You've smashed the herald, and it looks like you're ready!"

Haoyue Holy Ancestor's words made Yu Changqing slightly stunned, and after thinking about it, Yu Changqing thought that Haoyue Holy Ancestor was referring to the matter of uniting the Southern Regions Martial Arts to exterminate the demon camp.

So he replied: "The disciple was ordered by the sect master to go down the mountain to help the Southern Regions Martial Arts to exterminate the demon camp, and he didn't dare not do his best. ”

"Two days later, the Southern Regions Martial Arts will gather in the Thousand Peerless Mountains. ”

"At that time, I hope that the master can help me and promote my Haoyue Shengwei. ”

Yu Changqing's words were firm and his expression was excited, two days later was not only the day he avenged his father, but also the moment when he became famous in the Southern Regions.

The demon camp slaughtered the Southern Regions, and Yu Changqing, the proud son of Haoyue, saved the Southern Regions Martial Arts from danger.

Only this battle can bring Yu Changqing's prestige to the peak.

This battle is not only for Yu Changqing's personal enmity, but also for his own selfishness.

Of course, the foundation of all this must start with the Haoyue Holy Ancestor being willing to help.

"There are mysteries in the world that cannot be observed, and people have mysteries that cannot be spoken. ”

"There are thousands of opportunities, without you. ”

"Have you ever thought that the fate you met, perhaps, was never the real fate?"

Haoyue Holy Ancestor's words made Yu Changqing gradually confused, and he said incomprehensibly: "The disciple is ignorant, I don't know what the master means, and I hope that the master will make it clear." ”

"All accidents are inevitable. ”

"There may be a chance in this world, but it has never happened to you. ”

"Since that man appeared in the South Realm, the people who have the slightest connection with him will no longer follow the trajectory of their own fate. ”

"Because that man is in control. ”

"You can survive to this day, not because of anyone's mercy, it's just that he happens to need a pawn like you to pull the situation in. ”

"I am the Haoyue Holy Ancestor, also known as the Ugly Slave. ”

"Tell you, I just don't want you to be able to see this world controlled by the strong before you die. ”

"The truth is your final practice. ”

Looking at the Haoyue Holy Ancestor who was gradually becoming clear in front of him, a terrifying grimace mask inexplicably appeared on his face.

"Ugly Slave !!"

muttering this name, Yu Changqing's mind was not deeply impressed, but he remembered that by Ao Bei's side, there seemed to be a slave with a grimace mask all the time.

Also called ugly slaves.

Haoyue Holy Ancestor is an ugly slave?

Yu Changqing's mind suddenly turned a little unturned.

He couldn't figure out what the hell was going on.

Could it be that everything that happened in the Tianduan Mountain Range was not a coincidence at all?

But the Haoyue Holy Ancestor had entered the Haoyue Holy Sect, even if the ugly slave pretended to be the Haoyue Holy Ancestor and deceived himself, how did he deceive the entire Haoyue Holy Sect?

It's simply impossible.

Even if Yu Changqing broke his head, he couldn't imagine that the Haoyue Holy Ancestor of the Haoyue Holy Sect had always been an ugly slave.

They are simply the same person.

So, there is no such thing as counterfeiting.

"Shhh

Yu Changqing had a thousand doubts in his heart at the moment, but before he could say it, he was cut off from all his vitality by the ugly slave.

What should be said, the ugly slave has already said.

What shouldn't be known, Yu Changqing already knows.

No matter how many things there are, even if the ugly slave tells Yu Changqing, Yu Changqing can't understand and understand.

Because Yu Changqing can never become a chess player.

The night is like water, and it will pass.

When the sky was bright, a black and gold royal flag had already appeared in the ancient temple of Yangfang.

Above the king's flag, the bewitching flowers on the other side are like burning and elegant flames, swaying in the breeze.

On the side of the Xiaoyao King Banner, Yu Changqing's head was staring straight ahead.

It seems that in his gaze, there are thousands of unwillingness.

"Joy...... Loose King Banner!"

"This, how can this be...... How could the Xiaoyao King Banner appear in the Yangfang Ancient Temple?"

Compared with the Xiaoyao Wang Banner that appeared in the Yangfang Ancient Temple, these people from the martial arts sect directly ignored Yu Changqing's death.

Perhaps in their eyes, they have never really put Yu Changqing in front of them.

"Funeral flowers on the other side, the king of freedom stands!"

"In the Thousand Peerless Mountains, there are thirty-six sects, seventy-two gates, and those who see the banner of the King of Freedom are subject to the order of the King of Freedom to retire. ”

"One day later, if you don't obey the order to retreat, the Demon Camp's Spirit Slaughtering Drum will sound in the sky above the Southern Regions Martial Arts Sect. ”

Just when everyone was horrified and the King Banner appeared in the Yangfang Ancient Temple, an illusory and ethereal voice slowly came from all directions.

But it was never seen.

After the sound died down, all the people in the Southern Regions Martial Arts were stunned on the spot, and for a while, they all fell into a silence that could be heard of the pins falling.

After a long time, someone finally reacted to what was going on, and without saying a word, he disappeared into the Yangfang Ancient Temple in a leap.

Immediately afterward, fear spread like a plague that spread to everyone in the Yangfang Ancient Temple.

In less than a breath, there were thirty-six sects and seventy-two gates in the Yangfang Ancient Temple, like a tree falling and scattering, and in an instant, all of them fled from the Yangfang Ancient Temple.

As for Yu Changqing, who died under the banner of the Easy King, no one paid attention to it.

After the people in the Yangfang Ancient Temple escaped, the figure of the ugly slave seemed to have never left, and it was in the hall of the Yangfang Ancient Temple.

walked out of the hall and walked to Yu Changqing's stump under the banner of the King of Freedom.

A dry and calm voice sounded: "Everyone wants to compete for the high destiny of heaven. ”

"But what is Destiny to that person?"

Who would have imagined that when everyone was obeying their fate, he had already seen today's scene. ”

But for someone else, the end is just the beginning. ”

The voice grew fainter and fainter under the banner of the Easy King, until it disappeared completely.

Regardless of whether the encounter between him and Yu Changqing was accidental or deliberate, there is finally a master-apprentice relationship between them.

The last words can be regarded as making a final explanation to Yu Changqing.

But in fact, it is more like an exclamation from the heart.

"Has your heart ever been in turmoil?"

At this moment, a seemingly weak figure also walked out of the hall and walked slowly.

Hearing the voice, the ugly slave's body bent down, turned around and said, "Childe!"

"Crackle!"

Approaching, Ao Bei snapped his fingers, only to see Yu Changqing's stump instantly turned into dust under the burning of the Divine Ember Heavenly Flame.

Then, Ao Bei looked at the ugly slave and asked, "You think I'm ruthless?"

Just one question caused a cold sweat to break out on the ugly slave's forehead, and his body bent lower, saying, "The ugly slave doesn't dare." ”

"If you can see what Childe sees, feel what Childe feels. ”

"The ugly slave is not as good as the son, just in case. ”

"The heart contains all things, has its own spiritual will, and the ugly slave is just a momentary emotion. ”

"But an ugly slave will always be an ugly slave, and a son will always be a child. ”

"That's never going to change. ”