There are two ancient temples, one has begun to decay, and the other is still maintaining the golden splendor of the past.

It's just that, at this moment, the "two" Yanren kings in these two ancient temples no longer have the existence of the qi machine.

In a room that resembles an ashram in the two ancient temples, each has a huge crystal ball that is identical. At this time, the two crystal balls were full of spiritual light, exuding unusual spiritual power fluctuations.

It's just that this kind of fluctuation is isolated by the wall of this quiet room, outside the quiet room, whether it is the puppet sect old potion who is only separated by a wall from the Yan Ren King, or Baz, who is waiting outside the ancient temple and waiting for the next order of the master inside, he has not sensed this strange and cold spiritual power fluctuation.

In the two crystal balls, each floats the phantom of an ancient monument.

Above the phantom shadow of the monument, there are two identical cyan humanoid lights and shadows.

These two cyan humanoid lights and shadows hung quietly on the phantom of the entire monument, as if they were coldly looking at something and waiting for something.

In the shadow of the ancient monuments of these two crystal balls, at this time, there are ten people, shuttling back and forth in the labyrinthine alleyway.

Eight of them formed a team, while the other two went their own way.

Looking down on the nine people, on the cyan humanoid light and shadow in one of the crystal balls, a strange spiritual power fluctuation suddenly came out, and this spiritual power fluctuation seemed to pass through the space and was directly transmitted to the other crystal ball in some unknowable way.

So, in the cyan humanoid light and shadow in this crystal ball, he heard a familiar voice: "Old friend, you are not far from extinction." Well, how long can you survive in your current state, and do you still have enough strength to compete with me for these bodies?"

In the cyan humanoid light and shadow, a cold snort seemed to be issued, and then, a similar, strange spiritual power fluctuation was also transmitted: "Don't bother with you, I'm very good! This small world has been born eight times, and the first seven times, there is only one mortal with a fragment of the 'Spirit Artifact' in total, and in the end, you messed it up! This time, everyone does their own thing, and no one should interfere with anyone! I don't want to have a good chance of reincarnation, and be wasted twice by your pig-like teammates!"

"Hehe, even with you now, you dare to talk to me like this?"

"Why, you don't really think of yourself as the domineering Yanren King just because you occupy the body of the Yan King! Do you want me to remind me what your real name is called - Jin Muyang, Jin San Fat!"

"Hmph, Gehu, you are not much better than me! How did you not use the name of the Yanren King to deceive these mere mortal ants! I acted, at least, and maintained the absolute control that an immortal should have over mortals, but what about you, the dignified immortal posture, actually want to degenerate into pretending to be a grandson in front of these mortal ants-hahahahaha!

"I don't know where you got the audacity to provoke me so much at such a time. Jin Muyang, believe it or not, Lao Tzu is fighting for the opportunity to be reincarnated, and he will die with you!"

However, in the face of Gehu's rage, Jin Muyang didn't care at all, but sneered and ridiculed: "If you had this kind of courage, you would have fought with me a long time ago, as for hiding in that ancient temple for so many years?

"Jin Muyang!" Ge Hu roared, the crystal ball in the ruined ancient temple almost vibrating and falling off the shelf where it was placed.

"Okay! At this juncture, I don't bother to mess around with you like this!" Jin Muyang snorted coldly, and suddenly, he turned his mouth and asked, "Who is the person who woke up this time?"

A clueless sentence, but Ge Hu understood the meaning, but he was angry, but he was unwilling to answer Jin Muyang's question.

"Even if you don't say it, I can guess it. Jin Muyang waited for a while, but didn't see Gehu respond, but he smiled disapprerovingly, "Back then, our nine senior brothers, with strong blood, listened to the call of our mentor Yanren King, and voluntarily dedicated themselves to the 'witch' path, and used my Jiuli flesh and blood to build the most masculine forbidden law in this heaven and earth, in order to resist the invasion of the remnants of the spirit clan." It's just that when the matter came, you repented, and actually took the body of a clan member by the evil method of seizing and giving up by the Spirit Clan—"

"Don't say that you are so lofty!" Ge Hu interrupted him coldly, "I only did such a thing when I was scared and fell into a demonic obstacle when it came to the end of the matter. As for you, you have planned it from the beginning, that is, you want to take advantage of this opportunity to completely seize his body and become the first person of the Jiuli clan when the Yanren Wang Yuanshen is gone!"

His voice was cold and hysterical, and he did not retain a bit of hypocritical respect for the master of the Yan Ren King, who taught him all his skills, like Jin Muyang, but a complete disgust.

Jin Muyang was silent for a moment, and then, his voice suddenly turned cold: "He is the patron saint of the Jiuli clan, and he has taken it as his duty to protect Jiuli all his life, and for this reason, he can even do not hesitate to extinguish his own primordial god! I respect him, admire him, and love him, not only because he is a teacher who teaches me to practice, teaches me the method, and gives me great power, but also because he can pay a price that others cannot pay for our race! However, this does not mean that he can force us disciples, and he must be the same! To deal with the spirit clan and protect Jiuli, I have my own way! However, this method is definitely not to destroy my own body, destroy my own primordial god, and let myself fall into the 'witch' path of several epochs ago!"

His voice gradually became excited, and there was a hysterical taste of the Tiger Fang: "The Great Dao is fifty, and the Heavenly Dao is forty-nine, and this incomplete one, the one that has escaped, is the 'Dao' of each era! The era that belongs to the 'Wu' Dao has been completely extinguished countless years ago! Do you really think that there will be a day of resurrection if you let yourself fall into the 'Wu' Dao? Think of Yan Hengjiang, Banjie, Anjis, Huershak, and Kerim in front of you! They have certainly recovered one by one, but in the end? ”

Thinking of the nine high platforms around the ancient temple where he was located, the fellow disciples and brothers who had woken up one after another, Gehu was silent, completely silent.

Except for him and Jin Muyang when the ceremony was held, because the Yuan Shen had already separated from the original body in advance, the other seven senior brothers were all completely marked as "Wu" in the ancient "witch" Dao launched by the Yan King at the cost of destroying his own Yuan Shen.

When they were gone, they were no longer members of the Jiuli tribe, but the "Wu people" who had been wiped out for an unknown number of eras.