The Demon Ancestor still has to be suppressed by it, let alone the enemy defeated by the Demon Ancestor?

The Zhuxian Sword is like a puddle of autumn water, refracting a clear light in the void, rippling layers of ripples.

"I know that Yu Nai was a great power in the primeval past, a supreme being who once competed with the Demon Ancestor, and now he wants to find an opportunity to resurrect himself, but he is just ...... Daochuan is my senior brother, and you must not be asked to take away and devour the true spirit of your birth. If Your Excellency is willing to retreat, count me as a friend, if not, you need to ask me if I will agree to the Immortal Sword!" Yang Sanyang's words were gentle, without the slightest murderous intent, and his voice was full of gentleness, as if he was muttering to his relatives.

It's just that the words that come out seem to contain the cold that can seal the North Underworld, wanting to freeze the heavens and the earth.

The sword is restrained, like a work of art, like a decorative object made of glass.

It seemed that he sensed Yang Sanyang's words, and only heard an inexplicable laugh in the dark, and the laughter was sneaky and seemed to contain endless evil intentions. Then he saw two drops of blood and tears on Dao Chuan's cheeks, which suddenly shot out and shot towards Yang Sanyang's eyebrows.

Blood shoots out, time and space seem to freeze and freeze, a wave of endless sorrow, shaking people's souls, as if to engulf people's souls, endless sorrow is like the sea, and Yang Sanyang's Yuan Shen is the crumbling boat in the sea.

Seeing those two drops of blood penetrating into the skin, penetrating the bones, and wanting to sink into the ancestral aperture at the center of the eyebrows, he suddenly saw a cold smile from the depths of Yang Sanyang's primordial spirit: "Ridiculous! It's ridiculous! You are just a Da Luo True God, and you are also worthy of invading the ancestral law?"

The Killing Immortal Sword slashed from nothingness, and before the two drops of blood could react, the Killing Immortal Sword had already shocked its body with its endless killing will, and then the Killing Immortal Sword pierced two drops of blood, cutting the two drops of blood apart and turning them into four drops.

A terrible scream came from the blood, and the four drops of blood turned into a blood mist, trying to gather together and get up and escape. It's a pity that the Killing Immortal Sword is incomparable, and before the four drops of blood can fly away, I saw a suction force coming from the Killing Immortal Sword, swallowing the four drops of blood.

"Since you choose to be my enemy, then it's no wonder that I!" Yang Sanyang smiled coldly, the outside body opened his eyes, and the Zhuxian Sword in his hand stabbed out suddenly.

"Puff~"

The Zhuxian Sword stabbed at the Dao Chuan's eyebrows and ancestors, only to see that his eyebrows turned into a blood-red vortex, and there seemed to be a sky full of blood rain flying in it, wanting to block the footsteps of the Zhuxian Sword.

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The power of the Zhuxian Sword is unparalleled, and the blood rain in the whirlpool was cut by it as soon as it was struck, and then I saw that the Zhuxian Sword pierced into the whirlpool, and the sword qi burst out, and the true spirit hidden in the whirlpool was strangled in a face, and the blood rain in the sky was also absorbed by the Zhuxian Sword.

"Whoosh~"

Yang Sanyang withdrew the Zhuxian Sword and quietly looked at the blood-red smoke that dissipated around Dao Chuan's body, at this time, the void was full of wind, the sky turned red, and the blood clouds were dense in a radius of 100,000 miles, and drops of sticky blood rain, accompanied by endless cries, dispersed between heaven and earth.

In the blood rain, a blood-red shadow strolled through it, seemingly coming across time and space, walking slowly towards Yang Sanyang, and stopped ten zhang in front of him.

"Heaven crying?" Yang Sanyang Xuan Immortal Sword pointed at the ground obliquely, his eyes showed a touch of solemnity, and the moment he saw the Heavenly Crying True Spirit, he knew that he seemed to have underestimated the power of this true god.

However, it's just a small look, he has the Holy Dao Law Protector, even if the Demon Ancestor is reborn, what can he do?

Now that the Shangqing saint has been reincarnated from death, although he has sealed himself and hidden his life in the depths of the primordial god, it still does not affect his ability to exert the saint's strength. It's just that some of the saint's unique supernatural and powerful powers are missing.

"It's the deity!" Blood Shadow looked at him quietly with a pair of eyes: "Very good sword!"

"Thanks to the compliment, my sword is indeed good, even if the saint sees my sword, be careful!" Yang Sanyang raised the Zhuxian Sword in his hand and gently stroked the edge of the Zhuxian Sword, his voice was full of ease and slackness.

"I won't give up! Since the cause and effect have been planted, they are irreversible. If you cut me a true spirit, there will be retribution between you and me in the future!" Blood Shadow stared at Yang Sanyang for a long time, and his body was fluctuating, and it seemed that he had a tendency to make a move, but after thinking about it, he was not sure of victory.

The person in front of me is so weird! That sword is also a very strange sword!

This person is even more evil than the Demon Ancestor back then!

"Don't think that the Demon Ancestor was better than me back then, just because his strength was stronger than me. If you think so, you're completely wrong. The Demon Ancestor back then, in the face of me, had to retreat, if it wasn't for his use of conspiracy back then, I wouldn't have suffered a plot. When I return, the cause and effect between you and me will finally be reckoned!" Tian Wai stared at Yang Sanyang with a pair of eyes, and then the voice disappeared, and the blood rain disappeared between the hazy mountains and rivers.

The sky was full of blood and suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had ever appeared.

"Hahaha, hahaha, I'm laughing to death! God crying this guy, sure enough, it is still the same expression that Lao Tzu was the best in the world, and he is still so proud, so that people hate to step on the ground. It's a pity that this guy has touched an iron plate, and this time it's over! No matter how powerful he is, he would never have thought that you are actually ...... Uh-huh-hmm......"

Bai Ze saw the sky crying and walked away, his head came out of Yang Sanyang's neck, he looked up and laughed and got carried away, but Yang Sanyang covered his mouth.

Then he gestured to the other party and looked at Dao Chuan, who was about to wake up, Bai Ze hurriedly covered his mouth and retracted his head.

"Are you crying?" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a flash of light: "I just don't know how this god is." ”

"Am I not dead yet?" Dao Chuan slowly opened his eyes, his voice was dreamy, and his eyes looked at Yang Sanyang, revealing a tiredness and haze.

"Why does Senior Brother practice the Heavenly Weeping Sutra?" Yang Sanyang looked at Dao Chuan with a pair of eyes, and his words were warm and moist, without the slightest wave.

Dao Ruyan was silent, just met Yang Sanyang's warm but unquestionable eyes, and smiled helplessly: "In this world, you always have to encounter some unsatisfactory things, or encounter some things that you can't get rid of and can't do." Don't say that I am only in the Taiyi realm, even if Da Luo is a true god, won't there be a day when I swallow my anger and end up with hatred?"

He didn't say anything about himself, because he knew that even if he did, it would be useless.

As a true god of Taiyi, he can't compete with the other party, so why should he involve his own junior brother?

"I've heard people say that the White Crane Clan was wiped out by the Protoss some time ago, and even the patriarch of the White Crane Clan was captured by the Divine Rebellion as a mount!

It is rumored that the qi around his body fluctuated, his eyes were flushed in an instant, and then his eyes were closed, the green tendons on the back of his hands burst out, and his lips continued to tremble.

"Senior brother, I don't say that I also know that your body is the White Crane Clan, although you haven't gone back for some years, but the foundation is in the White Crane Clan after all. Senior brother took the risk of cultivating the Heavenly Crying Sutra, it must have been for the calamity of the White Crane Clan, yes or no?" Yang Sanyang turned around and looked at the silhouette of the mountain peak in the distance.

Dao Chuan was silent, and after a long time stabilized his emotions, he said: "Okay, since you know, I won't hide it from you." I was originally the young master of the White Crane Clan, and it was my father who was interrupted by the gods, blocked the supreme Dao karma, and then cut off the fundamentals! I was born as a son of man, but I could only watch my father be humiliated, I am not worthy of being a son of man! I am not worthy of the hope of the White Crane clan! I can only watch the big hand that fell from the sky wipe out the White Crane clan, but I can't do anything! I can't do anything! I can't do anything!

Dao Chuan's voice choked, and two lines of tears kept sliding: "I can't do anything!

Yang Sanyang was silent and patted Dao Chuan's constantly shaking body: "How can I not understand this kind of pain? I think that when I left the country and abandoned everything in the tribe, for what? Isn't it just so that one day, when my barbarian tribe is destroyed, I can stand up." After all, fate must be in your own hands, not on the hands of the gods. When the Heaven and Earth Tribulation comes, the gods and demons are still unable to protect themselves, let alone my barbarians? Where do the gods have time to take care of my barbarians?"

Dao Chuan's body trembled, grabbed the hair on the top of his head in pain, and showed a touch of unwillingness in his eyes: "But, I'm not reconciled! I'm really unwilling! As the young patriarch of the White Crane Clan, I enjoy the spirit of the White Crane Clan, and accept the worship of countless clansmen. But when the catastrophe came, I couldn't do anything about it...... Brother, do you know my pain? When you watch your parents and sisters being killed alive in front of your eyes, can you understand this pain? Can you do anything about it?"

"I understand! I understand!" Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly, why didn't he understand?

Back then, the barbarians were divided up and made into ninety-nine ways to eat, what could he do?

"As long as I can get revenge, I will do whatever it takes!" Dao Chuan's voice was full of coldness, and his eyes were full of hideous blood.

Yang Sanyang was silent when he heard this.

What can he persuade?

When is it time to persuade others to mourn and change? persuade others to go with the flow? When is it time to persuade others to repay their grievances?

It's not your father and mother who die emotionally!

It didn't happen to you, of course you can touch your lips and persuade others to let go of their grudges?

If you haven't experienced it, you are not qualified to persuade others to let it go.

"Cultivating the Heavenly Crying Sutra is the way to bring about your own destruction, there are many ways to take revenge, there is no need to go to this most extreme one" Yang Sanyang was silent for a while, and then raised his head and said.

"Wait for me to prove Da Luo, or do you want to ask the ancestor to go out of the customs?" Dao Chuan shook his head: "When I prove Da Luo, it will be far away." That divine rebellion is an outlier in Daluo, even if the ancestor makes a move, he may not be able to descend him. ”

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