Luo Xiaotian looked back and couldn't see Tianhang Island anymore, but he could still feel that the Tianhang Ancestor was still locked on him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAs long as the Heavenly Hanging Ancestor is willing, even if he is thousands of miles away, he can be killed at any time.

Luo Xiaotian's heart sank, and a look of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

He knew that the Heavenly Hanging Ancestor did not kill him, but just wanted him to lead the way.

Luo Xiaotian gritted his teeth and continued to fly forward, but the direction was slightly off.

In the distance, Tianhang Ancestor raised his eyebrows, sensing that Luo Xiaotian had changed direction, but he only looked deeply and did not move.

On Tianhang Island, there are hundreds of monks meditating, and those who have cultivated to the highest level, except for the Tianhang Ancestor who has turned into a god, there are actually five infant monks! And the Yuanying monks even occupy the seventh layer! The rest are all Jindan monks, and there is not a single monk who has built a foundation.

With such a powerful lineup, even the Blood Soul Sect is difficult to come up with. Only those top-level sects in the Qiansen World have them. And even for those top sects, it is not easy to come up with such a strong lineup at one time.

Put it outside and take out such a lineup, it is enough to destroy the sect at the same level as the Blood Soul Sect.

However, if you look closely at these monks, their cultivation is all unstable, and they have all just broken through. The five infant transformation cultivators were all in the early stage of infant transformation, and even their aura was several layers weaker than that of ordinary early stage of infant transformation. Its combat power is weaker than that of a monk who has just entered the infant transformation. The rest of the Yuanying Monks and Jindan Monks are the same.

All of these are ...... Swallow the Ghost King Bead and let yourself cultivate to the next level.

Tianhang Ancestor looked at these disciples and sighed silently in his heart.

There is a Yuan Infant Monk flying in, it is Feng Wenlin.

The most trusted by the Tianhang Ancestor is Feng Wenlin. Only Feng Wenlin knows, why does the Heavenly Hanging Ancestor ...... Choose to cooperate with the ghost cultivator.

"Master. Under the face of Feng Wenlin's spirit, Tianhang Ancestor saw a deep tiredness.

The Heavenly Hanging Ancestor couldn't help but sigh.

"Can you ...... Do you regret it?"

Feng Wenlin's eyes dimmed a little, and then lit up again.

"Disciple...... No regrets!"

"Even if ...... The Tianhang Sect can still exist, and you and I, master and apprentice, will also become the biggest traitors, which is the shame of the Tianhang Sect. Tianhang Ancestor said lightly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"Where the heart is, although it is nine deaths, it has no regrets. ”

Tianhang Ancestor sighed deeply and looked at Feng Wenlin's gaze with deep apologies.

"Master owes you so much. But there is no chance to repay you again. ”

"For the sake of the Heavenly Hanging Sect, the disciple is voluntary. Master, you don't owe me. ”

With a long sigh, Tianhang Ancestor put away his complicated gaze, looked at Luo Xiaotian, who was no longer in sight, and said, "Your uncle...... How so?"

Feng Wenlin shook his head: "Uncle Shi didn't say anything. ”

Nodding slightly, Tianhang Ancestor knew that his junior brother had already agreed.

Then, there are no more worries.

"Full speed, go!"

Tianhang Ancestor's gaze became cold, looking at the sky, I don't know when, the sun has been blocked, the sky has become gloomy, and there is a muffled thunder.

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"God is not beautiful, the rice in the field is about to ripen, and it is going to rain in this weather. ”

"Who's to say it's not? Alas, it's fine now, but if it rains in a few days, there will be no harvest this year. ”

When the autumn harvest comes, the people in the mortal world who watch the sky eat always hope for good weather.

Because the autumn harvest is approaching, they are busy with farm work, and there are not so many people who come to the town's restaurants to drink. Most of them are regular customers in the town, so naturally there are not as many people as there are in the market on weekdays.

There is only this one restaurant in the town, and they sit down in twos and threes, and the topic of conversation is always inseparable from the land.

But when the liquor store told the regulars that they were leaving, the conversation changed.

"Is the old man going back to his hometown?" someone remembered that the old man who sold wine was not a local, but had come from another place many years ago. The old man came to this town, stayed for decades, and his back was bent here.

The people in the town already regarded the wine seller as a local, and they remembered it when they were reminded of this.

A regular customer asked, "Is someone from the family coming to pick up the old man back?"

The wine seller happily responded, and vividly expressed the identity of a stranger who had been away for many years and finally had to return to his hometown.

The guests are regretful to complain a few words, after drinking so much wine, only the wine seller here is the most mellow. When the wine seller leaves, he can't drink. Then congratulations to the wine seller, the fallen leaves still have to return to the roots.

Someone asked the seller where his hometown was, and he wanted to go and drink. But after the old man reported an extremely distant place name, he shook his head regretfully.

Before it got dark, there were no customers. They all knew that the wine seller was leaving, so they left early to give the wine seller time to clean up.

The old man looked at the gloomy sky, and there was thunder. Look through the clouds, through space, and see far away. There was a floating island, and there were many people on the island, and at the highest point of the island, there was a man.

After a long time, the old man sighed.

"Senior brother...... Why bother? Those who are to be destroyed will not be left for long. ”

However, the old man could not refuse.

That was what his senior brother entrusted to him in the end.

"Go, go. ”

The old man stood up and did not pack anything. After he left, the things in the liquor shop behind him turned into dust and melted into the wind.

Walking out of the town, the old man's curved back gradually straightened.

The aura on his body gradually changed.

When he stepped out of the town, he changed from a decrepit old man to a monk.

One, the Monk of the Gods.

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In the depths of the ghost realm, thousands of miles further in, is the yin and yang ghost realm.

And the disciples and elders who were at the forefront of the Blood Soul Sect had already arrived here.

But they had been here for three days, and they had not advanced even a step.

This is the order of the Blood Soul Ancestor.

Here they are, waiting for someone who is about to come from outside.

That's right, it's people.

To start a war with the Yin Yang Ghost Realm, it is not only the ghost cultivation that you have to deal with, but also ...... The Heavenly Hanging Sect that has already stood on the side of the ghost cultivator.

The Blood Soul Ancestor suddenly opened his eyes, which had been closed for three days, and looked into the distance.

After the Blood Soul Ancestor opened his eyes, both the Blood Demon Ancestor and the Soul Evil Ancestor opened their eyes, and there was a flash of essence in their eyes.

In the sky, a small black dot appeared in their field of vision, the small black dot gradually grew larger, and behind it, a large black dot was chasing.

"Fight. The Blood Soul Ancestor faintly highlighted these two words.

Everything changed with these two words, and the people of the Blood Soul Sect all got up.

On the other side, the Yin Yang Ghost Realm, which had been silent, erupted with a rich Yin Qi to the extreme.