Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 566: Asking the Ancestor to Die (33)

"Even ants try to survive, you are even worse than an ant."

With a sigh, the old ancestor who was immersed in the sea of ​​blood shook his head helplessly and stretched out a finger.

In an instant, the world turned upside down in the sea of ​​blood.

An endless tide of corpses emerged, and the drowned corpses lurking under the sea of ​​blood were like boiling water splashes or huge hailstones, jumping out of the sea of ​​blood one by one and rushing towards Liang Ye.

Covering the magic weapon, Liang Ye did not make any seals, but the invisible magic burst out directly, turning into a sharp blade that blew the drowned corpses into bloody mist.

"You have some skills. Shangguan Yin, you go ahead."

"Follow the orders of the ancestors."

Although he only had the cultivation level of Golden Core, since it was the order from the ancestor, Shangguan Yin immediately accepted it with pleasure without any hesitation.

Shangguan Yin turned into a red breeze, carrying the demon seed in his body, and floated towards Liang Ye. Not surprisingly, he was swept away by the sound waves and died in the opponent's magic weapon.

But afterwards, he was reborn in the sea of ​​blood, and his strength not only did not decrease, but improved further.

Seeing this, Liang Ye also stopped attacking and looked at the huge God-Transforming Ancestor in front of him vigilantly.

Nascent Soul is the pinnacle of cultivation.

A long time ago, the monks of the Old Demon Sect discovered that if a person practices alone, no matter how talented he is, he will ultimately only be in the late Nascent Soul stage.

They can't even reach the realm of Nascent Soul perfection, let alone the illusory realm of Incarnation.

In some mysterious way, this world is restricting the incarnation of the spirit, making it impossible for cultivators to break through their own limits and seek immortality.

Therefore, some people began to steal the authority of heaven and earth, transform into star gods, and then leave this world before heaven's revenge.

Some people began to study other methods, and eventually sects like the Xuantian Sect were born.

Gather all the strength of the sect, use various means to worship one person, and eventually make him break through the shackles of heaven and reach the realm of incarnation.

It was not until he attained the state of incarnation that he realized how terrifying this state was.

The small world is the most important magical power of the incarnation. The Nascent Soul condensed by magic power collapses from the inside, and water, fire, earth and wind are reorganized in the body, eventually evolving into another world.

In this small world, the incarnated monk is an omnipotent true god who can materialize objects and create countless powers in a single thought.

However, if one wants to turn the items in it into reality, one needs to use magical power to refine them, thus creating magical tools or spells that are unique to one's own.

As the only remaining powerful incarnation in this world, although the ancestor of Xuantian Sect only has his primordial spirit left, the small world is still there, and his own supernatural powers have never diminished. He is still a powerful person that the Nascent Soul cannot contend with.

If the opponent's physical body was still there, then just a thought would be enough to defeat Liang Ye.

Watching the battle between Liang Ye and Shangguan Yin quietly, the Old Ancestor Huashen did not pay too much attention to Liang Ye, but shifted his gaze to the void above his head.

The two worlds have begun to overlap, and their respective laws of nature have merged.

Although Liang Ye gained a lot of fame, she had already failed in the previous confrontation.

The decadent music has been completely structured, and the created music has been swallowed up by the game and become a part of the game.

Bai Long even went a step further and used the music as a medium for competition, which caused many sect disciples to hate it, further weakening the influence of the music.

However, this song has failed, but the music has not. Kyushu has begun to accept this thing, and it has also allowed many clumsy but constantly improving musicians to grow.

He stretched out his hand and a large number of golden lines emerged. Countless causes and effects began to intertwine with each other, making the old ancestor of Huashen nod his head frequently.

"This Bai Long is quite skilled. Liang Ye, you deserve to lose."

After hearing the comments from the God Transformation Patriarch, Liang Ye took the time to beat Shangguan Yin in front of him into powder, and then sneered and said: "You really know what's good."

"Then stop. You can't do anything to me, and if I hadn't coveted your Heavenly Dao, I wouldn't have kept you until now. Now that the Heavenly Dao is about to merge, you, a man of destiny, are exactly what my Xuantian Sect needs. Why don't you put down your weapons and cooperate with my Xuantian Sect? I just want to reshape my body, which does not conflict with your interests." "Get lost!"

Being rejected by Liang Ye, the old ancestor Huashen did not get angry, but continued: "If you want Qiu Shaoyuan's soul, I can give it to you. Not only that, I also have a lot of good bodies here, he can choose freely."

With a wave of his hand, a large number of handsome bodies emerged from the sea of ​​blood, each one of them was as perfect as a banished immortal.

Liang Ye roared, crushing Shangguan Yin in front of him again, and said fiercely: "You are generous, but let me ask you, if you rule Jiuzhou, how will you treat other people?"

"Shangguan Yin is my mouthpiece. I will do what he said before."

"Then stop talking nonsense! We are on different paths. The more you talk, the more angry you will make. So don't say those unpleasant things!"

After feeling Liang Ye's Taoist charm, the incarnated ancestor knew that there was nothing more to say between them.

Sighing, he said regretfully: "What a pity, what a pity. I thought Qiu Shaoyuan would be your weak spot, but he became your totem. In this case, I have no other choice. I wanted to solve it peacefully, but now I can only kill you, seize your Dao foundation, refine it thoroughly, and then deceive the Heavenly Dao on your side."

After saying this, the God-Transforming Ancestor in the sea of ​​blood slowly sat up.

Sitting cross-legged with his hands together, the golden cause and effect turned into silk threads and spread across the sky, making Liang Ye feel a strong sense of danger.

Cause and effect is like a cage. If one is caught in it, even a Nascent Soul cultivator cannot escape, and in the end the only way out is death.

Not only that, you will also become a puppet of the other party, and everything will be taken away by the other party without your knowing it, leaving nothing.

Knowing that he could not be involved in this matter, Liang Ye immediately changed direction and rushed towards the huge monster in front of him.

In just a few breaths, she tore through space hundreds of times, each time spanning thousands of miles.

But the more she crossed, the more she despairedly discovered that the distance between her and the Ancestor of Huashen had not changed at all.

The existence of the incarnation of the spirit is itself an incredible thing that transcends common sense. As long as the other party wants it, the distance between you and the other party will not change at all.

Just based on this point, he is invincible. I really don’t know how the righteous people defeated this monster in the past.

With no way forward or backward, Liang Ye was trapped in this strange space, unable to escape.

Seeing Liang Ye trying frantically to escape, the God Transformation Patriarch smiled and said, "Now that you are here, don't even think about leaving. Liang Ye, let me ask you again, are you willing to..."

"Be my sound engineer!"

The sudden greeting interrupted the greeting of the Ancestor Huashen.

Turning his head, his pupils shook, and he looked at the foundation-building cultivator who suddenly appeared here in confusion, feeling very incredible.

Staring at the other person, he asked in confusion: "Lin Yuan? How did you get here?"

"I came here on foot. Who are you?" Lin Yuan asked puzzledly.

"…It's unreasonable, Shangguan Yin."

Shangguan Yin, who had regained his composure, pounced on Lin Yuan with a fierce smile, and said with a sweet smile: "Lin Yuan, long time no see. Did you make me suffer so much before?"

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember. I'll let you... quack!"

With a crisp sound, Shangguan Yin in front of him was blown up by a punch, and the whole person turned into ashes.

Afterwards, Shangguan Yin's soul was dragged out of the sea of ​​blood by Lin Yuan, and then blown up with another punch.

After repeating this hundreds of times, Lin Yuan threw the thing aside.

"I have figured it out. As long as you are here, this thing will not die. Anyone who can be related to Xuantian Sect is either the ancestor or the sect master. So, can I ask you to die?"

(End of this chapter)