Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 958 Ancestor Wanfu (74)

"Then what to do now? Just leave it here?"

Ao Jiang and Ao Sun's gaze stayed on the sword, and for a moment, infinite awe rose in his heart.

Although he had never seen Zhou Ye before, he could deal with the two fierce beasts with just a knife. How terrifying would it be if Zhou Ye came in person?
No wonder, she can turn the Six Realms upside down.

The two brothers have complicated thoughts.

Awow was in so much pain that he was afraid that he would die on the road, so he could only look at the big knife that pierced the sky, and asked in a low voice, returning to his usual tone.

"Grandpa, we have to go."

Ao Jiang and Ao Sun looked at her brother's humble appearance, and if she had seen it in the past, she would definitely be unhappy, but now that all three of her brothers were rescued by others, how dare she have any thoughts in her heart.

Obviously, Aowu knew this big knife very well. After a few soft words, the big knife, which had been motionless, suddenly turned into the shape of the pendant before, and flew onto Aowu's body.

Aowu hurriedly grasped the pendant, his heart was beating violently, holding the cold pendant, he felt his heart was burning hot, he closed his eyes and let his brother carry him, he clenched his hands tightly and murmured in his heart.

Thank you... Zhou Ye, thank you.

The kindness of this life is still unclear.

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In Poxu Palace, Fa Dao Hall, and Xuchen Mirror, the chaos and war in the lower realms can be clearly seen.

On top of the golden lotus, the ancestor raised his eyes and looked at the scene in the lower realm calmly.

Gods and immortals, Qionglouyuyu everywhere, and thousands of years of wonders, are now completely destroyed by that powerful ancient beast.

Blood flowed like a river, and the tranquility of millions of years was completely broken.

The old ancestor's complexion remained unchanged, black jade-like black hair was picked up by a long white jade hairpin, and a few locks of hair hung down from his white as suet-like ears, caressing his eternal face, and there was another evil in the mirror. The beast broke through the seal and was born, and everything in front of him was noisy and bloody.

The ancestor lowered his eyes, and a gust of wind blew past his ears, lifting the long hair on his face. He looked at the remnant soul in his palm, and said calmly.

"If you go down again, you don't have to go back."

The remnant soul in the palm did not move, the ancestor got up, and directly placed the black shadow in the palm on the golden cauldron.

After a few days of cultivation, the remnant soul was much stronger. Today, when he secretly went to the lower realm, his color faded a little.

The ancestor was speechless, but silently put his palm down and covered the remnant soul, wisps of golden light slowly leaked out from his palm, enveloping the remnant soul and slowly nourishing it.

The lower realm was in chaos, but the Nine Heavens was still completely silent, the voices from below could not reach the upper realm, and nothing seemed to happen.

The two children in front of the door heard the movement and hurriedly opened the door. The golden bell rang, distant and crisp.

The two followed closely behind the ancestor, faltering and hawing, and finally asked.

"Old Ancestor, the Immortal Realm is in trouble, do we need help from the Lower Realm?"

Those ancient demons can't go to the Nine Heavens, and if they want to go down, they still need the permission of their ancestors.

Otherwise, the wind blade of the Shattering Void Cliff will smash them into pieces. Even if they are lucky enough to go down, if they think about going up again, they may be hopeless in this life.

So the two could only ask in person.

There are generations of their ancestors in the fairy world, and now their ancestors are not safe, how can they stay in this upper world safely.

Although I dare not understand the meaning of the ancestor, but at the very least, I can ask myself if I can intervene.

The two worlds are suffering, and no one can continue to cultivate their self-cultivation.

As soon as these words came out, the Patriarch kept walking, and the golden bell struck.

"can."

(End of this chapter)