Chapter 958: Long Blessed Ancestor (74)
"What to do now? Just leave it here?"
Ao Jiang and Ao Xun's eyes stayed on the broadsword, and for a moment, infinite awe rose in his heart.
Although he has never seen Zhou Ye, he can deal with two ferocious beasts with just a knife. So 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.
Aowu's whole body ached so much that he was afraid that he would die on the road, so he could only look at the machete that stood upright, returned to his usual tone, and asked in a low voice.
"Master, we have to go."
Ao Jiang and Ao Xun looked at the humble appearance of their brother. If he had seen it in the past, he would have been displeased. But now that all three of his brothers had been rescued by others, how dare he have any thoughts in his heart.
Obviously, Aowu knew this sword very well. After two soft words of flattery, the originally motionless sword suddenly turned into the pendant form before and flew down on Aowu.
Aowu hurriedly grasped the pendant, his heartbeat was beating fast, and he felt his heart burning hot while holding the cold pendant. He closed his eyes and let his brother lift him, clasping his palms and murmuring in his heart.
Thank you...Zhou Ye, thank you.
The kindness of this life can be regarded as unresolved.
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In Poxu Palace, Dharma Hall, and Xuchen Mirror, the chaos and war in the lower realms are clearly visible.
On top of the golden lotus, the ancestor raised his eyes and looked at the scenes happening in the lower realm with a calm expression.
In both the gods and immortals, the beautiful buildings and jade buildings everywhere, and the wonders of thousands of years, have all been completely destroyed by the powerful ancient ferocious beast.
Rivers of blood flowed, and the tranquility of millions of years was completely broken.
The ancestor's expression did not change, his black jade-like hair was gathered up by a long white jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair hung down from his ears as white as suet, rubbing his face that had never wavered, and there was another evil figure 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 wisp of breeze passed by his ear, lifting the long hair from his face. He looked at the remnant soul in his palm and said calmly. "If you go down to the next world, you don't have to go back."
There was no movement in the remaining soul in his palm. The ancestor stood up and directly placed the black shadow in his palm on the golden tripod.
After cultivating for several days, the remnant soul has become much stronger. Today, when I secretly made a trip to the lower world, the color turned a bit lighter. When I was in a state of weakness, I was extremely weak.
The ancestor was speechless, but silently put his palm downwards, covering the remnant soul. Wisps of golden light slowly leaked out from the palm, wrapping the remnant soul and slowly nourishing it.
The lower world is in a mess, but the nine heavens above are still silent. The sounds below cannot reach the upper world, and nothing seems to have happened.
The two children in front of the door heard the noise and hurriedly opened the door. The golden bell rang, distant and clear.
The two of them followed closely behind the ancestor, hesitating and hesitating, and finally asked.
"Ancestor, the immortal world is in trouble, do we need help from the lower world?"
Those ancient demons cannot ascend to the ninth level, and if they want to go down, they need the permission of their ancestors.
Otherwise, the wind blade that breaks the cliff will smash them into pieces. Even if they are lucky enough to go down, if they want to come 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. Now that their ancestors are not safe, how can they stay in this upper world safely.
Although I dare not understand the ancestor’s intentions, at least I can ask myself if I can intervene.
When the two worlds suffer, no one can continue to cultivate their nature.
As soon as these words came out, the ancestor kept walking and the golden bell struck.
"Yes."
(End of chapter)