Chapter 3093 Blushing Saints...

Boom!

Under the very ugly eyes of Dao Ancestor and the Chaos Saints, they saw that after the river of destiny submerged Xiang Yang, although it was still turbulent, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, everyone's hope was gone.

"It's over now, that boy Xiang Yang is completely dead."

The faces of both Dao Ancestor and the Chaos Saints became very ugly. In their induction, Xiang Yang completely disappeared, which meant that Xiang Yang was definitely dead.

Even though Dao Ancestor was the incarnation of Heavenly Dao, he couldn't sense Xiang Yang's breath. It seemed that Xiang Yang had truly disappeared between this world.

He sighed helplessly and looked at Sanxiao. At this moment, Sanxiao was crying bitterly and no longer had the slightest excitement of becoming a Chaos Saint.

"Brother Xiang Yang..."

"Why is this happening? If it weren't for us, you would definitely be destined to become the Chaos Saint. Why do you want to enter the river of destiny? Why?"

"Xiang Yang, although we have just met, we are connected with each other. Looking at each other's past, we have already imprinted each other in our hearts. Why are you like this?"

"..."

Sanxiao cried, even if they were already real Chaos Saints, they could not control the sadness in their hearts. They were completely revived because of Xiang Yang, and they truly succeeded in fusion and breakthrough because of the immortal power in Xiang Yang's body. However, they became Chaos Saint, but Xiang Yang disappeared into the river of fate. How could they not be sad?

"Is Mr. Xiang really gone?"

Sun Houhou stared blankly in the direction of the disappearing river of destiny, with an incredible look on his face, and murmured in a low voice, "This is impossible, how could this be possible?"

"I believe he will be fine."

On the contrary, it was Yang Jian who said loudly with a firm look on his face, "It is absolutely impossible for anything to happen to Xiang Yang. It won't be long before he appears again."

Everyone ignored Yang Jian's words. Even the Taoist ancestor felt that Xiang Yang was completely dead if he was involved in the river of destiny.

"Old friend, I'm sorry for you."

Daozu looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Buzz..."

At this time, the void distorted, and a white-haired old man appeared in the chaotic void with a calm face. He did not speak, but quietly looked at the direction where the River of Destiny disappeared with his hands behind his back.

Around him, there seemed to be a terrifying sword energy brewing.

Daozu originally wanted to rush forward, but when he sensed the powerful sword energy surrounding the white-haired old man, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly shouted to the Yashengs, "Everyone, step back."

"Master!"

The faces of the chaos saints also became very ugly. They looked at Dao Ancestor at the same time, and then looked at the white-haired old man above. When they sensed the sword energy in the white-haired old man that could kill the saint, even if it reached the sky. He also became short of breath.

"It turns out that even if I become the Chaos Saint, I am still no match for this one. I am still far inferior to him."

Tongtian screamed in his heart.

Arrogant and arrogant, just like his sword, he possesses an arrogance that is unparalleled and feels like it can cut into pieces. Ever since he knew the existence of the supreme sword god, he has wanted to surpass that one.

Originally, after he became the Holy Lord of Chaos, he felt that although he might not be able to surpass that one, he could at least be compared with that one. However, what he didn't expect was that when he actually saw that one's true form , No, this is probably not the real body, it is just an incarnation, and it already makes him feel excited.

Even Tongtian, the saint who is known as the number one killer in the Pangu chaotic world, feels ashamed, let alone other saints. The hearts of all the chaotic saints present are trembling, and they do not hesitate to use their magical powers to kill themselves. All his disciples were sent away.

"Do you think I would get angry and kill someone?"

At this time, when everyone sent all the sub-sages away, the white-haired old man with the divine sword on his back turned his head and looked at the chaos saints and Taoist ancestors in a calm tone.

There was a look of helplessness on Daozu's face, "Xiang Yang is your grandson and a true disciple, and something happened to him in front of us. With your temper, if you don't chop me with a sword, then It’s weird.”

Everyone has known each other in the chaotic years, how could Daozu not understand the temperament of the person in front of him.

Although this person's temperament has gotten much better over the years, if something happens to Xiang Yang, the only valued disciple and grandson, I am afraid no one can bear it.

"Everything about life and death is determined by fate. There is nothing to be nervous about."

However, to Daozu's surprise, this man did not take action, but instead had a faint smile on his face.

"Are you really not angry?" Daozu looked at the white-haired old man carefully.

"Why are you angry?" the white-haired old man asked.

"Something happened to Xiang Yang." Daozu whispered.

When he said this, even the Taoist ancestor felt embarrassed. Something happened in front of Xiang Yang, and he, the Taoist ancestor, felt really embarrassed.

"It's just that I was sucked into the river of fate. Nothing happened." The white-haired old man smiled faintly, took a step forward, and was in front of everyone in an instant.

"Really?"

When Sanqing and other Chaos Saints saw the white-haired old man suddenly approaching, their expressions changed, and they even retreated towards the back at the same time. Only Sanxiao and Daozu stood there.

Sanxiao was not in the mood to think about these things because she was immersed in great grief and did not know the relationship between the white-haired old man and Xiang Yang.

And it is naturally impossible for Daozu to retreat.

The faces of the Chaos Saints in the Heavens turned a little red. They were indeed frightened by this person.

Although they are noble Chaos Saints or even Chaos Saints, they do not dare to face this person. Although they are all clones of each other, they are also afraid that their clones will be killed by the white-haired old man with a sword.

The white-haired old man glanced at the Chaos Saints of the Heavens with a half-smile, then turned his gaze on Sanxiao and said softly, "Good boy, although he has just become a saint, he is not weaker than them."

While saying this, he pointed out and formed three sword lights, which instantly sank into Sanxiao's body.

"Comprehensive study of these swordsmanship, combined with the swordsmanship of Tongtian, is enough to give you the power to fight against the Holy Lord."

As the white-haired old man spoke, he glanced at Dao Ancestor, took a step forward, escaped into the void, and disappeared in an instant.

"Thank you, senior."

Although Sanxiao felt sad, they blinked when they saw that the other party actually gave them the inheritance of three swordsmanship. They all looked happy when they remembered that the senior said that nothing happened to Xiang Yang.

Daozu, on the other hand, frowned and looked at the direction the white-haired old man left, muttering, "What are you showing off? Are you just a little stronger than me?"

While saying this, he couldn't help but laugh, "But it's okay, since that boy Xiang Yang is fine, that's the best thing."

"Teacher, is it really possible that Xiang Yang will be fine if he enters the River of Destiny?" The saints gathered around and looked at Dao Ancestor with puzzled expressions on their faces.

Daozu glared at the saints and snorted, "How do I know? The old guy said he was fine. If you are still confused, why don't you ask him yourself? You all saw that he ran faster than anyone else. You guys After all, he is a saint, even a saint, are you sorry?"

"Ahem..."

All the saints were very embarrassed, thinking that they and others had already become saints during the prehistoric period, and several of them had even reached the realm of Chaos Saints, but they were still not as good as Sanxiao, so they I felt blushing.

Daozu was really too lazy to talk to the saints. These saints, after all, were called his disciples. Even if they were not true disciples, they were still his registered disciples. How could they be so timid?

Of course, he had forgotten that when facing the white-haired old man, even he, the Taoist ancestor, spoke in a very soft and polite manner.

"You guys are fine."

Daozu was too lazy to pay attention to the other saints, but looked at Sanxiao with a look of relief on his face.

"Thank you teacher."

Sanxiao hurriedly saluted. Although they were disciples of the Taoist ancestors, after they were promoted to saints, they could be called the disciples of the Taoist ancestors. It was time to change their tune.

"Since that old guy thinks so highly of you and passed on some of his sword skills to you, I have to give you something."

After Daozu pondered for a moment, he stretched out his hand and tapped Sanxiao's head respectively. His speed was very fast. As soon as he touched the points, Sanxiao felt that there was a mysterious and mysterious breath in each body, and some information emerged. They I didn't have time to check the information, so I quickly saluted Daozu and thanked him, "Thank you, teacher."

After seeing this scene, the chaotic saints in the sky had different expressions. Injection Sanqing and Wahuang had smiles on their faces, while the Three Emperors and other powerful men had indifferent expressions. The two ancients Jieyin and Zhunti from the West The Holy Lord, who was famously shameless during the prehistoric period, looked jealous, but Amitabha looked at this scene with a smile.

Daozu saw everyone's reaction in his eyes. He smiled faintly. He knew the temperament of these saints very well. He didn't say anything at the moment, but waved his hand and said, "Go away. Do what you have to do. You don’t need to worry about Xiang Yang’s affairs.”

As he spoke, this incarnation of Daozu disappeared.

His incarnation itself was a temporary manifestation, and it had no power on its own. Now that it had finished its work, it was dispersed directly, and only one consciousness merged into the way of heaven.

Naturally, the other Chaos Saints did not have Tao Ancestor's ability. They all sighed helplessly and turned around to leave. This time, they really lost all their face. However, fortunately, everyone was similar and there was nothing to find fault with. That's it.

As for what happened to Xiang Yang, everyone was curious, but even if they were Chaos Saints, they couldn't guess where Xiang Yang had gone. Even if they couldn't figure out whether he was alive or dead, they could only wait for Xiang Yang. Yang Ri showed up later to find out the situation.

The author Mengqi said: Today is the fifth update, please give me flowers. It is the last two days of this month. Don’t hide the expired flowers. Give them to Xiaomeng. Thank you...