Chapter 5295 Confrontation (Part 2)

"Are you threatening me?"

Qingtian slammed the wine glass heavily on the table, frowned, and a strong breath burst out, rushing straight to the old gravekeeper.

The old gravekeeper's eyes also became sharp, without the slightest fear, and still only had a few words: "Mutually!"

If you hadn't threatened me before, how could I threaten you?

Why, only you can threaten me, and I can't threaten you?

Cangtian waved his hand, and the powerful breath on Qingtian's body instantly dissipated into nothingness.

This move surprised the old gravekeeper secretly, and Cangtian's strength was obviously becoming more and more unfathomable.

It is worthy of being the first master of the Chaos Ancestor Clan!

"You had no choice but to bring the Chaos Ancestors to join Thirty. After all, you didn't want to be exterminated. We can understand that."

The old gravekeeper's eyes softened again, and he took a deep breath and said, "The Chaos Ancestors and the Ten Thousand Races were once at war, but to put it bluntly, this was just a fight at most.

And Thirty is at most an outsider. Don't you understand this?"

"Of course we know, do you need to tell us?" Qingtian sneered, with a fierce momentum.

"If you can have such momentum when facing Thirty, I might admire you." The gravekeeper said in a gloomy way.

Qingtian's face flushed, but he was powerless to refute. He softened and leaned back on the chair, and stopped talking.

"The hatred between the Chaos Ancestors and the Ten Thousand Races is not a dead knot." The gravekeeper continued, "Since it is not a dead knot, there is a way to solve it."

"Then you say, after the destruction of Thirty, how will the Chaos Ancestors and the Ten Thousand Races get along?" Cangtian's voice sounded again.

The cultivation method of the Chaos Ancestors is best not to allow the existence of the world, and is destined to destroy the heavens and the worlds.

And the myriad races must rely on the world to be strong, after all, not everyone can survive in the chaos.

However, after hearing what Cangtian said, the old man who keeps the grave gave a thumbs up: "Cangtian, you are so well hidden, I didn't expect you to be sure of destroying thirty!"

Cangtian opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Destroy thirty?

I don't have any shitty confidence, but since the two parties have joined forces, what if they do it?

"Ahem~"

Seeing that Cangtian was choked, Qingtian coughed dryly.

If they were sure of destroying thirty, why would they shrink until now?

"Things always need to be considered, right?" Qingtian took back the words of the old man who keeps the grave.

"That's right." The old gravekeeper nodded, "But I want to tell you that even if you are willing to join forces with us, we are not very sure."

"But!"

Suddenly, the old gravekeeper changed the subject, his expression firm: "If we kill each other, the Chaos Ancestors and the Ten Thousand Races will all die."

"We have already surrendered to San." Qingtian said indifferently.

"Heh~" The old gravekeeper smiled contemptuously, "That's because you are still of some use value. With only the Xu Clan, do you think they can resist the Ten Thousand Races in these years?

But once the Ten Thousand Races are destroyed, what value can you still have?"

The hall fell into silence again. How could Cangtian and Qingtian not know this?

At the beginning, the reason why San surrendered to them was to use their means to deal with the Ten Thousand Races.

Moreover, if they and the Ten Thousand Races had not been defeated and several of the strongest had not fallen, with their strength, they would have been fully capable of fighting San.

Of course, it was just a battle.

The final result would not change.

"As expected of the son of the Human Emperor, you are eloquent." After a long time, Cangtian spoke again.

If Xiao Fan heard this, he would definitely be shocked.

The old man who keeps the grave is actually the son of the Human Emperor!

This old man is hiding very well.

"However," Cangtian narrowed his eyes and stared at the old man who keeps the grave: "If you want us to die with you, you need a reason."

Hearing this, the old man grinned, revealing his iconic yellow teeth.

He knew that Cangtian had already loosened up after saying this.

The old man who keeps the grave no longer holds back and said: "Destroying the second clone of San is just the first step. Next, we will destroy his first and third clones in turn."

"Did you really find it?" Qingtian looked at the old man who keeps the grave in astonishment.

At their level, there are very few things that can surprise them so much.

But the words of the old man who keeps the grave make them unable to calm down anymore.

The old man who keeps the grave nodded solemnly: "I found it, Doutian has already gone there."

"Just by himself?" Qingtian smiled contemptuously.

Although Doutian is strong, it is simply impossible for him to kill the other two clones of San alone.

"Don't we still have you and me?" The old gravekeeper looked at the two with a smile.

Cangtian and Qingtian were silent for a while. If the two of them joined, they would have a great chance to kill the other two clones of San.

However, their final enemy is not San's clone, but San.

"Time and Space, Samsara, Shura, Demon Lord and others?" Qingtian asked in a deep voice, "It's just dealing with the two clones of San. We don't need to take action."

He is not a fool, how could he take action easily.

Once they join, the death of the two clones of San will be related to them, and San's original body will never let them go.

For them, the best way is to watch the final battle between the Ten Thousand Races and San.

If Wanzu can gain the upper hand and they turn against him and destroy Thirty, it will be the best for them, because they don't have to worry about Thirty's revenge.

But what if all races are defeated?

"There is no free lunch in the world." The old man guarding the tomb shook his head and narrowed his eyes: "If you don't agree, how can we trust you?"

Chaos Ancestors, they don't care about others.

But they are extremely afraid of Cangtian and Qingtian.

After all, when they led the Chaos Ancestors, they were on par with the six most powerful tribes. One can imagine the terrifying strength of these two people.

To deal with Thirty, one must be single-minded, how can one leave one's back to the former enemy?

In order for them to take action against the two clones of Thirty, they would undoubtedly need their certificate of surrender.

"What if we don't agree?" Qingtian frowned.

"Don't agree?" The old man guarding the tomb smiled, and suddenly his face became extremely cold: "Then we will destroy the Chaos Ancestors first!"

"It's just you?" Qingtian suddenly stood up and said in a cold voice.

The sky also showed a cold light, and murderous intent was looming. "Yes, just us, isn't it enough?" The old man guarding the tomb was not angry, but said with a smile: "Time and space, reincarnation, Shura, demon lord, ghost lord, Tai Mo, and me, there are only two of you, the others Ignore it, it should be barely enough

Bar. "

The blue sky had a black line on its face, and it was terrifyingly gloomy.

What a reluctance, you guys are really flattering us.

Taking a deep breath, Qingtian sat down again with a decadent look on his face. He knew that the Wan Clan had returned to its peak, but they were still just treading water. How could they be Wan Clan's opponent?