Chapter 1873: Discussion

How many eyes are watching him in this world, Ba Zun'an knows.

Hua Changdeng also knows what kind of existence is behind him, watching and urging him.

Both of them are looking ahead, not paying attention to what is behind them.

Lingyu Mountain is gone.

The cup of wine on the Linghu stone table that divides the world into black and white was given by Ba Zun'an, and the question hit Hua Changdeng's heart.

"Handle..."

Everyone murmured, and began to guess what handle Hua Changdeng had in the hands of the Third Ancestor, so he was willing to be the vanguard.

After all, the Eighth Sword Immortal would not shoot without a purpose, and what he said must have his considerations.

Hua Changdeng was silent, and his face changed slightly, and then he returned to calm.

The golden cup in front of him was filled with wine, and everyone gave Ba Zun'an this face, but he was indifferent.

"Why, Brother Hua is afraid that I will poison you?"

Ba Zun'an laughed after he finished speaking.

He is not a Taoist, and he will not use those despicable means.

All the ancient sword cultivators around Linghu Lake, such as Gou Wuyue, Feng Tingchen, Lei Shuangxing, and Gu Qingduo, drank his wine and gave him enough face.

Even Xiao Kongtong and Xiao Wanfeng, who had fainted on the ground, woke up after a twitch in their noses and forced a sip before fainting again.

Mr. Siren didn't care about his seriously injured body. He took a sip, and the wine passed through his intestines and flowed out of the hole. He coughed and bleed, but he waved his fan high and shouted silently:

"How great, how great!"

Only you, Hua Changdeng, dare not drink?

Only you, Hua Changdeng, are a coward?

Everyone stared at this Hua Shengdi, and the will condensed by the world's name turned into a great trend and pressed down.

Hua Changdeng almost wavered, and reached out to touch the wine glass.

Only then did he realize that the wine he gave to the people of the world was not given in vain - the strange scene of Linghu Lake was an illusion, and the eight masters borrowed the name to be true.

His ten thousand swordsmanship, from the perspective of using the force, is completely different from that of the world, and it can be said to be unique.

However...

Borrowing a name, so what?

"I also have doubts."

Since his fingertips have touched the golden cup, Hua Changdeng will not lose face and let go. He picked up the wine cup, but he has not drunk it for a long time.

Wine can be drunk, but it cannot be drunk in vain.

Ba Zun'an wants to talk. There are some questions that not only Sanzu is curious about, but he Hua Changdeng is also curious.

"Brother Hua has doubts, but it doesn't matter, but before drinking this cup and raising doubts, you seem to have not given me the answer I want?" Ba Zun'an took a look.

"You Ba Zun'an, do you still need others to give you answers?"

Hua Changdeng smiled while holding the golden cup. He didn't believe that the person in front of him came with doubts, and he was clearly asking knowingly.

"Then I dare to guess..." Ba Zun'an grabbed the jade pot and poured wine in the golden cup in front of him again.

The ancient sword cultivators of the Five Realms were restless again.

The spirit refiners of the Five Realms were jealous again.

Because as the golden wine cups in front of the Eight Masters gradually filled up, the golden cups in front of the ancient sword cultivators from all over the country also began to emit the aroma of wine again.

"More?"

"The Eighth Sword Immortal gave me a second cup of wine?"

"Mr. Siren knows my heart, how happy!"

This time, the pouring process was extremely slow. It was clear that the wine in the jade pots in the hands of the Eight Masters kept pouring, and the wine in the cups of the ancient sword cultivators from all sides was not full.

Then he stared at the wine pot and poured wine while guessing aloud, his tone was neither hurried nor slow:

"There is no turning back after crossing the river. I sharpened my sword with gold and stone, and it was mottled after thirty years of grinding. I only allowed success, not failure."

"Brother Hua was the first to learn the sword, and the ghost sword technique reached the pinnacle. I am ashamed of myself. However, success and failure are all due to Fengdu."

"Since I got the Ghost Ancestor's Divine Court, the road to the Sword God has not been completed. I have no choice but to enter the path of reincarnation. It is as difficult as ascending to heaven to be deified in front of the Ghost Ancestor."

"This 'current god and Buddha', Brother Hua wants to take it and I can't do anything, and I can't move forward without picking it up."

"This time I came to the five domains just to see me, and I am a stone, I can sharpen swords, or I can sharpen ghosts..."

After a pause, the eight masters raised their eyelids, glanced at Hua Changdeng, and said in a slightly heavy voice:

"If you fail to seize the Dao, Brother Hua will die, let's not talk about this for now."

"If you succeed in seizing the Dao, Brother Hua will be crowned as an ancestor, and beside the Ghost Ancestor, there is the Medicine Ancestor, and after the Ghost Ancestor, there are the Demon Ancestor and the Suyin. I dare to ask Brother Hua, what do you think and how do you respond?"

As soon as these words fell, the spectators in the five domains were all shocked.

Ghost Ancestor?!

Everyone was just watching the show, and they didn't think so deeply at the time.

Even so, at this moment, after the bigwigs from all sides interpreted the current situation, everyone knew that the three monsters outside the cracks in the time and space were the three ancestors.

Hua Changdeng was in front, and the three ancestors were behind, and they all had big plans.

But there is no Ghost Ancestor among the three ancestors, so where did this come from?

And from what the Eighth Sword Immortal said, Hua Changdeng came to find him this time not because he wanted to continue the unfinished battle between Hua Ba and him thirty years ago after so many years.

On the contrary, he had to come, otherwise he would be waiting to die.

If he came and lost the battle, he would die. If he won and seized the Dao successfully, he would be crowned as a god and called the ancestor, but he would still have to face the three ancestors, and the ending would most likely be death.

All dead ends?

The comments of each family were boiling in an instant:

"No wonder the Eight Lords said that he had a handle in the hands of the Ancestor God, and no wonder Hua Changdeng was willing to be a pawn, so that's it?"

"Is the life of the Holy Emperor so difficult? Then I earn 3,000 spirit crystals a month, and occasionally I can have a sneaky life, which is relatively comfortable."

"It's death anyway, why can't Hua Ba join forces to defeat the three ancestors?"

"Brother, you are so wise! You don't even think that Ruohua and Ba two can't be each other's gold and stone. They can hone each other to the point where they can become gods and ancestors - join forces? To the ancestor gods, isn't that just two useless people merging together?"

"Well……"

This battle is inevitable!

Everyone understood this, and what was different from before was that they thought it was just a follow-up to the battle between swordsmen.

Unexpectedly, it would appear that if the two of them could not become gods and ancestors in this battle, then the fight would be in vain and death would inevitably be inevitable.

"The Battle of the Ancestral Gods!"

Everyone around Linghu Lake and all over the Five Regions felt excited.

Not to mention anything else, today we will definitely see the real sword open the mysterious door, and maybe two sword gods can be sealed away.

As for whether the two sword gods died individually or whether they ended up in another direction, it is another matter.

"consider……"

Hua Changdeng repeated silently, drank the wine in the cup, and looked at the eight acquaintances:

"As the ancient sword cultivator moves forward, what do we need to think about?"

Suddenly, the spiritual lake shook.

Everyone could see it, and the lingering force above the heads of the Eight Masters was faintly condensed. A cup of Hua Chang Lamp was placed on the stone table, and it exploded into nothingness.

No denial…

Everyone understood. What the Eighth Sword Immortal just said must have guessed the dilemma that Emperor Hua Sheng was in!

Ba Zunzhen turned a blind eye to all abnormal occurrences, and did not care that the borrowed momentum was easily broken up.

He continued to pour the jade pot and slowly poured wine.

The wine glass in Hua Changdeng's hand had just been emptied, and with a gurgling sound, it was filled again - the last thing that came first, it was filled faster than the other cultivators in the five realms.

"Brother Hua, this is wrong..."

This time, before he could finish speaking, Hua Changdeng interrupted with a flick of his sleeves: "It's my turn."

good!

The spectators in the five regions are looking forward to it.

Everyone was excited when they saw that Hua Changdeng was out of trouble. Not only did he not give up, he also faced the difficulties and overcame them, overwhelming the Eighth Sword Immortal.

How boring is this one-sided situation?

Tit for tat is the most gratifying!

"What a wonderful thing it would be if the two of them were jealous and competing not because of Tao but because of this princess..." Someone began to take the initiative to enter the second world of fantasy swordsmanship.

"please."

In front of the stone table, Bazun smiled knowingly and stopped the words in his throat.

Hua Changdeng's face was calm, and he gently rotated the golden bottle on his fingertips, feeling the power of the sword in it, and said lightly:

"I have heard for a long time that the Holy Slave is good at plotting and planning the five realms. There is a burning harp in front of him and a night owl in the back. He will first remove Gou Wuyue and then remove Rao Yao Yao. He will stop those who dare to advance in the sword for thirty years. The delay has been until now, just for Protect the name of the 'Eighth Sword Immortal'."

hiss!

Can you still understand it this way?

Everyone looked at the Wuyue Sword Immortal who was at the scene, and the heads of various families also focused on the only person who was still alive in Hua Changdeng's mouth.

Gou Wuyue was calm and unmoving, as if the person being mentioned was not him.

Hua Changdeng did not pause and continued:

"In the game on Void Island, Yu Mo acted like father and son, subverting Gang Chang, just to turn the tide when he was finally revealed."

"The two veins of black and white have been lurking until now, and the Holy Emperor has come out, just to fuse the ladder to heaven and continue the destiny of the Holy Continent for another half a year."

"This is the end of the matter. You have all succeeded."

"The Dao Qiongtian chess skills are already very high. However, if the Dao is one foot taller and the Saint Slave is another ten feet taller, the layout of the Saint Slave's head seat is indeed exquisite."

At this point, everyone seems to have heard the "but".

Sure enough, when he said this, Hua Changdeng paused slightly, then changed his direction, and his tone was a little funny:

"Thirty years have come and gone, with ups and downs. The eight first saint slaves are familiar with it and never get involved."

"Now, Mr. Hua is a little confused about the situation. He knows clearly that there are tigers in the mountains. The Eighth Sword Immortal Chess is so high. He must know that he is the first to lead the troops. Anyone who dares to enter this game will be dead."

"You're still here."

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"Why is this, and what's the trouble?"

He stared at the smiling and silent Bazun in front of him and asked softly: "Have you found a better chess player and are you willing to be a pawn?"

With a crash, the five regions boiled.

It was rude to come back without reciprocating, so Hua Changdeng kicked the words back unchanged.

Listening to this, Ba Zunzun is also cannon fodder. When this game is over, he will also die?

"who?"

The five regions all guessed who the new chess player was.

Hua Changdeng was not a nagging person, so he calmly said a name:

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

Shouye?

Master Shou became a chess player, and the Eighth Sword Immortal became his chess piece?

Everyone watching the battle in the five regions felt ridiculous. There was a leader of the Saint Slave, and a newly promoted second-in-command of the Saint Slave. Although Master Shou has been famous recently, compared to the Eighth Sword Immortal...

Isn't this a reversal of priorities?

"By the way, where is Master Shou? It seems that Master Shou is not here!"

Everyone looked around and realized that they had really forgotten the existence of Master Shou, if Hua Changdeng had not mentioned it.

Ba Zunzhen did not avoid the question, but asked instead: "You know that there are tigers in the mountains, but you prefer to go to the tiger mountains...Brother Hua thinks you are the tiger and I am the bait?"

The ripples of the Spiritual Lake are slightly swaying, and the hearts of the people are also lightly rippled.

The smell of gunpowder filled the air, and everyone seemed to have seen the scene of the two ancient sword cultivators fighting over a disagreement.

Hua Changdeng was not easily angered, he shook his head and laughed:

"There is never more than one tiger in Tiger Mountain."

"It's too difficult to reach the sky in one step. The Eighth Sword Immortal hasn't given me a positive answer yet, so I'm thinking about my next question?"

Ba Zunzhen could only smile and nod.

He raised the golden bottle in his hand high, and replied directly without fear:

"There is more than one tiger in Tiger Mountain, and I am not alone."

"The Demon Ancestor's decree comes down at the crossroads. I have gods to help me."

"Shen Yin is looking at the cracks in the world. I have Cao Yihan to help me."

"The medicine ghost has not yet become one, Bei Huai is a big trouble, and Brother Hua is about to seize the road. The four are constraining each other, and it is difficult to separate from each other."

He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, he was extremely bold, free and easy, raised his voice and said with a smile:

"It is imperative that we, the eight deities, do not know how to take this step forward, so why bother?"

This is……

Is it clear?

After hearing this, Wuyu felt really horrified.

"There is a Demon Ancestor at the cross street corner, and there is a evil spirit in the cracks in the time realm. Oh my god, they are trying to capture our Holy Continent!"

"Shenyi? Que Leihan? They are just ten thrones, how can they defeat the ten ancestors? How can the Eighth Sword Immortal be so confident? Oh, he believes in it?"

"Are they that strong?"

"Brothers, listen to me: if the ten ancestors were at their peak, they would be as powerful as a scourge, and the ten thrones would definitely not be able to withstand them. But like ghosts, awakening from the relics of gods, the ten ancestors are actually weak. In my opinion , the ten thrones are not without the power to seize the Dao in one battle!"

"Wow! That's really impressive!" Someone praised.

"A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Why don't you think about it, if you can really block it, what would the Holy Slave do if you need to fuse the ladder to delay?" Some people don't believe it.

After the eight masters spoke, the five realms exploded like boiling water.

Each family pointed out the country and promoted writing, and the quarrel was endless.

Huachang Deng was not fooled.

Others would forget Xu Xiaoshou under such prevarication, but he had not forgotten the storm that boy had previously caused in the family of the Five Holy Emperors.

"Where is Xu Xiaoshou?"

"This is another question." Bazunzhen looked at the glass of wine in front of Hua Changdeng, indicating that it was his turn.

"No." Hua Changdeng shook his head and picked up the golden bottle without finishing the drink. "This is the same question."

Bazun shook his head helplessly and did not care about this.

He looked solemnly, looked into the void, and said with a slight sigh:

"Master Shou, you are never in my chess game."

"Since the beginning of Bai Ku's relationship with me, I have been a slave of the saint, enjoying freedom, having the power to do things for my own convenience, and discussing friendship with my peers."

"The position of the second-in-command of the Holy Slave is only to inherit the master's orders and take charge on his behalf. The first floor in the sky is the master's family."

He said "Master Shou" in each mouthful, and he was full of praise in every word.

And when he said this, the voice of the Eight Masters became thicker, his face showed appreciation, and he praised:

"I have always been the only one who knew how to rely on Master Shou. There was no time when he committed himself to being a slave of the saints."

"The dragon has seen its head but not its tail. I can't control Master Shou. Maybe while you and I are chatting freely now, he has already penetrated into the starry sky and beaten the Third Ancestor to pieces."

After the Eight Masters finished speaking, he filled a glass of wine for himself and said to Vukong:

"A toast to you!"

The five regions all fell silent.

There are question marks on everyone's head.

"Let's do it!"

"The Eighth Sword Immortal, are you praising Master Shou for killing him?"

"Or is it that Master Shou is really so important in his mind?"

"No matter what, if I were Master Shou, the corners of my mouth would be so curled up that I could hang two slices of pork..."

Everyone looked at the picture, and Hua Changdeng had a slightly stunned expression, saying that they couldn't understand it.

But in front of the ancient sword cultivators from all over the five regions, eight busts of familiar figures reappeared, holding up their golden bottles in their mouths and saying:

"A toast to you!"

The wine has been filled. Who dares not to give the Eighth Sword Immortal this face?

Regardless of whether it was true or false, everyone drank the second glass of wine in one go. While their blood was boiling, they were still in a fog.

"how?"

The eight wise men looked forward.

Hua Changdeng remained silent, and finally drank the wine in his glass, which was regarded as acknowledgment of this half-positive, half-roundabout answer.

…

"Let's talk about the boss!"

"Look! Hurry! These two saucy ancient sword cultivators, I waited for half a glass of wine, but they actually talked about Boss Shen Yi, and said that Boss Shen Yi can stop the Demon Ancestor, haha..."

"Why are you laughing? I think this guy named Ba is quite discerning!"

"I also think Ba Zunzhen can win, so I just said this to him... But can you stop drinking and start fighting quickly? I have never seen 'one poem, one sword, one sword, one song' with my own eyes!"

"Yes, Momojiji looks like two girls, they are men! Let's fight!"

At the corner of the street, many Dead Apostles gathered together, leaning against the spiritual master with palms in clusters, watching the battle at Lingyu Mountain together.

The muttering was muttering, the bickering between the two was quite interesting, and everyone watched it with gusto.

But before the war started, they actually mentioned the cross street corner.

The Eight Masters were well aware of the fate of the Demon Ancestor they were talking about and the fate of the next intersection. The Dead Apostles did not care at all. They simply ignored their lives and just joined in the fun.

On such a busy street, a dark shadow was walking through, from north to east, and soon entered the arena on East Street.

"Auntie Zhenxiang!"

There was a loud shout outside the door.

Xiang Yaoyao held a burly hand in her hand and was stroking it while talking to a woman and a man, one black and one orange, in front of her.

Hearing the sound, he turned his eyes and looked out the door:

"Enter!"

The door opened with a creak, and a feminine man walked in with his head lowered and his fists clasped, and he said respectfully:

"The Lord of North Street, Emperor Guifen, sent people to bring congratulatory gifts and asked to see Aunt Xiang!"