The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 3251 The Fall of the Saint Ancestor

After integration, Fang Yun had a new understanding of the Kunlun Ancient Realm, and his previous guesses and feelings were confirmed.

Even the things about the Imperial Dragon Relics, Fang Yun also deduced a lot.

However, there was no news about the most important imperial clan treasure.

The significance and value of the imperial clan treasure is far greater than the Imperial Dragon Relics, which can make multiple ethnic groups rise, and the incarnations of the ancestors will never tell it even if they die.

"That's about it."

Fang Yun calmed down and began to practice.

Although most of the dark power of other saints was absorbed by Fang Yun, they were still affected and did not dare to practice as recklessly as Fang Yun.

Fang Yun did not practice the dark power, because this kind of power should either not be touched, or if you want to touch it, you must understand it deeply, but once you understand it deeply, you will fall into darkness, affect your own holy way, and be too extreme.

Fang Yun continued to practice the human race's holy way, and let the literary world absorb the power of the sea of ​​human race's holy way as soon as possible to prepare for the real ancestor.

Kunlun Ancient Realm, Zuqiu

Every 30,000 years, the Kunlun Saint Ancestor would discuss the Dao here, and now, hundreds of thousands of corpses flew over, like dense silver locusts, attacking the Kunlun tribe guarding the ancestral hill.

In just three days, the ancestral hill was lost.

The dense corpses of the ancestors occupied the ancestral hill and felt the power.

Bone source, Ten Thousand Bone Tower.

Suddenly, endless black light enveloped a million miles of land.

"How dare you!"

In the Ten Thousand Bone Tower, the anger and scolding of Bai Zu's body came.

He found that a large number of his people disappeared silently, like wheat being cut in pieces.

The Ten Thousand Bone Tower bloomed in all directions like petals, and a white bone beast made up of a large number of saints' bones slowly flew up.

At this moment, Bai Zu was like a huge skeleton rhinoceros 300,000 feet long. Even under the cover of the dark night sky, he exuded the aura of tearing the sky and suppressing all directions.

Dense bone runes appeared on the surface of Bai Zu's body. On each rune, there were stars disappearing and living beings growing and declining. The strong ancestral power directly tore the space, and even created dense void ripples, sweeping across millions of miles.

The breath of death and absolute coldness filled the world.

At this moment, all living beings in the space of millions of miles were dying, and formed a continuous stream of strange power, which was sent into Bai Zu's body.

The power of the Saint Ancestor, life and death are constant.

As long as the enemy is alive, Bai Zu will not die!

Suddenly, pale shadows appeared in front of them, swaying like standing dough, and quickly deformed into the appearance of a skeleton rhinoceros.

"Ridiculous!"

Bai Zu suddenly roared softly.

Billions of stars rushed towards those white shadows, and after a moment, the stars formed a white bone giant.

The size of this white bone giant has exceeded the cognition of the saints, because when he stretched out his right hand, the land within a radius of millions of miles was on his right palm.

The white-bone giant slowly lowered his head, looked at the pale shadow on his right palm, and squeezed it hard.

At the same time, one after another identical white-bone giant hands emerged from the void, each giant hand holding the previous giant hand, forming a hundred-fold attack force.

The complete form of the Saint Ancestor's combat skill Bone God.

The void collapsed, and a touch of chaotic vacuum that seemed to exist and not exist flashed by.

Bai Zu in the distance smiled indifferently, even if the Saint Ancestor's corpse was hit by this blow, it would be injured.

The next moment, Bai Zu's expression changed drastically.

Those white giant shadows passed through the place where the Saint Ancestor's combat skill broke out without hindrance and arrived beside Bai Zu.

"You are..."

The core of the ancient world, the top of the maze valley, the evil sun palace, the star world maze.

On the second level of the galaxy ladder, all the Saint Ancestor incarnations, including Fang Yun, suddenly widened their eyes and looked in one direction.

In their sight, the two Bai Zu incarnations suddenly turned into endless dust, and each grain of dust turned into smaller particles, which kept getting smaller until nothingness.

The white holy path suddenly froze in the air, and then cracked and splashed like broken ice falling to the ground.

The holy path collapsed.

That was the holy path that belonged entirely to the Holy Ancestor.

"Is the Holy Ancestor Bai dead?"

The incarnations of the ancestors were shocked.

How many years has it been since the Holy Ancestor died in the Kunlun Ancient Realm?

Why did one of the two ancestors of the eighth royal family die?

What happened in the outside world?

Was it a corpse or an internal conflict in the Kunlun royal family?

The incarnations of the ancestors were extremely shocked and hurriedly used their divine thoughts to communicate.

"Will our original bodies not be in danger?"

"What power can make the Holy Ancestor die and the rest of the ancestors can't save him?"

The incarnations of the ancestors were like headless flies.

No one knew the result.

"What should we do?"

"I don't believe it's an internal conflict among the royal family. It must be that the Kunlun Ancient Realm has encountered a powerful external enemy."

"We can't die. We have to return to the Royal Mountain with the Kunlun Supreme Treasure and more treasures!"

"The future of the Kunlun Ancient Realm rests on our shoulders!"

"Since Fang Yun won't hand over the Kunlun Supreme Treasure, then he'd better die!"

"But who can beat Fang Yun in the Star River Burial?" The Nine-Eyed Saint Ancestor incarnation asked an extremely disappointing question.

The incarnations of the ancestors were silent.

Even his life was bought from Fang Yun by selling the secret treasure. How can he beat Fang Yun now?

"We still have a chance. At worst, we will die together!"

"Then die together!"

Fang Yun looked into the distance, and kept guessing in his heart.

The death of the Saint Ancestor is no small matter.

The appearance or death of any Saint Ancestor will have an impact on the entire outside world.

The incarnations of the ancestors were obviously panicking. They didn't know what to do and could only target Fang Yun.

When there is blind fear, creating an enemy is one of the most effective solutions.

However, the consequences are unpredictable.

"It seems that I can't dawdle."

Fang Yun thought to himself, stood up, and seemed to hesitate for something. After a long time, he made up his mind and swept his right hand through the air.

The incarnations of the ancestors stared at Fang Yun like an old cat with its fur standing on end.

Didn't we agree on three months? How could Fang Yun change the time casually? He was obviously lying before!

A huge force appeared again, pushing the incarnations of the ancestors and Fang Yun to the third level of the ladder.

The road to the first level of the galaxy ladder is full of void cracks,

The road to the second level is super heavy star rain.

The road to the third level is endless micro-mixed holes.

Seeing the densely packed small black holes in front of them, the incarnations of the ancestors felt numb.

Mixed holes are a power that only the saints who are proficient in the holy way of the void can master.

Although these micro-mixed holes are far less powerful than real mixed holes, the level of power has not been reduced.

"Fang Yun! You will die a miserable death!"

A giant god incarnation of the Three Ancestors roared angrily. Who could have thought that this was only the third step, and he would encounter a micro-mixed hole. What would happen before he reached the highest level of the Galaxy Stairs? An explosion of all worlds?

"Instead of scolding me, why not think about how to avoid the mixed hole space and enter the third level of the Galaxy Stairs. In addition, the possibility of you dying a miserable death is a little greater than mine."

Fang Yun was not afraid, but looked at the many micro-mixed holes with interest while dodging them easily.