Great Heaven Sovereign

This is an earth shaking reversal for Chang Baisui.

Before today.

He thought his martial spirit was a waste martial spirit, which was good for nothing but eating.

But now!

He felt that his martial spirit was the only one in the world, which was popular in modern and ancient times.

"Yes, even martial arts can devour it, and even the magic powers of the demon family can devour it." In the depths, the voice came again, very firm.

Often meditate at the age of 100 and don't say a word.

But tears are already in my eyes!

"Turn over, turn over! Hahaha, this is Xiongqi. Shit, when I learn this method, I want everyone to know that I often someone is the unparalleled pride you can't afford!" Chang Baisui's vision, countless pictures, maneuvering, emerged in his mind.

However, the emperors in the imperial mausoleum didn't care. They thought that Chang Baisui's excitement now was due to the recognition of his ancestors and the strength of his martial spirit. They didn't know what Chang Baisui thought at this time.

"Well, don't get excited. We don't have much time and will dissipate soon. Let's let you know your martial spirit first." At this time, one of the lights and shadows spoke again.

"Say, ancestors, you can say whatever you have. I'm all ears. No, I remember." Chang Baisui said quickly.

Now, he suddenly felt that what his ancestors called was relaxed and happy.

In his mind, it is the voice of the world.

"Children can teach!"

The general performance of Chang centenarians has naturally become a kind of humility and studious performance in the eyes of people.

"Listen, your martial spirit is not the same as ours. It has the appearance of returning to its ancestors. It is precisely because of this that your martial spirit can't really wake up. You just can't appreciate the mystery of this martial spirit."

"Anyway, we are about to dissipate, and we will use our last strength to complete you. Whether you can awaken the martial spirit at that time depends on your nature."

"Also, remember your mission, recover the God of martial arts, uphold the belief of the God of martial arts, and fight without losing blood."

Another sound appeared.

The expression of constant excitement gradually disappeared.

Can't really wake up?

Whether we can wake up depends on nature?

This sentence was the core he didn't catch, so the previous excitement suddenly disappeared. But this expression, in the eyes of the public, was interpreted as that Chang Baisui was reluctant to give them up.

"You don't have to give up or feel sad. It's also a great honor for our existence to devote ourselves to the immortality of the martial arts family."

In the depths, the voice fell, with a slight desolation of a hero's twilight.

"Don't give up? Sad? I don't give up your sister. Aren't you kidding me? You can't wake up, you can't wake up. Why are you so awesome?" Make complaints about the hundred years old.

But of course he didn't dare to say it.

At this time, the light and shadow closest to Chang Baisui came close: "ancestors, I'll take a step first."

The light and shadow said, and the figure disappeared instantly, turned into a streamer and directly entered Chang Baisui's body.

Then there is the second and third

With the disappearance of these figures, the often centenarian Wu soul also began to run wildly, like a vortex, and a devouring force erupted between the light and the colored glass.

Chang was stunned and suddenly looked into the depths.

"We have the same blood and the same martial spirit. They use their last strength, but they are swallowed up by your martial spirit to help you truly awaken."

"Don't talk, just start running the martial spirit and perceive the true meaning of the martial spirit." The sound appeared again in the depths.

Chang Baisui didn't hesitate. He quickly concentrated on his martial spirit and felt the rhythm of power.

Time is turning. I don't know how long it has passed.

The light and shadow in the imperial mausoleum disappeared except for the deepest figure.

Whether Chang Baisui or Yang Fan, they are all deeply in cultivation.

Deep down, the light and shadow stroked the long gun in his hand.

Eyes deeply locked on Yang Fan.

Also at this time, Xiao Jiu's figure appeared out of thin air and looked at him.

"You should go, too." Xiao Jiu said indifferently.

"I know. But there's one thing I want to understand. This person is him..." the figure said, and his eyes fell deeply on Yang Fan.

"Yes. You guessed right." Xiao Jiu responded.

Xiao Jiu's expression at this moment was very serious, which was completely different from his previous performance in front of Yang Fan.

"No wonder. I can feel a lot of cause and effect entangled in him, and a great terror I dare not think about. But since you can follow, he must be superior. In that case, I can also help him." Said the deep voice.

"Do you still have the means? Your strength is not enough to make your descendants awaken the soul of martial arts. Do you not want your martial arts family to rise?" Xiao Jiu said faintly.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. The result depends on luck. Moreover, it is a great fortune for him to get along with the people you follow." The deep voice continued.

"That's right. You have a bit of a pattern. Among you, you have this vision. You can see the extraordinary of my master." Xiao Jiu said, narrowing his eyes and smiling gently.

If Yang Fan is sober at this time, he will be shocked.

Because he had never heard a word of approval from Xiao Jiu.

But now Xiao Jiu's mood is clearly that he has unlimited high hopes for him.

"I just followed my ancestors and saw some pictures. I don't have much time. My disabled body is the key to opening a feisheng pool in my Wu family. If the feisheng pool is still there, you can ask him to find it, and then put my strength into it. Naturally, you can open the feisheng pool." Said the voice.

"Do you also have a flying pool?" Xiao Jiu was slightly surprised, and his face was a little excited.

"Cough, it's embarrassing to say. We forged the feisheng pool ourselves. In those days, our ancestors had to see the real feisheng pool, so they used up countless natural materials and made one by themselves. I don't know whether it still exists now." The voice explained.

The expression on Xiao Jiu's face gradually lost.

But soon, it returned to normal.

"I say so. In your world, how can you control the soaring pool? But it's better than nothing. It's an opportunity for him now." Xiao Jiu said.

"Then my martial arts boy..."

"Don't worry, it's inevitable for him to wake up with his aunt. And I can guarantee that as long as he doesn't lose Yang Fan, his road in the future will definitely not be in this side of the world." Xiao Jiu said.

This sentence is tantamount to a commitment.

Although it is a little disharmonious to say this solemn commitment on this young face. But Xiao Jiu's words also excited the existence in the depths of the imperial mausoleum.

"Your words are enough. Also, I remember my ancestors once said that there is a picture book at the bottom of the flying pool, which seems to have something to do with the long gun. My ancestors once learned the three moves of the spirit from it, and I can teach him." The voice continued.

"All right, how can you explain so much? When you are the master of your aunt, do you pick up junk? Take everything? Your shooting skills don't deserve his way." Xiao Jiu waved his hand slightly and was impatient. Then, before the other party reacted, Xiao Jiu grabbed it with both hands.

The figure smiled bitterly, then disappeared directly, turned into a group of power and fell into Xiao Jiu's hands.