I have many children every time I give birth to them. I cultivate to become a god by giving birth to

The old ancestor was silent for a moment, and then said, "You don't seem surprised by my existence? Did you guess this as well?"

Linghu Bei raised his eyebrows: "Half, I only confirmed it when I heard the elders of Hu Qi call you 'Grandmaster'."

"Oh? Then what did you prove?"

Linghu Bei smiled strangely, his purple eyes gleaming red: "Prove that I will not become another you."

"Really?" The old ancestor paused for a moment, and said with a sigh: "Yes, I also think that you will not become another me."

Linghu Bei was surprised: "I didn't expect that the senior has such a free and easy personality."

"Haha, maybe." The old ancestor seemed not to want to discuss Linghu Bei's personality and directly changed the subject: "So do you have anything you want to ask?"

In fact, Linghu Bei wanted to ask so many things, but the moment he saw the old ancestor, he didn't want to ask anymore.

"The doubts will only increase, but for now... Senior, I'm sorry."

Linghu Bei's eyes darkened, and an evil spirit suddenly burst out, dispersing the aura lingering around, and heading straight for the ball of black and gray gas.

The evil energy, like a strong wind, directly blew away the gas, and also revealed the figure of the ancestor who was shrouded in the gas.

How to describe it?

Linghu Bei knew that the gas belonged to the ancestor, but he also knew that the gas was torturing him. However, he did not expect that he would be tortured so horribly.

He was skinny, with his upper body naked, and his clothes were tattered. His hands and feet were bound with chains. He sat cross-legged on the ground, his body hunched over. His hair was white, but his exposed skin was covered with sores, with deep and shallow marks, which seemed to be the marks of scabs that had formed and then festered again.

The festering area emitted black and gray gas.

No, it's not emitted, but this black and gray gas is the cause of the ulcer.

The old ancestor raised his head. The skin on his face was also ulcerated, and his original appearance could not be seen clearly. Only his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist. Under the white mist, there were a pair of ruby-like eyes.

It's like a gem covered with dust and losing its luster.

There was no light in his eyes, no ripples, just like stagnant water, weathered and full of death.

Twelve-tailed fox...

He was actually the mythical beast, the twelve-tailed celestial fox.

The gas was pushed away by Linghu Bei, and was blocked by the evil spirit and could not return to the ancestor, but black and gray gas continued to overflow from his body. Linghu Bei was very patient in peeling it off again and again, so as to prevent the gas from burying him again.

It was precisely because the gases were separated that Linghu Bei was able to see the true form of this ancestor.

Even though he did not show his fox ears and tail, nor did he reveal his true form, the blood suppression brought by the twelve-tailed heavenly fox beast clearly told Linghu Bei the true form of this ancestor.

The old ancestor didn't care about Linghu Bei's actions, but looked up at him: "I'm sorry for letting you see me like this."

Even though he was tortured to this extent, even though his body was covered with ulcers, as a fox, he knew that foxes naturally care about their own appearance, and similarly, they would also care about the appearance of others.

In Yunyi's words, it's about looks.

However, the person this ancestor met was Linghu Bei, who had a unique aesthetic taste.

The moment Linghu Bei saw him like this, he was actually considering whether he should get a skin like this.

After hearing his words, Linghu Bei pulled his thoughts back and replied nonchalantly, "It was the junior who offended me."

Without the intrusion of the gas, the old ancestor seemed to have some strength: "Your evil energy is very pure, only 'evil' but not 'wicked'. No wonder you can dispel my mottled divine power."

Divine power?!

Linghu Bei was surprised. This was the fairyland. Logically speaking, even if one became a twelve-tailed celestial fox and a divine beast, one would still need to go through tribulations and experience the baptism of divine power before one could truly possess divine power.

Otherwise, the power in your body is just demonic power.

Even if it is a fairy fox, there is demonic power in its body, but it is of a higher grade and purer level than the demonic power in the spirit world.

After all, the demonic power transformed by absorbing immortal power is naturally superior to the demonic power transformed by spiritual energy.

Therefore, Linghu Bei thought that this was still in the fairyland. Even though he was already a divine beast, he still had demonic power in his body.

I also thought that it was only because of the demonic power that he became a tool for absorbing the 'evil energy', but the demonic power could not resist, resulting in the aura being so mottled and mixed.

But I didn't expect it to be divine power.

Even divine power cannot resist the infection of this 'evil spirit'?

Also.

This is the 'evil' stripped from the 'good' of the Three Thousand Great Daos. Naturally, its quality cannot be countered by mere divine power.

It seems that he needs to go further.

Linghu Bei thought so and asked the ancestor: "Senior, the reason you are like this now is because of the tribulation, right?"

If Linghu Bei’s previous speculation made the ancestor feel that he was just a little smart.

But now I feel that Linghu Bei's intelligence is different from that of ordinary people.

“You…” How to know.

He felt that asking the last four words was nonsense.

The old ancestor felt that this fellow tribesman in front of him, who was full of evil and extremely weird, was so smart that he even found it a little scary.

Linghu Bei knew what he had not yet finished saying, and curled his lips: "Senior, there is no need to be so surprised. It's just that I have also suffered such an experience, so I am just guessing from this."

"Yeah……"

"Oh, Senior, tools should be used at the best time. If your cultivation is too high, you will pose a threat. If it is too low, it will not be of much use. Naturally, when you just pass the tribulation and become a divine beast, and you happen to be weak at that moment, it is the best time for you to become a tool, isn't it?"

Linghu Bei asked back bluntly, leaving him silent.

After a long while, he sighed and said, "Yes, it's such a simple truth, but unfortunately I didn't understand it at that time."

"Are you wondering why I know so much?"

Linghu Bei was indeed puzzled by this. After all, the time from the prehistoric period to the present was not just tens of millions of years, but could even be measured in billions.

Even if he is the ancestor, it is impossible for him to live from that time to now.

After all, monsters are not like humans.

The longer you live, even if you don't practice cultivation deliberately, your cultivation will increase over time, and your life span will increase accordingly.

If this is the case, the strength of this ancestor can definitely rival that of the Heavenly Dao.

The fact that he has fallen to this point naturally proves that he did not live that long.

Linghu Bei believed that if he were the Three Thousand Great Daos, it would certainly be impossible for him to let the fox clan know his complete memory, so as to avoid a counterattack.

Even an ant can sometimes kill an elephant.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.

Linghu Bei didn't think that Sanqian Avenue would make such a mistake.

After all, didn't the creatures in the ancient times also rely on the "evil energy" to fight against it?

Once something happens, it cannot happen again.

Isn't this the reason why the Three Thousand Great Daos divided the creatures in the ancient world?

Linghu Bei didn't say anything, which just meant he agreed. He really wanted to know why.

The chain made a soft, crisp sound, the old ancestor looked at Linghu Bei, stretched out his hand, and a fragment of unknown material appeared on the palm of his hand.

"This is the soul of the fox clan's ancestor."