Saints are also warriors in the holy realm. Saints are otherworldly and have vast supernatural powers. In a sense, they have transcended the category of warriors, as if they are the supreme power in the world.
Quasi-sage, although he has not yet truly become a saint, he already has the power of a saint. He has entered the Yuanji ten forest, communicates with the nature of heaven and earth, and makes the sky and earth crack with the tip of his finger.
Therefore, the arrival of the two quasi-sages, even if they did not deliberately display their momentum, was enough to make the entire holy city tremble. All the warriors bowed and worshiped. Even the saints and saints in the caves of the major holy places had to lower their heads and bow their hands. Give a salute to show respect.
At this moment, Xin Zhuo was the only one standing for several miles around the four forks of the Holy Street.
He looked up at the two "zhenqi clouds". There were two people sitting cross-legged on the clouds. On the left was an old man with white beard and white hair. He was slim and tall, full of Confucianism, and even had a kind face.
On the right is an old nun wearing a brocade cassock. The Buddhist characters on her hat are gilded and dazzling. Her face is a little thin, her chin is a little sharp, and her expression is actually full of compassion.
Mr. Dongfang of Qiugong Pavilion and the Soul-killing Master of Shuiyue Temple were still the same people back then, but their aura and look had completely changed. This "look" was self-confidence and uninhibitedness because of their powerful power. One grid.
They stood high on the clouds, looking down at Xin Zhuo. There was no hatred, gloom, questioning, or indifference as they imagined, but they were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
After all, in their eyes, this is just an ant, just like the little bandit before, there is no change between them.
"Did you really guess we were coming?"
The spirit slayer's tone was too gentle, as if an elder was questioning a junior, but the pressure of the quasi-sage was slowly coming over him.
Xin Zhuo felt his body sink, and then his bones creaked. He found it difficult to walk, but he said without hesitation: "It's not difficult to guess. A saint must make mistakes after all his thoughts. Mr. Dongfang's aura, I am in Da Luo Dayan." I encountered it in the forbidden area, and also tried it in Xuantian Sword Sect!
Destroying spirits... Venerable? I have never come into contact with your aura, but in Confucius Mountain, I have come into contact with your disciples. The two of you observed me from a distance, and asked Jia Wuwei to invite you. Anyone who is not a pig-headed person will know that you are here! "
"hehe……"
Mr. Dongfang smiled and said: "You don't have to think too highly of yourself. Why did we come here in person for a junior like you? We just happened to meet you and knew you were here to look for you."
The aura of the quasi-sage also slowly pressed forward.
"Snapped!"
The three feet of ground under Xin Zhuo's feet suddenly cracked, and his body felt as if he was carrying a ten thousand feet high mountain. It was difficult to move at all, but a smile appeared on his face.
The first step was to bet correctly. The two of them had a deep grudge with me in "Through the Mirror, Moon in the Water". Another disciple would die in my hands in this "lifetime". It would not be too much to kill them immediately. I would definitely not be spared, but... It's because the grievances are too deep that they won't take action immediately. They don't feel happy. Saints are also human beings.
Xin Zhuo asked: "So?"
"So, naturally I'll give you a ride. It's better for you, Xin Zhuo, not to live."
Mr. Dongfang waved his sleeves and said murderous words as if he was talking about insignificant household matters: "The things that happened in the autumn palace in those years were just illusions between heaven and man, so don't mention them. But in this life, the woman around you should not be in trouble with me. Afterwards, I will If you had the intention to accept you as your disciple, you should not have killed so many Daluo disciples. Even my disciple Ling Gucheng was not spared. She has practiced hard for hundreds of years and has outstanding qualifications, extraordinary dexterity, and unlimited future. It is really a pity. Got it!"
The pressure dropped even more.
Master Mieling shook his head and sighed: "The poor nun cultivates the Buddhist practice of having no desires for heaven and man, which emphasizes being free from disasters, helplessness, and having no distracting thoughts. However, he cannot be as free and easy as Mr. Dongfang. Therefore, Xin Zhuo, today the poor nun can only have If you disobey the Buddha's teachings and start killing, you will be sent to hell, and you will be punished by the Buddha one day!"
As he spoke, he clicked his finger. This finger was not a killing move, but a strong aura and coercion, with a trace of the original power that could destroy everything.
When a saint kills, he only destroys and does not torture. Isn't this a kind of abuse?
"boom--"
The cracks in the ground beneath Xin Zhuo became even larger and spread in all directions. The "creak" sound was like a sacred mountain exploding.
Countless warriors from all directions looked in horror. If it had been them, their bones would have shattered into pieces and turned into a pile of broken bones.
However, at this moment, Xin Zhuo was bleeding from all his orifices and his long hair was flying, but he still stood with his head held high and his expression was natural. He just stretched out one hand in a make-up gesture, and no one knew what he was doing.
"Don't try to resist, it's useless!"
The soul-killing master's face showed a light of compassion, "One finger of the quasi-sage can match your five hundred years of cultivation. Even if you work hard to support it, it will only damage your foundation. I'm afraid you will end up even worse than the original Qiugong Pavilion." Unfortunately, I know that you have miraculous self-recovery ability, but in the face of the saint's magical power, it doesn't work!"
As he spoke, he clicked his finger again, shining brightly like light, showing off dazzlingly.
"boom!"
Xin Zhuo's body was half submerged into the ground, but he still did not bend down, and even had a smile on his face.
He suddenly discovered that the pressure of the quasi-sage was not unsolvable. With the blessing of the ancient Qi in the moon-watching bag, more than half of it could be relieved, and the remaining half actually played a role in tempering the body.
You must know that for a warrior to break through the realm of cultivation, he needs to retreat in a special place that requires extreme pressure. If he continues like this, he will not be able to enter the realm of the five declines of heaven and man, and he is afraid... he will break through.
And at this moment, he has already felt the influence of Feng Luoyuan, the girl from the ancient tribe, at Wangyuejing. There are living things in the seven terrifying embryonic stones, which are comparable to the god-level true source!
As long as you grab it, you should be able to break the situation...
"Xin Zhuo is truly a man of unparalleled endurance!"
A large number of warriors from all directions expressed their sincere emotions.
The spirit slayer master observed Xin Zhuo's changes too carefully, and his face changed slightly. Not even a person with the Five Declines of Heaven and Human could bear such pressure, let alone a mere Hunyuan Xu rear state.
"Why do you have to persist so hard!"
Mr. Dongfang sighed softly, "Xin Zhuo! Today, you have no hope. Your pride and your resourcefulness have no hope in the face of the absolute power of the quasi-sage! There is no need to imagine that you can leave safely by provoking the power of the quasi-sage. No one here can save you!
Hunyuanxu is the pinnacle of your realm in this life. You have no hope of entering the five declines of heaven and humans. Even if you enter the five declines of heaven and humans, you will not be able to survive two hundred years of suffering. Your foundation is weak and you have no background. Today... Angelica Hell! "
He stretched out his hand and clicked a finger, a thousand-layered finger, like the power of heaven, even the warriors surrounded by darkness felt endless despair.
"stop!"
"stop!"
"stop!"
The three figures carried a majestic momentum and blocked Mr. Dongfang's blow.
Zhe Feiyan, Han Jiulang and Qingxuan.
"this……"
The tens of thousands of warriors gathered from all directions could not help but be shocked. Da Luo and the quasi-sages of the Bauhinia Holy Land wanted to kill Xin Zhuo. Why did Saint Taichong, Marshal Jiu Sihai and Saint Lady of Bei Hades block him?
"hehe……"
Mr. Dongfang seemed to have expected it, and did not find it strange at all. He stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Are you three still remembering the feelings of the past? You need to know the rules of the mirror flower and the moon. If you remember the past, evil thoughts will be everywhere, and all your cultivation will be like falling flowers and flowing water. , even if you can fend off your inner demons, the punishment from the elders in your family afterwards will be enough to send you into a place of eternal damnation!"
(End of chapter)
