"Isn't your little junior brother here yet?"

Han Jiangxue stood on top of a jade boat and asked Ye Pianjiao beside him.

"Little junior brother, he ...... Don't come. ”

Ye Pian muttered, she thought that even if the little junior brother had bad luck, she thought of something.

It may also cost as much as Joan of Arc in the air, she admits that she is selfish, and if anyone can lead Jiuxiao through the disaster, then anyone can do it.

As long as the little junior brother can be well, she will be at ease.

"Alas, you know your little junior brother best, how could he not come for this kind of thing."

Han Jiangxue sighed, looked into the distance, and said, "Look, he's here." ”

Ye Pianjiao turned his head to look and found that Zhang Xuansheng was strolling among the sea of people.

At this time, Zhang Xuansheng was dressed in cloth clothes, wearing the Zixiao Sword at his waist, and walked calmly with the sea of people.

There are either insane people around, or people who bow down and pray.

Only he had a clear expression and a calm gaze, like a passer-by in the red dust, and like a flat boat in the frenzy.

The strange thing is that Zhang Xuansheng did not use his mana to push the crowd away, but in the extremely crowded crowd, he shuttled freely, and no one could touch the corner of his clothes.

As he walked, his figure gradually became illusory, as if he had melted into the crowd and as if he had melted into heaven and earth.

"Is that Brother Xuansheng?"

"Why did Senior Brother Xuansheng disappear again?"

noticed that Zhang Xuansheng's relatives and friends showed puzzled expressions, not knowing what he wanted to do.

At this time, in the air.

After the power of faith was infused, the divinity in Joan of Arc seemed to be stronger.

She could feel that in a quarter of an hour, the unknown god would come completely.

There is no need to seal the crack again, nor to defeat the inexplicable existence behind it, but only to cut off the connection between the Nine Heavens World and that world, and exile to the Ten Thousand Worlds, and from then on, it will be safe.

It's coming, it's coming.

That surging power was injected into her body, and she felt as if she had truly become an omnipotent god at this moment.

But in the next moment, she felt her consciousness gradually blur.

She knew that this was a precursor to success.

Her true spirit was about to fade, and in her place was the true god who had accepted the deal.

She used her last strength to look back and see the world again, to engrave it in her soul, to pay tribute to the good times she had spent.

It's a pity, if we can see each other again...... That unlucky bastard would be fine.

Her vision gradually dimmed, and in the last trance, her consciousness was awake for a moment.

Her eyes widened, thinking she was hallucinating.

Is this the mercy of the true God?

Let me see the projection in my heart at the last moment?

That peerless fairy face appeared in front of her eyes, but she was curious, he in her memory had never worn a cloth coat?

In the next breath, in the shocked gaze of the people of the Divine Kingdom, Zhang Xuansheng grabbed Joan of Arc's slender waist, and the holy light that descended from the void seemed to have been cut off by an invisible blade, and all of them were extinguished.

Joan of Arc's consciousness gradually returned to his body, looking at Zhang Xuansheng's face, thinking that he was dreaming.

"You're here to save the world, who's going to save you?"

Zhang Xuansheng asked lightly.

There was also a commotion in the crowd below, because the holy light that had been shining on them before had disappeared, but when they looked up, they saw the real person of Xuansheng standing in the air.

"It's Xuansheng Zhenren here!"

"Great, with the saint of the West, we are saved!"

"But, why didn't Xuansheng Zhenren come out before?"

"Isn't it possible that Xuansheng Zhenren can't take that world?"

“……”

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and people with all kinds of ideas were coming.

But more people are still worried, some people see that it was Xuansheng Zhenren who interrupted the séance of the saint just now, and they are afraid that there will be other changes in the future.

"Meow, Aotian, Ben Meow bets with you that the boss definitely did it on purpose."

Qiuqiu lay on Long Aotian's head and said lazily, it seriously suspected that the boss's rescue was planned for a long time.

Also, boss, don't you know that your behavior will make some people jealous?

"I don't bet with you, Brother Qiu always lied to me."

Long Aotian shook his head and said.

Zhang Xuansheng in the air naturally didn't know that he was being slandered, and he didn't mean to make such a play, but after Li Ping'an set off, he rushed over at this time.

"You, let go of me, do you know what you just did!"

When Joan of Arc reacted, she broke free, her expression shifting from joy to horror.

The séance was interrupted, and her connection with the true God was somehow severed, and she could no longer pray for the ritual at this time.

"Why, if you can't save the world, will you let the believers down?"

Zhang Xuansheng smiled and said, also curious about the trace of power that he had just cut off.

He just tentatively slashed it, but he didn't expect it to be cut off like that.

It was not so much that it was cut off by itself, but that it was disconnected by itself before his sword qi arrived, and he was actually cut off.

"They're all going to die, everyone is going to die!"

Joan of Arc looked a little anxious, but no matter what, she couldn't contact the gods anymore.

The crowd below also seemed to realize what was happening, and looking at Joan of Arc's flustered appearance, they knew that something was wrong with the séance.

"No, no one will die."

Zhang Xuansheng comforted lightly, and then pushed Joan of Arc down.

Joan of Arc, who had lost the power of the gods, felt that a sharp force erupted from Zhang Xuansheng's body, pressing her straight down, but she was powerless to resist.

Zhang Xuansheng turned his head, no longer looking at the falling Joan of Arc, nor at the crowded and panicked crowd below.

Instead, he looked at the place where the void collapsed and the fragments were annihilated because it gradually opened, the world behind the cracks.

He remembered the story that Longgu's predecessors had told him.

When the ultimate horror that cannot be seen directly comes, will everything be reduced to nothingness?

Really?

Let me take a look.

"Click-"

With a chilling sound, the crack grew even bigger, and if it was a mouth, it would have been enough to show the front teeth at this time.

Zhang Xuansheng stood in the sky, his clothes fluttering, holding the hilt of the Zixiao Sword with one hand, he was not shocked everywhere, and his demeanor was peerless.

As if it had broken through some kind of critical point, a roar came from the crack, and in just a few breaths, it opened and rolled round, and a huge hole appeared in front of the Nine Heavens World.

And Zhang Xuansheng and the creatures of the Nine Heavens World finally saw clearly the mysterious and strange creatures behind the huge hollow.

Green saliva dripped, forming a heavy rain like an annihilation, falling towards the Nine Heavens World.

Despite the mist, Zhang Xuansheng could vaguely distinguish that it was a monitor lizard whose size could not be estimated.