Around Xiaoding, the void cracked, as if he couldn't withstand the power of Xiaoding's awakening, Uncle Tai held Xiaoding quietly, facing the long river of years in front of him, no, it should be said that it was the stream of years, and smashed it down.

Clang!

"Ah......h

Like a bamboo, Tai Shujing's Xiaoding directly smashed the old sage's years stream, only to see that the law long sword in the old sage's hand broke inch by inch, and turned into two laws again.

And Uncle Jing's Xiaoding also smashed directly on the old sage's head, smashing the old sage away, and spilling a trace of crystal blood in the air, or the blood of the sage.

This trace of saint blood spilled into the sky, directly pierced through the space, flowed into the depths of the void, and fell into the abyss in the depths of the void.

This is the terrible thing about the blood of a saint, even space can't bear it, if it drips to the earth, such a drop of saint's blood is enough to melt a mountain, and the water will evaporate in an instant.

If it is splashed on an ordinary cultivator, it will explode on the spot, and you will definitely die.

Looking at the sage's blood shining with red glow on Xiao Dingding's body, Uncle Tai grinned quietly, let you hold it up, you can't kill you.

Buzzing!

The soldier soul in Xiao Ding was excited, and he saw a trace of purple light appear on Ding's body, and then devoured the blood of the saint stained on it, and there was nothing at all.

"You're also excited, it's good to keep you full today. ”

Feeling Xiao Ding's excitement, Uncle Tai laughed loudly, looked at the old sage who stopped in the distance, his eyes flashed with a killing light, since he was an enemy, he only divided life and death.

The old saint in the distance, I saw that the corners of his forehead were broken, and the crystal blood of the saint flowed out, dripping down his cheeks and falling on the robe, revealing a little embarrassment.

The old sage looked at the red on his chest, and was a little incredulous, he hadn't been injured for a long time, and this time someone had made a cut on his forehead.

And the person who hurt him was just a teenager.

Tan Lao looked at Uncle Jing's young and excessively young face, and couldn't help but have a kind of remorse in his heart, provoking such a peerless heavenly pride, not to mention the second son behind him, he would definitely die, and the eldest son, even if he had a divine body, it was difficult to compare.

provoked such an immortal enemy, Tan Lao felt sad for his eldest son.

"Old man, I don't have time to hurt you, your three moves have passed, I also have a move, you then try it, if you don't die, I will still use the tripod to smash you to death, if you die, that's just right, save me effort." ”

Walking towards the old sage step by step, Uncle Tai looked at him with a smile, saying careless words, but it was full of Ling Ran's killing intent, which made this void a little colder, stepping through the gloom of autumn and stepping into the severe cold of winter.

The old sage didn't speak, just looked at Tai Shujing, he knew that Tai Shujing didn't tell a lie, Tai Shujing would definitely not let go of the enemy who provoked him, this is the feeling that Tai Shujing gave him.

"It turned out that we woke up the Grim Reaper. ”

muttered softly, and the old sage turned his hand and held a simple long sword, which was a weapon that had accompanied him in his cultivation to this day, from an ordinary spirit soldier to the current sage weapon, he couldn't remember how long it had been.

"Old man, take it, reincarnation, Sansheng Fist. ”

When the words fell, Tai Shujing held Xiao Ding in his right hand, his left hand was clenched into a fist, and the light of reincarnation bloomed above the fist, and faintly, a long river appeared in the void, which was Huangquan.

On the bank of the Huangquan River, a stone that is not very tall stands, like a figure looking at the other side of the Huangquan River, on which there are two ancient characters of three lives flickering faintly.

The hazy vision came out with Uncle Taijing's punch, like a real existence, and with that hazy fist light, it converged into a torrent and rushed towards the old sage.

"Mizuki World. ”

In the face of Uncle Taijing's attack, the old sage's hair stood on end, his eyes suddenly bloomed with divine light, his beard was windless, and the momentum of his whole body climbed to the extreme in an instant.

Facing the fist light, the old sage slashed out with a sword, unpretentious, without the foil of vision, only a sword that was extremely powerful, the laws of water and wood blended together, and a little light source bloomed from the blade of the sword, and an illusory small world was born.

The reincarnation of the fist light collided with this illusory little world, and the time of three breaths was stalemate.

Click!

I saw that the holy soldier sword in the old sage's hand exploded, and the hazy fist light carried a yellow spring river, and the Sansheng Stone floated in that fist light, directly penetrating the old sage's eyebrows.

"Alas. ”

With an old sigh, the light in the old sage's eyes gradually dissipated, and he looked at the young man in front of him, as if he saw a supreme rising up.

The old sage slowly closed his eyes, the true spirit in his divine court had been penetrated, and it was dissipating into spiritual light in the heavens and the earth, and the breath of reincarnation reminded the old sage of the past, a gentle woman, on the other side of the fence wall, smiling at him.

"No regrets. ”

As the old sage said the last two words of his life, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he slowly fell, and all his vitality was lost in an instant.

Looking at the corpse of the old saint floating in the void, Uncle Tai was silent for a moment, maybe this old man saw something really precious to him at the end.

"It seems that there is no way to get you full, but it is okay to go and take a sip. ”

Looking at the corpse of the old man, Tai Shu Jing had no hobby of whipping corpses, and threw the Xiao Ding in his hand, Xiao Ding stuck to the forehead of the old saint, swept away all the saint blood that flowed out, and sucked two mouthfuls of the saint blood in the old man's body, and saw that the corners of Tai Shujing's eyes twitched.

If this Xiao Ding's soldier soul transforms into a human form, I am afraid that he is a little fat man, and he has some potential as a foodie, Uncle Tai Jing stretched out his hand to recall Xiao Ding, he was afraid that if Xiao Ding stayed there again, he would really be unable to help but suck the old man's blood dry.

Buzzing!

Xiao Ding trembled twice, revealing a happy mood, since it exists as a weapon, after killing, drinking the blood of the enemy is the fastest way to make it evolve.

"In the future, when you take shape, I will have to turn you into a little fat man. ”

Looking at the small tripod in his hand, Uncle Tai said half-jokingly, but the soldier soul in the small tripod couldn't understand what he meant by the fat man.

A saint battle ended like this, making the young man in the distance from beginning to end cold, he never thought that Tan Lao would lose, it was a second-turn saint, and he actually lost to a seventh realm.

If it is spread out, no one will believe such a thing, and it is not that the emperor was born and competes in the world, how can ordinary Tianjiao people do such a thing.

"This can't be, this can't be!"

The young man stared at Tai Shujing deadly, his eyes were blood-red, he thought that the kid who could pinch him to death with one hand killed a saint in turn, and his heart was about to collapse.