The 'Red Hydrangea' that broke through the chaos and struck down from above the thirty-three days with the power of wind and thunder was the spiritual treasure of the saint's enlightenment, and its power was indescribable. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at the many spiritual treasures in Xinhan, only this 'Qiankun Ding' can compete with it, and even the 'Immortal Heavenly Palace' is afraid that it is even worse.

Xin Han was also angry, the following is the only human tribe in the flood wilderness, if he is not careful this time, it will cause an irreparable situation.

He rose up directly, and when he reached the sky, before the red hydrangea fell, he copied a Qiankun Ding Ding, used the Ding as a hammer, and directly hit the smashed red hydrangea.

The thunderous sound of 'boom' reverberated from the place of impact throughout the wilderness.

The huge impact force made the space where Qiankun Ding and the red hydrangea intersected, and the space was shattered.

The red hydrangea flew back upside down at a speed that was not slower than when it came, breaking through the thirty-three days, straight into the chaos, flying into the Snail Palace, and falling into Nuwa's hands.

And Xin Han's condition is not good, the saint blows, how can it be so good.

Although he had the blue light and chaotic qi protection body of Qiankun Ding, he had no choice but to take the initiative to meet it and bear all the power of this saint's blow.

If he is the same saint as Nuwa at this time, then with the treasure in his hand, it will definitely be the former, but unfortunately he is not now, just the realm of beheading a corpse, no matter how strong he is, he can't compare to the power of a saint.

Using Qiankun Ding as a hammer, the moment the red hydrangea was blasted, Xin Han's upper limb bones were all shocked into powder, and his skin, which was comparable to the hardness of ordinary spiritual treasures, was shattered inch by inch, and countless golden blood splashed from all over his skin.

Xin Han felt like a smashed and burst tomato at this moment, as miserable as he wanted.

The broken body smashed to the ground at a rapid speed under the protection of Qiankun Ding.

But below are the few human races, the only remaining flame of hope, if he falls, the power he carries is estimated to be destroyed within a radius of thousands of miles, not to mention these cowardly human beings.

Xin Han did not faint, and a teleportation appeared hundreds of thousands of miles away, where there was a tribe with more than 100,000 demon clans surviving.

After Xin Han appeared directly, the power he carried on his body did not disappear, and he smashed directly into the center of the tribe.

Like the explosion of an ancient nuclear bomb, a huge mushroom cloud erupted from the center of the tribe and swept across the surrounding thousands of miles.

The power of this impact is that even the golden immortals can't withstand it, the patriarch and several clan elders are all in the early stage of Daluo, so when they noticed that something was wrong, they didn't have time to escape, and they only had time to sacrifice a few talismanic acquired spirit treasures.

But under this kind of power, those acquired spirit treasures shattered into slag without even holding up a few breaths, and these golden immortals didn't have time to do anything, so they were swept into that terrifying shock wave, and their bodies were shattered in an instant, and their souls were destroyed.

A demon tribe of more than 100,000 people was wiped out in this way.

For a while, in the desolation, all the creatures were terrified, and the quasi-saints all trembled with fear!

The saint was angry, the heavens and the earth changed color, the sun and the moon mourned together, and Nuwa's angry blow was directly borne by Xin Han, but this anger made the sentient beings feel the horror of what is called the power of the saint.

And as the heads of the two major races of the Flood Wilderness, Emperor Jun and Donghuang are in a completely different mood from the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Above the heavenly court, no demon clan felt sorry for the hundreds of thousands of demon tribes, and some were only happy at this time.

Demon Master Kunpeng said with admiration and admiration: "This is the saint, this is the power of the saint, unstoppable under one blow, and there are ants under the saint!" ”

His last sentence revealed the deep unwillingness in his heart.

Di Jun laughed and said: "Let that thief be rampant again, provoke the Heavenly Dao Saint of my demon clan, this time see if he will die!" ”

After he finished speaking, he turned to his younger brother Donghuang Taiyi: "Do you say that we should go and take a look, in case the thief dies, the Qiankun Ding, the Chaos Pearl, and the Xuanhuang Palace......

Kunpeng's eyes lit up when he heard this, on the thief's body, there are two treasures, and there is a Xuanhuang palace that is almost less than the treasure, if all of them are in hand this time, Emperor Jun and the Eastern Emperor are embarrassed to swallow it alone.

However, Donghuang Taiyi denied Di Jun's idea, and sighed: "Hongjun Daozu's disciple, and Daozu himself said that the thief will prove the Tao with his strength in the future, how long has it been since he said this, how can he die so easily, let's wait and see how it gets better!" ”

The demon clan was deflated by Xin Han and gloated at the sage's blow, but the Wu clan was different, what the twelve ancestors didn't care about was Xin Han's life or death, but the power of the sage's wrath.

Ancestor Wu Qiangliang swallowed and spitted: "Heavenly Dao Saint, it's really terrifying!" ”

Xuan Ming frowned slightly: "Compared to our Pangu true body, it is not much better!" ”

Hou Tu worried: "The power of the saint, in the immortal and immortal primordial god, this is exactly what our ancestors lack!" ”

"You say, if Pangu's real body fights with her, who will win and who will lose?" The corpse suddenly asked.

She naturally refers to Nuwa, but at this time, Nuwa has become a saint, and this name cannot be mentioned, otherwise it will be immediately induced when you mention it, and you will know what you discuss, and everyone will know it as soon as they move.

The other ancestral witches all knew who the corpse was talking about, and for a while, the ancestral witch's tent fell silent.

After a long time, Emperor Jun spoke: "If it is a short battle, our Pangu true body is not afraid of her, but after a long time, her primordial spirit is pinned on the void, the mana is endless, the primordial god is immortal and indestructible, and we will definitely be defeated!" ”

After saying this, all the ancestral witches sighed at the same time, and after a while, the Houtu ancestral witch suddenly spoke: "The enemy of the enemy can become a friend......

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In order to protect the few remaining human races, Xin Han completely withstood the blow of Nuwa's anger.

At this time, he was in a large pit thousands of meters deep and about hundreds of meters deep, and if later scientists came here, they would definitely say that it was the traces of a prehistoric meteorite fall.

But this big pit was really smashed out of Xin Han's body, and the power of wind and thunder carried on the red hydrangea and the power of Nuwa's casual blow were so easy to be removed.

Although there is a treasure Qiankun Ding, there is still a small part of Xin Han's body, and finally through him, it is applied to the desolate land.

Xin Han, who was already seriously injured, was hit hard again in the process of colliding with the ground, and at this time he was at the bottom of the pit, similar to a puddle of rotten meat.

If it weren't for the blue light and chaotic qi of Qiankun Ding, if it were shrouded, it would have fallen apart a long time ago.

"You know you're wrong!" A light cry came from the chaos, and all beings in the desolation could hear it, and it was the accountability of the saint.

Nuwa stood in the Snail Palace, staring at Xin Han in the pit through all obstacles, and asked again: "Do you know what is wrong!" ”

There were suddenly many people in the flood wilderness, showing a gloating expression, if Xin Han admitted his mistake at this time, even if he preached with his strength in the future, he would leave a stain, and it would inevitably be lower than Nuwa.

But if he doesn't admit his mistake, the wrath of the saint, the discolor of the heavens and the earth, how can he bear the wrath of this saint!

They are all waiting to see how this thing is understood, this mistake, the arrogant thief, admit it or not!

In the Wa Palace, Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun couldn't bear it, and they got up at the same time to persuade each other, but they were swept over by Nuwa's eyes, their souls were trembling, and they couldn't speak at all.

To say that although Xin Han's body is like rotten meat now, this face is not damaged at all, and he laboriously spits out a mouthful of bloody phlegm with golden blood: "Wrong...... Your uncle! ”

Everyone was stunned, he was going to carry it to the end!