In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun Old Ancestor smiled as he watched the departure of the few Great Divine Powers of the Flood Desolation who had become his disciples, and couldn't help but chuckle: "The next day of the lecture will be the time when I become holy!"

Speaking of this, the black-clothed existence after Pangu's 'exhaustion' and death suddenly appeared in his mind, and the earth-shattering slap made him, who had become a quasi-saint, feel a faint pain in his head until now.

When he thought of this, Hongjun Ancestor looked cold, and whispered: "On the day of my sanctification, it is the time of destruction!"

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves lightly and closed the door of Zixiao Palace with mysterious power.

But just when the red door was about to close, a sudden palpitation suddenly occupied the heart of Hongjun Ancestor.

In an instant, he stood up suddenly, and said with a look of surprise, "What's going on?"

As he spoke, he waved his sleeve and opened the door that was about to close again.

Then, the sky, as if stained with blood, suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Hongjun's old ancestor was stunned, and then staggered a few steps to the door in despair, but because he was frightened, he was tripped by himself, and he fell out of the door. 'Bang' lay on the jade ground outside the Zixiao Palace.

Originally, he looked at the few existences who were looking at the sky suddenly turning red with doubts, and after hearing the voice, he looked back, only to see that the Hongjun Ancestor, who was still in the Zixiao Palace just now, seemed to be crazy at this moment, shaking his head and muttering: "This is impossible...... It can't be ......"

After seeing this, the Tongtian Sect Master in the Three Qings subconsciously took a few steps forward to help Hongjun Ancestor up.

At this time, the rest of the great supernatural powers also reacted, and they all gathered around Hongjun Ancestor. Lao Tzu asked softly, "Teacher, but has something happened?"

Hongjun didn't reply, just shook his head and muttered, "Impossible...... How is this possible? How, how...... There will be ...... Sanctification!"

After hearing Hongjun Ancestor's words at first glance, Nuwa's face changed, Lao Tzu's expression was gloomy, the Tongtian Sect Leader looked contemplative, Zhun Ti looked at each other, and Yuan Shi Tianzun was surprised: "Someone has become holy?" Only the heartless Hongyun Ancestor smiled and waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll wait for the meeting and go to see it, so I can see the holy face!"

Although Hongjun Ancestor heard this, he didn't wait for him to react, but he saw an endless sky like a bloodstained sky, and suddenly thundered loudly, and then ...... Blood rains down from the sky!

"Whoa, whoa—"

This rain is the first rain after Pangu opened the sky!

Therefore, the wide coverage is enough to shock the past and the present!

Almost everywhere you can see the sky, blood rains down!

But the vision doesn't stop there......

The innate spiritual roots of the entire Flood Desolate Continent were all withered at this moment. When hundreds of millions of living beings saw this rain, they didn't know where the sorrow came from, and suddenly wailed and cried!

Then the earth cracked and the mountain shook!

The world's highest peak, the Buzhou Mountain, which supports the sky, is full of cracks under the watering of blood and rain!

It will collapse at any time!

Outside the Zixiao Palace, many powers, including Hongjun Ancestor, didn't know when, their faces were also full of tears, but they themselves didn't notice it, they just stared blankly at this rare blood rain!

I don't know how long it took, Hongjun Ancestor suddenly laughed miserably, and said: "What a scene of blood rain falling from the sky, what a picture of great compassion in heaven and earth!"

As soon as the words fell, all the Sanqing people were shocked, and they all said secretly: "Heaven and earth are compassionate, why is heaven and earth compassionate?"

As soon as they thought of this, on the ground and in the ocean of the Flood Desolate Continent, a blood-colored lotus flower suddenly bloomed, swirling and slowly floating, and after a while, it filled the heavens and the earth!

As far as the eye can see, there are blood lotuses everywhere!

After a while, these blood-colored lotus flowers passed through the thirty-three days and came to the outside of the Zixiao Palace, and continued to float upward.

Looking at this thrilling scene, Sanqing and the others seemed to finally understand something.

At this moment, Li Qing, who had been buried underground for tens of thousands of years, suddenly broke through the ground and came to the ground!

When his body was exposed to the heavens and the earth, the sun and the moon suddenly appeared, and then the entire desolate continent began to light and dark, the light and darkness flickered non-stop, and almost a few breaths changed!

This strange scene caused hundreds of millions of living beings to be stunned, and only the overwhelming blood-colored lotus flowers and the increasing blood rain were left in their eyes!

Li Qing slowly floated up in the face of the blood rain, and every time he floated, his body shrank by a point!

When he finally floated to the same height as the sun and the moon, his eyes that had been closed for a long time suddenly opened, and he saw that there was incomparably blood in them!

When the blood filled the world, Li Qing's expression was indifferent, and Sen Ran spoke:

"Heaven and earth are born, I have been born, and the Tao is still before Pangu!"

"Pangu sleeps soundly, and the magic of the god of war is boundless!"

"The six abandonment of the heavenly zombies, and the blood coffin shuttles to the heavens!"

"The heart of the ten thousand tribulations will not be extinguished, and it will be tormented for hundreds of millions of years!"

"Wash the lead and finally become holy, and the sky will rain blood and rain and the earth will swell lotus!"

"The blood covers the earth and covers the sky, and the catastrophe will not be extinguished, and the life will be the same day!"

"Shou Tongtian and Earth are not Liao, I am the first immortal in the ages!"

"I, zombie Li Qing, sanctified today!"

As soon as the words fell, his voice spread throughout the entire wilderness!

The blood-colored light that covered the world was also withdrawn by him.

Thirty-three days later, outside Zixiao Palace, after hearing these words, Hongjun Ancestor laughed miserably: "Heaven and earth are in great sorrow, zombies are sanctified!

After that, he shook his head and returned to Zixiao Palace with a miserable smile, leaving only Sanqing and the others looking at each other.

On the other side, on Wanshou Mountain, Zhen Yuanzi was standing outside, looking up at this rain of blood, and muttered with a blue face: "The sky shows a vision, the demon is in trouble, how can zombies be holy?"

With that, sigh.

Also at this moment, Li Qing, who already had the ability to observe and hear heaven and earth, heard Zhen Yuanzi's words, and immediately sneered, and said: "Those who insult the saint should be destroyed!"

The moment the words fell, Zhen Yuanzi, who had already walked to the temple, suddenly showed a look of horror on his face, and then muttered.

But before the voice could come out of his mouth, his body had been suppressed by the saint and pressed to annihilation!

At this point, Zhen Yuanzi has fallen!

After Li Qing sensed all this, he slowly raised his head and looked at Taiqing, who was outside the Zixiao Palace for thirty-three days. Then he raised his hand and pointed, and said: "I am now abolishing Erdala cultivation, and in the name of a saint, I will not be allowed to enter the world for ten thousand years!"

When the words fell, Taiqing, who was shaking his head and sighing lightly outside Zixiao Palace, suddenly changed his expression.

The next moment, his internal cultivation was completely wiped out, and before he could exclaim, he fell from the clouds.

At this time, Li Qing suddenly burst out laughing, and said loudly: "Slaughter Hongjun first and then destroy the sky, and three hundred years after the Journey to the West!"

With that, he leaned on the blood coffin and left this world......