In just a few words, the face of the Zhun Ti saint turned dark?

It seems that this secret must not be simple.

The Fusiliers looked at him and smiled.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you so angry that you want to kill me?"

"Do you have the guts?"

"As long as you dare to make a move, I can afford you."

The chest of the Zhun Ti saint was wheezing.

But in the end, he still stood there.

"I'll tell you the truth, it's useless for you to stop me now."

"Those saints in the East, I'm waiting for this news."

"They want to hear it, too, what the hell is going on?"

"If you dare to do it before, give it a try."

"Let's see if your attack can land on me."

"You don't need to make a move from Tianji Tower at all, those saints in the east will stop you."

The mockery in his tone became much more powerful.

After saying this, the world was silent.

After all, he's right.

The four saints of the East are all paying attention to this.

They all listened carefully to his words.

For countless years, the saints have rarely traveled around the desolate world.

What is the reason for this?

Looking at the Zhun Ti sage whose face turned the color of pig liver.

Everyone was interested.

This is definitely a shocking secret.

The leader of the Terran clan, the Suiren clan, was in an extremely comfortable mood at this time.

What about saints?

The Zhun Ti saint is the first.

After the other saints, who provoke the human race.

Surely they will not be merciful.

At this point, he finally spoke again.

"In those days, we brought saints to sanctification."

"Forty-eight grand aspirations have been issued one after another on the land of the West."

"Then I'm curious, how many of these 48 great wishes have you completed?"

Heard the Suiren question.

The face of the Zhun Ti saint was so gloomy that it could drip water.

Staring at the Fusiliers.

The body trembled at this moment.

The endless resentment and murderous aura on his body were revealed.

But he still stood there after all.

He really can't do it right now.

I'm afraid that he will make a move.

will have a complete fight with those saints.

If this is the case, he will not have a chance to set foot in the East again in the future.

It is also possible to lead people from Tianji Tower.

Then will it be the real catastrophe.

If it weren't for the power of these saints.

He could kill them with a wave of his hand.

It's just that he really can't make a move now.

The eyes are about to burst into flames.

But there is nothing to be done.

This moment.

He finally realized what Kong Xuan's experience was.

After the leader of the Terrans, the Suiren clan, whetted everyone's appetite.

Only then did he speak leisurely.

"Back then, the two of you saw the saints of the East become holy one after another."

"It's just urgent."

"So he followed the example and founded the Western Church, hoping to achieve the status of a saint in this way."

"However, your merits are really pitiful, and the establishment of Western religions is not enough to sanctify you."

"In the face of such an extremely difficult situation, it is also a bit bold to receive a saint."

"I actually made 48 grand wishes one after another."

"We must use our own way to transform the living beings in the world for good."

"Transform the peace of the creatures of the world, and the joy of the creatures of the world........."

"Such a great wish led the saints to make 48 great wishes one after another."

"This is the merit of the 18th National Aspiration, as well as the merit of one's own achievement of Western Religion, so that he can barely become a saint."

"Isn't that either?"

It speaks for itself.

All the beings in the desolation nodded.

Because what the Terran leader said was not wrong at all.

This is the process of sanctifying the saints and leading the saints.

The two saints in the West saw that several people in the East were sanctified one after another.

The two of them immediately became anxious.

So the Western religion was established.

However, there is not much merit at all.

Under the pressure of desperation.

The saints were led to make 48 great vows one after another.

Eventual sanctification.

It's no secret either.

Everyone in the desolate world knows.

They are below the Suiren clan and the other Terran leaders.

See what the Terran leader is trying to say.

It was at this time that the Terran leader finally spoke again.

"But how many creatures are there in the desolate world?"

"How can it be done in a while?"

"These 48 great aspirations are to exchange great wishes for merit and to become a saint."

"To put it bluntly, it's bragging, an IOU, and you can't finish it at all."

"You can't fulfill a single wish."

There is nothing wrong with that.

No matter how hard the two Western saints work.

They couldn't fulfill one of these 48 great aspirations.

Not to mention the 48 such ambitions.

The beings of the desolation heard the words of the leader of the human race.

Everyone knew it.

What the other party said is not wrong at all.

Although the saint made forty-eight great wishes.

But it's clearly hard to do.

How many beings are there?

To lead the saint to open his mouth is to transform the desolate creatures.

This is simply nonsense.

It's simply not up to the mark.

The leader of the Terran clan, the Suiren clan, smiled.

"The two of you have made forty-eight grand wishes, but I'm afraid that none of them have been completed so far, right?"

Hear the words of the Terran leader, the Suiren clan.

The face of the Zhun Ti saint turned black to the bottom of the pot.

It can be said that it is black and black.

Because what the leader of the Terran clan, the Suiren clan, said was exactly right.

Although they made 48 great wishes.

It's quite difficult to accomplish indeed.

It's something that can't be helped.

The Fusiliers sneered.

"For a long time, the leading saints have always owed a lot of merits to the Heavenly Dao."

"But he couldn't keep his promise."

"Therefore, the realm of the saint himself who is receiving the saint himself is also quite unstable, and there is a danger of falling below it at any time."

"You say, I'm not talking about it?"

The words of the Suiren clan had just fallen, and all the beings in the desolation were in an uproar.

No one thought that there would be such a thing.

The first saint of the West.

Is there a risk of falling below the realm at any time?

This is really unexpected.

This is also something that no one expected.

The sentient beings of the desolation only knew that the leading saint was secretive.

I only know that the saint is extremely low-key on weekdays.

Hardly ever walk around the desolate world.

Even if it did, it would be a short time to go back.

I've always lived in the Western Elysium.

I didn't expect there to be such a risk.

This is really unexpected.

And so it goes.

Isn't the West miserable to the extreme?

It was difficult for the mighty saint to move around the desolate world.

And this saint who can walk around the desolate world.

Among the saints of the flood wilderness, the ranking is relatively low.

It's really gloomy.

An incomparably barren land.

Finally, two saints appeared.

One didn't dare to move around at will.

The other one is weak.

It's really pitiful.