The saint is also the martial artist of the holy realm, the saint is extraordinary, the supernatural power is vast, in a sense, it has gone beyond the category of the martial artist, as if they are the supreme power in this world.

Quasi-saint, although he has not yet truly established himself as a saint, has the power of a saint, has entered the Yuan pole of ten forests, communicates with heaven and earth, and cracks the sky and the earth with a wave of his fingertips.

Therefore, the arrival of the two quasi-saints, even if they did not deliberately display their own momentum, was enough to make the entire holy city tremble, and all the warriors bowed and worshipped, even the holy sons and saints of the major holy lands had to bow their heads and bow their hands to show respect.

At this moment, within a radius of several miles from the fork in the Holy Street, only Xin Zhuo was standing alone.

He looked up at the two "True Qi Clouds", two people sat on the clouds, and on the left was an old man with a white beard and white hair, clear and clear, full of Confucianism, and even with some kindness on his face.

On the right is an old nun wearing a brocade robe, the Buddhist characters on the monk's hat are dazzling, her face is a little thin, her chin is also a little sharp, and her expression is full of compassion.

Back then, Mr. Dongfang of the Autumn Palace Pavilion and the Soul Exterminator of the Suigetsu Nunnery were still the same person, but no matter the momentum and expression, they had completely changed their appearance, and this "appearance" was self-confidence, because they had great power and were eclectic.

They stood high above the clouds, condescending, looking at Xin Zhuo, and there was no hatred, gloom, questioning, or coldness as they imagined, but just calm as a pool of stagnant water.

After all, in their eyes, this is just an ant, just like the little thief at the beginning, and there is no change between them.

"Did you really guess we'd come?"

The soul destroyer spoke too gently, like the meaning of the elders asking the juniors, but the coercion of the quasi-saint slowly pressed down.

Xin Zhuo only felt that his body sank, and then his bones rattled, and it was difficult to walk, but he didn't mind and said: "It's not difficult to guess, the Sage Thousand Thoughts must also be missed, Mr. Dongfang's breath, I have encountered it in the forbidden land of Da Luo Dayan, and I have also tried it in the Xuantian Sword Sect!"

Soul ...... His Holiness? Your breath has never been in contact with you, but in Rushan, I have been in contact with your subordinates, the two of you observed me from afar, and asked Jia Wuxing to invite, as long as it is not a pig's head, they all know that they have arrived! ”

"Hehe......"

Mr. Dongfang said with a smile: "You don't have to think very highly of yourself, how can we come here in person for a junior like you, just just at the right time, knowing that you are here, looking for you."

The aura of the quasi-saint also slowly pressed.

"Smack!"

The ground under Xin Zhuo's feet suddenly cracked, and his body was as if he was carrying a 10,000-zhang high mountain, and it was difficult to move a bit, but a smile appeared on his face.

The first step is to bet right, these two people have too deep grievances with themselves in "Mirror Flowers and Water Moon", and there are disciples who die in their own hands in this "life", it is said that it is not too much to kill immediately, and they will definitely not be spared, but it is because the grievances are too deep that they will not do it at the first time, there is no sense of coolness, and saints are also people.

Xin Zhuo asked, "So what?"

"So, naturally, it's to give you a ride, and it's better for you Xin Zhuo not to live."

Mr. Dongfang waved his sleeves, and the murderous words seemed to be talking about inconsequential household matters: "The affairs of the autumn palace in those years, but the illusion of heaven and man, don't mention it, in this life, the woman next to you should not be embarrassed by the old man, and afterwards the old man has the heart to accept you as a disciple, you should not kill so many Da Luo disciples, even my disciple Ling Gucheng has not been spared, she has been practicing for hundreds of years, her qualifications are outstanding, her spirit is extraordinary, and her future is limitless, it is really a pity!"

More pressure was lowered.

The soul exterminator shook his head and sighed: "The poor nun cultivates the Buddha without desire, pays attention to a disaster-free helplessness, and has no distracting thoughts, but he can't be as free and easy as Mr. Dongfang, so, Xin Zhuo, today the poor nun can only go against the Buddha's teachings, open the killing ring, and send you to hell, and he will confess like the Buddha one day!"

As he spoke, he nodded a finger, this finger was not a killing move, but a strong momentum and coercion, with a trace of the original power that could destroy everything.

Isn't it a kind of abuse for a sage to kill, only destroy, not to kill?

"Bang-"

The ground beneath Xin Zhuo cracked even wider, spreading in all directions, and the sound of "creaking" was like the explosion of the Holy Mountain.

Countless warriors from all directions looked at them in horror, if they were replaced, they were afraid that now the bones of the whole body would be shattered and become a pile of broken flesh and bones.

However, at this moment, Xin Zhuo, bleeding from his seven orifices and his long hair flying, was still standing with his head held high, his expression was natural, but he just stretched out a hand and made a false scratch, and no one knew what he was doing.

"Don't try to resist, it's useless!"

The soul exterminator had a light of compassion on his face, "The quasi-saint finger can be worth your five hundred years of cultivation, even if you work hard to support it, it will only hurt the foundation in vain, I am afraid that the end will be worse than the original Autumn Palace Pavilion, poor nuns know that you have a magical self-recovery ability, but in front of the saint's supernatural powers, it will not work!" ”

As he spoke, he clicked his finger again, shining as light and showing off.

"Bang!"

Xin Zhuo half of his body sank into the ground, but he still didn't bend down, and even had a little smile on his face.

He suddenly found that the pressure of this quasi-saint was not unsolvable, and with the blessing of the primeval true qi in the Mochizuki bag, he could remove more than half, and the remaining small half actually played a role in refining his physique.

You must know that a martial artist breaking through the realm of cultivation is a special place retreat that requires extreme pressure, and if he continues like this, he will not be able to enter the realm of heaven and man and the five decays, I am afraid that it will be ...... It's going to break through.

And at this moment, he had already felt the Moon Well from the ancient clan's girl Feng Luo Kite, and there were living creatures in the seven terrifying embryos, comparable to a god-level true source!

As long as you grab it, you should be able to break the game......

"Xin Zhuo is really unparalleled in endurance!"

A large number of warriors from all directions sighed sincerely.

The soul exterminator observed Xin Zhuo's changes too carefully, and his face changed slightly, such pressure, not to mention the only Hun Yuan Void Realm, even the perfection of the five decays of heaven and man could not withstand it.

"Why do you have to hold on!"

Mr. Dongfang sighed lightly, "Xin Zhuo! Today, you have no hope, your pride, your resourcefulness, no hope in the face of absolute quasi-holy power! There is no need to fantasize about provoking the power of the quasi-saint and leaving safely, no one here can save you!

Hun Yuan Xu, is the peak of your realm in this life, you have no hope of entering the five decays of heaven and man, that is, you have entered the five decays of heaven and man, two hundred years of suffering, you can't get through, your foundation is weak, there is no background, today...... Angelica Yellow Spring! ”

Stretching out his hand and clicking on a finger, a finger at a thousand layers, like a heavenly might, even the warriors who were pressed by the black around him felt endless despair.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

The three figures were wrapped in majestic momentum, blocking Mr. Dongfang's blow.

Zhi Feiyan, Han Jiulang and Qing Xuan.

"This ......"

The tens of thousands of warriors gathered in all directions at this moment couldn't help but be surprised, Da Luo and the quasi-saints of the Bauhinia Holy Land wanted to kill Xin Zhuo, why would the Taichong Holy Maiden, the Marshal of Jiu Sihai and the Holy Maiden of the Northern Hades Mansion stop it?

"Hehe......"

Mr. Dongfang seemed to have expected it, and he didn't feel strange at all, so he smiled and said, "Don't the three of you still remember the love of the year?" You need to know the rules of this mirror. If you remember back then, there were many demonic thoughts, and all cultivation would be like falling flowers, even if you can block the demons in your heart, and the elders in the family will punish you afterwards, it will be enough to send you into a place of no return! ”

(End of chapter)