The five saints fell, and the avenues intertwined and hovered above the starry sky.

In the sky, a beam of light the size of the bowl fell.

The flood is staggered and reversed, dark clouds and auspicious clouds converge, and the roaring thunder resounds throughout the world.

Colorful divine light converged directly above, and the avenues circled and intertwined.

The light converges wirelessly, and above it, the light shines on the auspicious clouds, and is refracted with various divine lights.

The Avenue of Myths shines brighter and brighter around it.

This ray of light stretched across the universe and enveloped the entire heavens and the earth.

Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound from above.

Thundered.

Five thunders in a row, and the moment the thunder landed, the breath on the desolate stars changed.

The intricate avenues intertwined with each other, and the clouds in the sky immediately changed.

The oppressive breath came to the face, and the wind swept through the flood time.

Affected by the wind, in the universe, all the great gods and mythical immortals all operate the inner golden light to protect the body.

Call.

The wind was howling, and even though it was surrounded by the avenue, it was still possible to hear the sound of the breeze.

The wind and rain want to destroy it, this is a sign of heaven.

On the Pangu Temple, the two saints of Changxi Niangniang and Houtu Niangniang carefully stared at the appearance of heaven and earth.

The two saints were clothed with golden light, reflecting on the outside of the Netherworld, which played an obstructive role.

Avoid the Netherworld from being affected by wind and thunder.

A starry vision, an indescribable avenue appeared above the desolate world.

The halo is getting brighter and brighter.

Su Zi'an flew forward, and then sat cross-legged and sat down.

Slowly, the mythical avenue stained on Tsing Yi's body surrounded his side.

The Gate of Eternal Life hovers overhead.

The primordial spirit of the saint was placed in the heavenly dao, and the surrounding aura surged.

The saint was killed, and various visions appeared in the desolate world.

The first vision came.

The sky was full of blood-red raindrops, and the clouds in the sky turned red.

The rain of blood struck, enveloping the entire flood in an instant.

The Chaos Bead in Chang Xi Niangniang's hand. It's constantly changing.

His own breath was subconsciously released to resist the blood rain.

The Avenue of Myths haunted him.

The avenue keeps the blood rain at bay.

Netherworld is premised on compassion.

Hou Tu Niang Niang is on the right path.

Compassion for the common people, so that the aura displayed by the Netherworld is enough to oppress people.

If you let the compassion of heaven and the underworld be intertwined.

There is bound to be disruption.

"Compassion for all things, the will of God."

As soon as Hou Tu Niangniang said this, her eyes closed tightly.

Western Spirit Mountain.

The avenue of Dharma lingers on its outside, and all the Buddhas on the golden hall are looking outward.

Accompanied by the sound of Buddha, there was a sound of rain above.

Raindrops as red as blood washed and fell.

Heaven had mercy, and the incarnations of the five saints of Heaven were suppressed.

"Amitabha, Amitayus."

The Buddhas stood on top of the lotus flower, and their eyebrows and eyes were full of sorrowful screams from the rain of blood falling from the sky.

"The five saints of the Heavenly Dao, moving the heavens and the earth, our cultivators are all heartbroken, the young man in Tsing Yi will offend the wrath of the heavens, the wrath of the people, and the wrath of the gods."

An ethereal voice appeared above the Golden Temple.

Wan Zun Bodhisattva was indeed dissatisfied with Su Zi'an, but he couldn't do anything about it.

With the cultivation of saints, it was difficult for them to make a move against Su Zi'an.

The blood rain came down from above, and after it fell, it entered the Terran Kyushu.

The creatures of the desolation were hit by the rain of blood, and in an instant, it was as if their souls had been drained, and their faces were filled with tears.

In Jilei Mountain, the four demon gods have already detected everything that appeared in the desolate stars.

And the rain of blood in the sky came one after another.

Bai Ze roared, and instantly sat down.

"The rain of blood will make those who have not practiced sad, and the Taoist friends who are cultivating will be eroded by their hearts, and the grief is the impact of the Heavenly Dao thoughts."

See if the desolate creatures are still in the Heavenly Dao.

In other words, control.

Compassion on the saints, the saints have already preached.

Tens of thousands of demons gather here.

With the power of the four demon gods, plus the light of the little demons themselves, several rays of light converged and became one.

Bai Ze tried to see the appearance of the light point on the desolate star.

"Tsing Yi Immortal!"

It was Su Zi'an who settled at the point of light.

Su Zi'an didn't defend his body, and the Mythical Dao had already avoided all the actions that the disciples of the Five Saints and Sects wanted to do.

Anyone who has the intent to kill him will be killed directly.

Below the saint is the capital of the ants.

Even their master couldn't defeat Su Zi'an, let alone them.

The atmosphere of sadness rippled from the Terran Kyushu.

Above the starry sky, fourteen mythical immortals stand in the middle.

The mythical Dao fruits on the heads of the seven great gods are all circling.

Although there is golden light and avenue around them to protect their bodies, the proximity of the blood rain can make them feel painful.

The Queen Mother of the West stretched out her hand to touch the blood rain, and a tear couldn't help but appear in the corner of her eye.

Then, at the same time as the blood rain fell, a second anomaly appeared.

The saint falls, and the heavens and the earth mourn together.

There was a humming sound in the mountains and rivers, and the desolate world was like a hollow cry, and the mountains and rivers were moved.

The resulting shock caused the whole flood to shake.

The aura of sadness poured into the desolate world layer by layer.

The all-encompassing universe fell silent at this moment.

The sound of grief runs from top to bottom, throughout the mountains and rivers.

The stars were forced to dodge their positions, and the starry sky disappeared without a trace, more like it was covered by sadness.

Heaven and earth are sad, the sun and the moon change, and in one breath, hundreds of millions of overlaps have been completed.

Sadness, heavy sorrow.

Grief-stricken.

The desolate world turned gray.

Colors like ashes enveloped the entire wilderness.

The Daoist disciples under the saint's sect knelt down one after another.

Looking down from above the stars, the black press was kneeling to bid farewell to their master.

Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun Taoist disciple, Taiqing Laozi Taoist disciple, Nuwa Niangniang Taoist disciple. Kneeling down and clasping his head, he looked very religious.

"Alas."

The voices intertwined, echoing in the desolate world.

The saint was killed, but they were powerless as disciples, they couldn't punish the murderer and then quickly, the saint couldn't come back, and multiple sorrows were superimposed.

"Send the Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun to fall away."

"Send Nuwa Niangniang to fall."

"Present the Taiqing Laozi to fall away."

"Presenting the person who received the Dao has fallen."

"Present the Quasi-Messenger to the fall."

Count the light that instantly shrouded them.

This is the second vision from heaven.

In the earth fairy world, there is nothing but a mournful sound.

In Buddhism, the disciples of the Xuanmen Taoist system ignite the light with their own practice.

The light converged above his head.

Countless lights moved upwards like stars, and the starry sky swaggered the whole ancient.

Above the sky, the light below is reflected.

There was a cry of sorrow in the light.

Hundreds of millions of miles of sorrow, the clouds turned into dark clouds, and the dark clouds were torn apart.

Above the dark clouds, there is a dark shroud.

The sight weighed people were really out of breath.

Sun Wukong jumped his feet actively.

He pushed his mythical avenue to the outer edge, not wanting to be tainted by the sorrow of the heavens and the earth.

The same is true of the other thirteen Mythical Immortals.

Everyone worked together to run the avenue, the inner law was as solid as a rock, and the avenue stretched outward, blocking the sorrow.

They stood in the stars with expressionless faces.

The compassion of the seven great gods came to his ears.

Signs resurfaced in the sky, and the Heavenly Dao Vision reappeared.

A third vision followed.

The sky changed color, and the stars in the sky had no home.

The faltering stars seemed to fall.

The cry appeared instantly in the whole desolate world.

All things weep together!

The sound of weeping resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Just like induction, between heaven and earth, all living beings are full of compassion, and even this layer has been added to the mystical law.

Even the Grand Master of Xuandu left tears in his eyes.

The Buddhas of Lingshan accelerated the chanting of the Buddha's sound, and similarly, on the top of the golden hall, their Dharma images also shed tears.

In the West Heavenly Spirit Mountain, the golden light that surrounds it on the outside has been replaced by crying.

The recitation of the Dharma Sutra turns into the sound of weeping.

Without the blessings of the Buddha's voice and Dharma, the Buddha's light instantly weakened.

The entire Lingshan is more like an incense burner that has burned out.

The tears left by the ten thousand Buddhas on the top of the golden hall gathered together.

The tears condensed into a ball and flew straight to the very center of the place.

The Buddha wept, and compassion was endless.

The remaining tears fell on the lotus, and the tears disappeared, and the divine light reflected by the lotus flower became brighter and brighter.

As the bell rang, the balloon of water gathered from tears drifted outward under the support of the Dharma Avenue.

The golden light filled the outer side of the water ball until it dissipated on the Spirit Mountain.

In the desolate world, the immortals spontaneously screamed.

Tears wet the placket of the clothes, the cry was heartbreaking, and in the face of compassion, he stopped.

Compassion with heaven and earth.

Su Zi'an looked at everything that appeared in the heavens and the earth, and did not shake his determination to settle under the heavenly path in the slightest.

He will wait for the saint to appear again in the Heavenly Dao, and the saint will be born from the Heavenly Dao.

As long as the primordial spirit is still in the chaos, it will not disappear.

This is the cultivation of saints.

Endless.

The gate of eternal life above his head has not been touched for half a minute.

is also in the atmosphere of heavenly compassion, and the desolate creatures are all full of sorrow.

Miserable and miserable.

But when the seven great supernatural powers set their eyes on Su Zi'an, they were shocked by the appearance of the Tsing Yi Immortal in front of them.

Su Zi'an was not affected by the Triple Vision in the slightest.

Visions descend from the sky, saints fall, all things have compassion, rivers, lakes and seas have stopped rushing, only with a mournful illusion, and everything else is still.

On the other hand, Su Zi'an's breath was stable, and the blood rain couldn't get close to him for half a minute, and the Mythical Avenue had blocked him.

Even the corners of the mouth are slightly curved, which is disrespectful to the saint, blasphemy, and a manifestation of lawlessness.

"He's too arrogant!"

The prince of the east looked at Su Zi'an's approach and couldn't suppress the consternation in his heart.

After killing five saints, you can still sit like a bell!

Everything is crying, even if there are no tears, the mood is low.

I'm afraid that in the heaven and earth, only the Tsing Yi Immortal in front of him has such an expression.

He was the initiator.

Everything that appeared in the starry sky was also clearly explored by the Buddhas of the Western Spirit Mountain.

The sound of Buddha resounded in the golden wheel.

The sound of Buddha surrounded him, and every one came out.

Mixed with the sound of the Buddha, there is also the replacement of the rosemary practiced by the happy Buddha of male and female love.

The long-eared Dingguang Immortal spoke: "Tsing Yi Immortal's move, at the same time suppressed the five saints, the desolate creatures are all compassionate, how can he be so arrogant, is it possible, there is really no opponent between heaven and earth?" ”

Incomparably arrogant.

It's terrifying.

No one dared to approach the Tsing Yi Immortal.

Among the five saints, the guide and the quasi-guide are the predecessors of Buddhism.

As the descendants of the two saints, they should be angry that the saints were killed.

But he also dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

"Pick up the Taoist, the quasi-Taoist, woo hoo lament."

Reciting the Dharma names of the two is more like a kind of sacrifice.

The speed of recitation of Buddhist scriptures has accelerated, and the light of the Dharma has gradually weakened, and on the outside of the Dharma, the light of the Buddha is intertwined.

Fourteen mythical immortals stand on the top of the stars.

"The seniors are so strong."

The Dragon King of the East China Sea praised.

For the Gate of Eternal Life, or the secret technique of the Gate of Eternal Life, as a cultivator who follows Su Zi'an, he should be on Su Zi'an's side.

The Mythical Dao Fruit on his head trembled with the sound of his voice.

Of course, he was also immersed in the shock of Su Zi'an's killing of the saint.

"The seniors were not disturbed by the triple vision."

Sun Wukong's words were like a burst of thunder, directly slashing down on the stars of the wilderness.

The triple vision is the sorrow of the Heavenly Dao for the fall of the saint.

Everything is crying, and in Kyushu, those who were hit by the rain of blood seem to have suffered great grievances.

Their voices of compassion can be heard on the stars of the wilderness.

Sadness to the bone, heartache to the heart.

The river is raging.

The light that surrounds heaven and earth is getting weaker and weaker.

The mythical Dao fruit on the head of the seven great gods flickered and dimmed.

As a disciple of Taiqing Laozi, Master Xuandu has the greatest compassion.

The eyes are red, and it is really scary.

And the laws of his heart are unpredictable at this moment.

There have been tens of thousands of exchanges, changes in the laws, changes in the Great Dao, and changes in the aura around the Xuandu Archmage.

Guang Chengzi couldn't bear it, and Tsing Yi Immortal was like this in public.

Su Zi'an sat under the beam, and his appearance was really angry.

Grief and anger are intertwined, and Guangchengzi calms his own laws.

"The young man in Tsing Yi is so arrogant and arrogant."

Guang Chengzi's voice was cold, and he was the courage of a person who had attained the Tao.

Suspended above his head, this vast world, outside the vast world, is the mythical Dao fruit.

"You don't want to be rampant, the poor Dao is hot and says that you are allowed to do anything wrong between heaven and earth, this is the biggest disrespect in the cultivation, let the poor Dao ask for an explanation for the five saints."

Guang Chengzi's angry rebuke filled the entire flood wilderness.

West Tianling Mountain.

All the 10,000 Buddhas in the Golden Hall heard Guangchengzi's righteous and awe-inspiring words.

"It's not that Guangchengzi is going to do it."

Expectation, hope, and shock are vividly displayed at this moment.

However, none of the five saints were able to kill the young man in Tsing Yi, how could this be possible with just one great supernatural power.

"Let's see."

The golden light on Guang Chengzi, who was in the desolate stars, appeared.

Surrounded by thousands of avenues, he said again at this time: "Poor Dao wants to report this matter to Chaos, please Hongjun Dao people call the shots, and make decisions for the desolate creatures!" ”

A muddled voice grew more and more ethereal.

In the heaven and earth where the seven great divine powers are located, Guangchengzi has already left.

(End of chapter)