This place of ruins is extremely mysterious, and at this moment, Kunpeng killed Xuantian, but he did not leave immediately.

"Immortal Venerable, your strength is really, too strong!"

Qingteng Daoren was a little excited, he witnessed the whole process of Kunpeng killing Xuantian, and his calm attitude made him feel extremely shocked.

Xuantian's strength, in Qingteng's opinion, is enough to easily kill himself, but even such a strong Xuantian is not at all inferior to Kunpeng!

Ziwei Xingjun also nodded on the side, he was also completely shocked by Kunpeng's powerful strength.

The same quasi-holy realm, the gap between each other, but as far away as heaven and earth.

Kunpeng was in a good mood, and listening to their words was very pleasant.

However, at this moment, a heavy force suddenly descended on Kunpeng, making his face change suddenly.

"Is this, a fateful shift?"

Kunpeng's face was gloomy, and there was no trace of joy.

Just now, Kunpeng Ancestor clearly felt that a force of fate was blessed on his body.

Xuantian, the future generations need to be used to mend the sky, but now, the Kunpeng Ancestor killed him, and the fate of mending the sky should have been looking for another opportunity, but now it has fallen on Kunpeng's body by mistake!

Kunpeng Ancestor felt helpless for a while, but he didn't know that the reason why this fateful power would fall on him was because there was a supreme powerhouse in the secret who made a move and guided the choice of the Heavenly Dao.

Even the Dao of Heaven can be guided, who will this strong supreme be?

However, Kunpeng didn't know these means and calculations, he only thought that it was the transfer of cause and effect, the choice of fate.

After all, Xuantian was killed by Kunpeng, and he inherited Xuantian's fate, which is completely reasonable and reasonable.

This cause and effect was something that Kunpeng didn't expect at all, so now he also felt a little unexpected.

"It doesn't seem to be all bad, and it doesn't matter if I preach the heavens, as long as I succeed in preaching, it's not too late to talk about the things that support the heavens in the future!"

Kunpeng Ancestor quickly analyzed the situation in front of him, the Xuan Turtle held up the sky, which was a catastrophe for the Xuan Turtle Ancestor, but not for Kunpeng.

Kunpeng will be strong at that time, and he can take on this task, and even find a suitable replacement to support the world instead of himself.

After thinking it through, Kunpeng put this matter aside for the time being, after all, he has now obtained the body of the Open Heaven Water Spirit, as long as he cuts out the third corpse, the next step is to unite the three corpses and become holy!

Now Kunpeng also understands that it is very difficult to prove the Tao with strength, and without great perseverance, it is impossible to do it.

Kunpeng Ancestor has been working hard all these years, and with the help of the Black Gourd of Biological Creation, his physical body has only been raised to the realm of the early stage of quasi-sainthood.

Compared to the Wu Clan, they were born to follow the path of enlightenment with strength, but now it is extremely difficult for them to even break through to the quasi-saint.

Kunpeng Ancestor knew that it was difficult to prove the Tao with strength, but he didn't give up, but now Kunpeng had to think about protecting himself first, and then he could slowly figure it out.

In Kunpeng's memory, the other Heavenly Dao Saints, not all of them had cut out three corpses.

For example, that Nuwa Niangniang, she only cut out the good corpse and the evil corpse, and then directly relied on the power of infinite merit and the help of Hongmeng Purple Qi to succeed in the Tao in one fell swoop.

In other words, in the case of not being able to cut out the third corpse, Nuwa Niangniang can also preach quickly.

But Kunpeng was unwilling to take this path, and he still couldn't accept the choice of becoming a puppet of the Heavenly Dao.

Therefore, for Hongmeng purple gas, Kunpeng has always been very conflicted.

If you use Hongmeng Purple Qi, then let yourself be under the Heavenly Dao, and if you don't use Hongmeng Purple Qi, it will be extremely difficult for Kunpeng to preach the Dao.

This made Kunpeng in a dilemma, so he finally decided that he would never use Hongmeng Purple Qi as a last resort, he wanted to rely on himself to preach!

At the very least, you have to fight hard, and if you really fail, think about anything else.

Packed up the slightly cumbersome thoughts, this transfer of cause and effect really caught Kunpeng's plan off guard.

While the Kunpeng Ancestor was pondering, in this sea of ruins, there was an abnormal change again.

When Xuantian and Kunpeng fought before, a large amount of divine blood was scattered into the seawater.

Xuantian's blood contained a lot of vitality, which was incompatible with this place of ruins, but now, those blood seemed to be flowing in a unified direction.

"Immortal Venerable, it seems a little strange here!"

Qingteng Daoist hurriedly reminded Kunpeng, Kunpeng had been in a daze since just now, and now as soon as Qingteng Daoren reminded him, he came to his senses.

Seeing that the blood-red sea water was constantly converging in one direction, Kunpeng naturally found something unusual in it.

"Let's take a look!"

The water pressure in this place of ruins is extremely strong, and the water here is almost always still, but the blood is flowing rapidly.

Kunpeng is a master of art, and he should go in the direction of blood flow first.

Ziwei Xingjun and Qingteng Daoren followed, and they walked all the way, and soon appeared in a strange water.

In this boundless sea of ruins, a huge island is suspended in the depths of the sea.

The island was like a monster of the deep sea, suspended quietly in the depths of the water.

Xuantian Daojun's blood was channeled into this island, and after Kunpeng came here, he quickly discovered the situation on this island.

Many huge Xuanwu were silent, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep, perhaps cultivating.

These Xuanwu just stayed quietly on the island, and there was not even a simple protective formation around.

Obviously, in the depths of this ruined land, there will be no foreign creatures coming all year round, which is why they let their guard down so much.

Kunpeng glanced at it briefly, he didn't care at all, and directly chased the blood flow.

In the center of that island, a towering sacred peak stands out.

The mountain is tens of thousands of feet high, but it is still completely submerged by the sea.

"Those essence and blood have all gathered in this sacred mountain!"

Kunpeng and Ziwei Xingjun communicated, and the three great powers stepped directly into the sacred mountain.

There was also a dead silence in the mountain, except that halfway up the mountainside, a stone cave appeared before them.

At this time, a large amount of essence blood still poured in and was absorbed into the cave.

Streams of bright red light emanated from the stone cave, as if there was some powerful existence inside, making Kunpeng and them feel a huge oppressive force.

Kunpeng hurriedly probed with the power of the primordial spirit, but a stunned expression appeared on his face.

This cave that is so close at hand cannot be explored with the power of the primordial gods, what is there in it? It can be so mysterious!

"Looks like we'll just have to go in and find out!"

Kunpeng greeted and walked forward.