In the ball of light held by the Daoist, there are many true spirits of the children of the Wu clan.

At this time, Pingxin Niangniang was still immersed in the sadness of the Wu clan's almost ruin, but these two old bald donkeys in the West wanted to take the true spirit of the Wu clan's sons as their own and become a Western child, how could she bear it?

Pingxin Niangniang's anger is not trivial, as soon as she stretches out her slender jade hand, the reincarnation pen jumps on it.

This is a superb innate spirit treasure.

Brush Brush Brush!

With the stroke, Ping Xin Niangniang wrote the word 'death' with a reincarnation pen in the air in front of her as quickly as possible.

Since becoming holy, Pingxin Niangniang has stepped into a new realm and level, comprehending the law and getting twice the result with half the effort, besides, in the underworld, every day is in contact with life and death.

Therefore, for the higher law of death, Ping Xin Niangniang has long understood the state of perfection.

Soon, as soon as this dead word was written, it seemed to have a spirit, and it was suppressed towards the quasi-Daoist and the Daoist.

"I can't help myself!"

The Quasi-Daoist snorted coldly, his eyes full of contempt.

He immediately took out the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and brushed towards Pingxin Niangniang.

Suddenly, the rainbow-colored streamer appeared, incomparably bright.

And that dead word is black, like a black hole, devouring everything, exterminating everything.

After a short time, the two exchanged blows, and there was no great momentum and fierce confrontation, but the winner was quickly decided.

In the entire Houtu Palace, it suddenly dimmed, and the brilliant rainbow color was swallowed, and the dead word continued to impact away.

"What!" said the Prospect Daoist was shocked, his eyes almost popping out.

Ping Xin Niangniang's combat power is far beyond his imagination.

Originally, he thought that Houtu was incarnated into the six realms of reincarnation, and he did not become holy with the help of Hongmeng purple qi, nor did he manifest the vision at the beginning, and he was congratulated by the Heavenly Dao.

This shows that Pingxin Niangniang is not like them, she is a saint appointed by heaven.

According to common sense, the combat power should be inferior to theirs, but I don't want this to be the result.

At the last moment, the receiver made a timely move, frantically urging the receiver to lead the treasure building, resisting the front, and extinguishing the death power of the reincarnation pen.

The quasi-Daoist broke out in a cold sweat, but immediately after, the anger in his eyes instantly became stronger.

"In all fairness, since you are so stubborn, don't blame my senior brother for being polite!"

The cold words spit out, and the quasi-Daoist and the Daoist glanced at each other, and then shamelessly besieged Xianghoutu.

Seeing this, Pingxin Niangniang disdained it and regarded these two old Western bald donkeys as local chickens and dogs.

If it were in other places, Pingxin Niangniang might be afraid of these two old bald donkeys, but in this underworld, she is the absolute king.

Pingxin Niangniang incarnated into the six reincarnations and established the underworld, which is equivalent to creating a small world, although it is not a small world, but it is by no means comparable to ordinary saints.

In her world, Pingxin Niangniang has absolute control, even if Lao Tzu who beheaded three corpses and sanctified him was here, she was not afraid at all.

Brush Brush Brush ......

Pingxin Niangniang's face was calm, she sat on the throne, and wrote two words like lightning, reincarnation.

This is her most powerful power, the law of reincarnation is the top ten law of the three thousand avenues, and she is the controller of the six reincarnations, and the power of the six reincarnations that can be mobilized is huge and vast.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, the two words of reincarnation were written, and then they were crushed towards the quasi-Daoist and the Daoist as if they were spiritual.

Although it is a simple two words, it is as heavy as billions of pounds, as if the power of the entire six reincarnations has been suppressed and sunk vigorously.

The faces of the quasi-Daoist and the Daoist suddenly became solemn, and they didn't dare to underestimate it in the slightest.

In the next moment, the quasi-Tidao person displayed the golden body of Zhangliu, and he transformed, and the golden light around his body instantly illuminated the entire underworld.

He looked like a statue of the Buddha, looking extremely hard and solid.

At the same time, he grew eighteen hands, each of which held a magic weapon, including a blessed pestle, a seven-treasure wonderful tree, a demon-slaying pestle, a relic, and so on.

It can be seen that the quasi-Tidao people sensed a great sense of crisis, and they worked hard to sacrifice eighteen kinds of weapons.

On the other side, the Daoist also did his best, and under his feet, the Twelve Grades of Merit Golden Lotus appeared, giving birth to a light curtain enchantment, guarding his entire person in it.

In front of him, the leading treasure building bloomed with immeasurable light, and many scenes appeared around it.

Vaguely, there are three thousand Buddhas around it, each of them is a treasure, they seem to be chanting, mysterious, as if to create a country of three thousand Buddhas, magnificent.

Boom Boom!

Immediately afterwards, the two sides slammed together, and the huge roar was endless, spreading from the underworld to the sky, and the universe was mighty.

In the center of the battlefield, the confrontation was extremely fierce, and the aftermath swept through, destroying the world and destroying the world.

Thanks to the fact that this is an underworld, blessed by the power of the six realms of reincarnation, it has never suffered much damage.

Burst!

It didn't take long for the quasi-Tidao man to suddenly spurt out a mouthful of blood, and the six golden bodies couldn't support it, and immediately flew backwards like a broken kite.

In the end, the quasi-Tidao man smashed to the ground, and the bronze Zhangliu gold body was shattered like porcelain, cracking the Dao, and it was miserable.

This is the world of peace and security, and this sentence is not just talking.

Just like the desolate world, the saints in it will be suppressed by heaven and earth, and will have a reverence for heaven and earth. After all, how can man compete with heaven and earth?

The person who received the Dao was also uncomfortable, and the Guiding Treasure Building and the Three Thousand Buddha Kingdom were shattered like decay, but he was protected by the Golden Lotus of Twelve Meritorious Virtues, and he barely resisted.

"Senior brother, let's go!"

After the blow, the Daoist was shocked, and immediately used all the strength to feed, and flew away like lightning, pulling the quasi-Daoist up and fleeing from the underworld quickly.

Pingxin Niangniang directly smashed the golden body of the quasi-Daoist with one enemy and two, which made him churn for a while.

The Taoist felt that Pingxin Niangniang had not done her best, and if she continued to fight, the consequences would be unimaginable, and they were only afraid that they would fall off the holy throne.

So, they fled in a hurry, and ran out of the underworld in disgrace, and the souls of the dead were all in ruins.

Seeing this, Pingxin Niangniang didn't chase after her, and when she got out of the underworld, she might not be the opponent of these two old bald donkeys.

......

Not Zhou Palace.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Shan suddenly opened his eyes.

On the palm of his hand, there is a small big seal, the breath is strong, condensed, the treasure is huge, it is the Fantian seal made of half of the Zhou Mountain, it is an acquired treasure.

Standing up, the corners of Zhou Shan's mouth lifted a trace of arc, obviously very satisfied with his masterpiece.

"Huh?" At this time, as if he had noticed something, Zhou Shan couldn't help frowning, and then immediately looked at himself, and his mind sank into the dantian in his body.