The sage fingers, the world and the time change.

Everyone seems to have fallen into the great changes of the universe, only Shiji and the saint looked at each other, and the moment seemed to be eternal, that finger was infinitely close to the center of Shiji's eyebrows, only separated by a city, the city is called Chaoge, named and created.

The city, like water fades, like ice melts, the blood line at the corner of Shiji's mouth is like water, the face is like white paper, more and more transparent, and more and more bright, blood stains Tsing Yi, only the eyes do not move, the line of sight does not move.

"Auntie!"

"Ishiji ......"

Shi Ji raised his hand and asked them not to interfere, the cause and effect between her and Nuwa started from this city, and it should also be destroyed because of this city, twenty years ago, from the first step she stepped into Chaoge City, she was consciously or unintentionally calculating Nuwa, the heavenly sage, she calculated all kinds of saints, she would not forget, and the saints would not forget, but none of them would say it, the sage could not say it, but there was no need to say it, because she was a saint.

If Shi Ji is nested in Chaoge City, the saint can't do anything about her, but didn't she come out?

The saint stared at Chaoge City for 20 years, and also endured her for 20 years, and held it in his heart for 20 years.

Fortunately, time has made everything a little lighter, or there are too many things that have happened during this time, and the piles are earth-shattering, so the affairs of Chaoge City seem harmless.

But it's just a matter of appearance.

Shi Ji knows better than anyone else in her heart, so she doesn't let people interfere, she doesn't want Nuwa Niangniang's breath to ignite a monstrous anger, which is counterproductive and affects relatives and friends.

So, she suffered, she could bear it, and she couldn't stand it.

For this is the price she pays for calculating the saints.

Nuwa's eyes flashed with admiration, but her finger of creation did not contain the slightest strength.

The heart of a saint is as firm as iron.

The city was broken, and Shi Ji's great magical powers were also destroyed, and Shi Ji's mouthful of blood never spurted out of his mouth, flowing down from the corner of his mouth.

At the moment when the city broke, Shi Ji raised his hand, the same finger, the fingertip space was heavy, and a long river of time flowed.

Nuwa raised her eyebrows, at the moment when Chao Gecheng broke, her expression was obviously loose, but her finger still had some strength left, Nuwa smiled at the corner of her mouth, one finger ended the long river of time, the other pointed to break the heavy space, and the two fingers met.

Everyone lost their breath at this moment.

"Huh!"

Nuwa's face showed a look of surprise, because her finger seemed to fall into the void, the void behind Shi Ji was shattered inch by inch, and the corners of Shi Ji's mouth were bleeding, this was an emptiness, she was enlightened, her body fit into one side of the world, the heaven and the earth were not broken, she would not be hurt, but unfortunately the opposite was a saint.

The void shattered, the sky above her head and the ground beneath her feet shattered, and she was wounded.

The Creation Finger finally fell into place, Shi Ji's fingers were broken inch by inch, the flesh and blood turned into mist, the white bones turned into powder, and then the hands and arms......

"Auntie!"

"Shiji!"

Shi Ji does not squint, and his gaze does not move.

Nuwa wasted Shi Ji with one hand and one arm, and withdrew her hand.

"Very good supernatural powers, very good Dao bodies. ”

The former speaks of the city, and the latter speaks of the body.

Shi Ji raised his left arm and bowed, "Thank you for the mercy of the saints." ”

"I didn't show mercy. Nuwa turned and left.

"Auntie!"

December, Xiao Jiu, Xiao Shi, as if it hurt more than her, their eyes were red, and December was even more tearful.

Shi Ji tugged at the corners of her mouth and shook her head, indicating that it was okay, but she didn't know how fragile her smile was in the eyes of others.

Kunpeng and Styx looked at each other and strode forward.

The old man of the demon clan and Haotian didn't bother to ask about Shi Ji's injuries and swept out.

Chang'e used the power of the etheric moon to heal Shi Ji's wounds, but the injuries left by the Heavenly Dao saints were not so easy to heal.

Chang'e frowned frequently, and Shi Ji said softly: "It's okay, I'm fine." ”

What she said was this result, twenty years of refining the two ways of heaven and man, and refining the qi machine day and night, before she could take the sage's finger.

It's already pretty good.

Kunpeng Styx had already fought with the old man of the Haotian Demon Clan.

"Let's go. ”

Shi Ji's voice was weak, and she was indeed weak.

But everyone knows that the most powerful thing about Shiji is not cultivation, nor the physical body, but the original god.

No matter how weak she is, even if she breaks an arm, no one dares to despise her.

"Return the sword, and I'll go!"

Styx felt that he had lowered his breath.

But Ishiji's answer was: "Impossible." ”

Although the breath is weak, there is no room for negotiation.

"You!"

Styx was furious.

Shi Ji said slowly: "I asked you, any choice has a price, just like my arm. ”

"Senior Kunpeng, what do you think?"

"Aren't you afraid that we will turn around and slaughter the sect disciples?"

Shi Ji coughed lightly and said, "If I were you, I would return to the Northern Hell and the Sea of Blood as soon as possible." ”

Kunpeng glanced at Shi Ji, turned his head and left without saying a word, Styx reacted and glared at Shi Ji viciously, turning into a blood light and passing away.

"Why don't you keep them?"

The old man of the demon clan asked.

Shi Ji shook his head, "I can't stay, there are 480 million blood god sons in the Styx, the speed of Kunpeng, we can leave if we want to, we can't stop it, not to mention ......" Shi Ji coughed lightly and said: "The rabbit is dead and the fox is sad, there are still too few big ants in this heaven and earth." ”

After listening to the last sentence, the old man's cloudy eyes lit up, and he said in awe: "The old man is taught. ”

What can they do if they fight you to the death, and they are not ants struggling under the way of heaven.

Everyone was silent for a while, and for a moment it seemed that they had seen farther and more thoroughly.

Shi Ji smiled lightly and added, "If they die, won't it be our turn?"

This is an indescribable irony.