"Enough!"

With a roar, the heavens and the earth were silent.

"Stop!"

It was Nuwa's voice.

She was answered by the sound of agitation.

The color of the sky and the earth changes, the wind and rain are obscure, and the cold is cold.

The five saints changed color, and the whole body was cold.

The Qiankun Ding in Nuwa's hand took off his hand and hit Tongtian, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree of Zhun Ti had been brushed out, but the Tongtian Sect Master ignored it, holding the Six Soul Flags in his hand, such as Pangu who killed three thousand chaotic gods and demons, the gods blocked and killed the gods, and the demons blocked the demons, and the six soul flags opened and closed in his hands, and the boundless black qi surged towards the six tails, wanting to destroy the famous Five Saints and One Kunpeng on the flag.

Qiankun Ding crashed into the Tongtian Sect Master, the Tongtian Sect Master snorted, took a few steps back, and the Zhun Ti Qibao Miao Tree brushed on the head of the Tongtian Sect Master, and the three flowers and five qi dispersed, and the Tongtian Sect Master was brushed.

But his hand holding the Six Soul Flags did not let go at all, nor did he tremble, one word, steady.

The hand that has killed three thousand Chaos Gods and Demons must be the most stable hand.

Qiankun Ding fell, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree did not move, the two saints closest to the master of the Tongtian Sect, the black gas on the face, the dead air on the head, the two saints hurriedly stabilized the soul, the two saints looked uncertain, their eyes flickered brightly and darkly, with the shaking of the six soul flags, like the flickering lights and candles of the night in the wind and rain, the ghostly light was soul-stricken, even the saints did not dare to be distracted.

With a scream, the six soul flags burned.

Kunpeng fell headlong.

"Amitabha!"

A relic fell on the head of Kunpeng, the relics fixed the soul of Kunpeng, and the Buddha's light blocked waves of soul-snatching light, but he couldn't stand anymore, the Buddha sacrificed himself for others, gave up the relics, and saved people's lives, but he was like going to hell.

This is probably the Buddha.

Lao Tzu is quieter.

Yuan Shi Tianzun's huge Pangu giant body froze for a moment, like the towering Kunlun as if it had no soul, and the open heaven white jade Ruyi in his hand, if it was held in the hands of the tall statue, could no longer move, could not fall.

Heaven and earth stood still for a moment, strangely still.

Shi Ji looked up, there was no joy on her face, just quietly looking at the sky, watching the passage of time, waiting for the will of heaven.

Many people looked at the sky as much as she did, but most of them looked at the still saints, many of them were so shocked that they lost their voices, and many were so shocked that they couldn't believe their eyes.

But it did happen.

Time passed silently, until with a sigh, a name on the Six Soul Banners disappeared, it was Lao Tzu.

He was the last saint to write the Six Soul Banners in Tongtian, almost half a year later than the other four saints.

The first name on the Six Soul Flags also faded, it was Nuwa, Nuwa's face was extremely black, almost all black, Nuwa summoned Qiankun with a black face, clenched the red sleeve knife in her right hand, and stepped towards the Tongtian Sect Master, which was extremely unkind. Line

The Tongtian Sect Master stopped shaking the flag, because the second and third names had also disappeared one after another, and the names of Jieyin and Kunpeng were also slowly fading.

The Tongtian Sect Master put away the Six Soul Flags, the fishing drum and the purple electric hammer rose, and there was an extra sword in his hand, Nuwa's red sleeve knife fell, and Tongtian stabbed out with a sword, and Zhun Ti held the Seven Treasure Miaoshu in his hand and did not rush to make a move.

It's not that he's not angry, on the contrary, he's never been so angry.

The doppelganger on the Lotus Platform of the Twelve Grades of Merit has passed away with the wind.

The severity of the injuries far exceeded his expectations.

But Zhun Ti still restrained himself.

Fifteen days, fifteen days before the catastrophe.

But the fate of the sect seems to have been decided.

The first wishful thinking of Yuan Shi Tianzun did not hit the Ten Thousand Immortal Array, but overturned Jiuding as soon as he wished, and then got out of trouble, Kunpeng died nine times, and his face was gloomy and terrible.

Duobao, Yunxiao, and the masters of the five clans were shocked out of Jiuding, and Yuan Shi Tianzun also shook his body and did not move for a long time before he suppressed the backlash of the power of humanity.

"Join the battle!"

Hearing Shi Ji's voice, Xingtian, Xuanyu, Jiufeng, suppressed their anger, and stepped into the formation, opposite to them was a white light out of the formation, erected a long bridge, and the little girl in red standing at the head of Chaoge City was introduced, and Jiuding Lianzhu returned to Chaoge.

This time, Tianqin did not return to the court according to Shi Ji's intentions, which made Kunpeng seize the opportunity, Kunpeng reached out and grabbed Tianqin, but was hit back by a fist, and an old man with sparse hair took Kunpeng's claw equally.

"It's you again!"

Kunpeng's eyes were so cold that he could fall out of the slag.

The old man ignored him, and the old man turned his head and said to Tianqin in a hoarse voice: "The violinist is busy, and this old miscellaneous hair will be handed over to me, this old fellow." ”

"Ancestor ......"

The old devil turned back.

The old man waved his hand at him and told him to walk quickly.

The dragon and phoenix clans walked in the last living fossils are a shock.

They didn't expect him to come out.

In front of him, they are not qualified to say that they are old, because he is too old.

"Ancestor!"

The four generals of the demon family were also excited.

Kunpeng almost made a move at the same time as the ancestor of the demon clan, and when it came to their realm, there was no order at all.