Although the self-explosion of the Three Souls Banner Ding Sea God Bead blocked Zhun Ti, the two treasures were Chang'er and Zhao Gongming's natal spirit treasures.

After many years of sacrifice, the gods and souls have been connected, the treasures have been destroyed, and Chang'er and Zhao Gongming are inferior to mortals at this time.

The body is crippled and the soul is dying, but they still support each other and have not fallen.

It's sad, it's sad, it's sad, it's sentimental!

In the Wa Palace, Fu Xi looked at Nuwa and said, "If there are too many ants, may they bite the elephant to death?"

"Still can't, but," Nuwa said slowly, "The ants are not afraid of death, but it is enough to move this saint." ”

Nuwa raised her glass in the direction of Qinglong Pass.

"But you want to have a drink for the sect disciples?" Fu Xi asked.

"No, one cup is enough," Nuwa shook her head, "at least three!"

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Zhun Ti's gaze penetrated the long river of time, he naturally knew that Xu Siyuan had gone to the past, although he didn't believe that Xu Siyuan could cut off his past body, but Zhun Ti knew that he couldn't drag it out anymore.

The saint should have been invincible, the last time Xu Siyuan, this time the sect of the Ten Thousand Immortals has been delayed for too long.

Is he quasi-weak or is the sect so extraordinary?

Even Zhun Ti had to praise it in his heart.

But his hero, my thief, intercepts the sect and the immortals, and we and other saints are afraid and can't feel at ease!

Zhun Ti sounded the infinite Buddha chant around his body, the Buddha shined on the world, and the Buddha's voice moved the wilderness.

I am the ancestor of ten thousand Buddhas, Zhun Ti waved the seven treasures of the wonderful tree, the Buddha sang bursts, and the ten thousand Buddhas were in the dynasty.

The Seven Treasure Miao Tree brushed towards Duobao, and even if it was just the aftermath, the flesh of Zhao Gongming and Chang'er turned into powder, and hundreds of sect disciples died.

The two primordial gods fluttered towards the god list.

Intercepting the sect Da Luo Jinxian Chang'er and Zhao Gongming are on the list.

The long-eared Zhao Gongming has been worshipping under the saint for many years, and he never thought that he would die after stepping on the path of cultivation, but when death really came, it seemed that it was nothing more than that.

There is great terror between life and death, but there is also great greatness in life and death.

Die for the same sect, die for the interception of the religion.

What a complaint!

The souls of hundreds of sect disciples also drifted towards the Fengshen List.

Intercepting the Ten Thousand Immortals, there have been heavy casualties!

Ten thousand immortals can no longer fight, but the sectarian immortals have not bowed their heads.

Zhun Ti's Qibao Miao Tree had come to Duobao, but the long-eared Zhao Gongming blocked it for a moment, and now it was too late!

Thousands of sectarian immortals were integrated into the Six Soul Banners along with the mana of Duobao, and this was not the end, the blood of Duobao stained the entire banner red, and Duobao even sacrificed the quasi-holy soul.

In the middle stage of the quasi-sainthood, the mana of the Interception Sect Immortal was integrated into the body of Duobao.

Now is the time when Duobao is the strongest, but it is also the last glory of Duobao.

Many treasures and many treasures, now only the same door is the treasure.

Sacrifice my body, sacrifice my soul, I am a big disciple of the sect, except for the same door, everyone can give up.

Duobao bowed to the Six Soul Flags.

This is the last and strongest worship.

Then I saw the six soul flags waving, the flags shaking, and the desolation was shocked.

There was also an immeasurable amount of black qi flying towards Zhun Ti.

There were still thousands of sect disciples standing in the array, but at this time, thousands of sect disciples were all in tears.

Intercept the great disciple Duobao,

He's dead!

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There are countless living beings in the world, but whether they are immortals or demons, whether they are good or evil, they are all Tao.

Yin and Yang are the Tao, life and death are the Tao, but that Pangu is not the Tao!

Open the desolate world and transcend the four realms of saints.

The axe can open chaos, and the body can transform all things.

Pangu itself is also a kind of Tao.

Zhun Ti in the chaos is not a saint, but he is not something that Xu Siyuan can match.

The gourd of the innate treasure shone on the top of Xu Siyuan's head.

Zhun Ti is not a saint, and the gourd can protect Xu Siyuan for a moment.

Then Xu Siyuan slowly bowed towards somewhere in the chaos.

The geese have left a voice, the people have left a name, Pangu was born in chaos, and Pangu also lived in chaos.

So there is an eternal mark of Pangu left in the chaos, Pangu is dead, and the mark lives on forever.

Therefore, the twelve ancestral witches can immediately summon the true body of Pangu.

With Pangu blood, cultivating Pangu's body, and passing on Pangu's method, Xu Siyuan can naturally sense the breath of Pangu.

Xu Siyuan slowly saluted in the direction where Pangu was, Great God Pangu, I came to worship you today.

Worship for the ancestral witch, Pangu, do you know that the ancestral witch transformed by your essence and blood is almost dead.

Pangu, you have opened up the flood for all sentient beings, but your blood descendants cannot live freely in the flood and wilderness.

The second bow is for my master, the master misses you but has never seen you, great god, you also want to see your descendants.

Great God, now that the three Qings are killing each other, and the brothers are turning against each other, this is what you want to see, and you can bear to see my master defeated.

Three for myself, the great god Pangu, although you and I have never seen it, but I have to enjoy your countless legacies.

Tongtian is my teacher, and you are my ancestor.

Now that I'm in chaos, please help me!

Great God, great god, there are not many bloodlines left in the flood wilderness!

After three worships, there was no response.

Xu Siyuan was a little disappointed, but he, Xu Siyuan, was the sword that cut the Zhun Ti.

Countless demon gods gathered, and I, Xu Siyuan, deserved to die, but how could you live.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a loud noise resounded throughout the chaos, and with the sound, the entire chaos slowly shook.

This voice is the supreme way of the world.

This voice Xu Siyuan was extremely familiar, because it was Pangu's heartbeat.

"Boom!"

Xu Siyuan himself also made a low heartbeat, although it could not be compared with Pangu, but it was in the same vein.

A vast and majestic divine thought appeared beside Xu Siyuan, and the gods bowed their heads as soon as this thought appeared.

The three thousand demon gods retreated in unison, and even the two demon gods of yin and yang life and death did not dare to say anything more.

The power of Pangu is as good as it gets!

At this time, a voice sounded in Xu Siyuan's ears, this voice dispersed hundreds of millions of miles of chaos, but this voice fell on Xu Siyuan's ears with indescribable kindness and cordiality.

This is Pangu's voice.

"I'll teach you to open the sky!"

Then I saw Xu Siyuan's Plum Slashing Sword shattered into countless powders, and there was a supreme power to extract the origin of chaos.

So the powder was re-blended into a sword, which was not an innate treasure, but it could barely withstand the power of Pangu.

"Look, this chaos opens like this!"

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The twelve days are not there, Zhou Tian Xingdou does not exist, and there are many desolations, and now only Zhu Xian is the hero.

In the Zhuxian array, Tongtian has the upper hand with one enemy and three enemies.

With the sword into a formation, the sky is the sword, the sword shines through the ages, and the sword swings in all directions.

The three saints entered the battle, but they couldn't stop Tongtian.

At this time, Tongtian's eyes were looking at the distant future.

In the future, your Western Religion will flourish, but your Western Religion will step on the bones of my sect to ascend to the throne.

The disciples of the sect of interception enter the West, and most of the backbone of your Western religion in the future will be my disciples of the sect.

In that future, you will have nothing to do with me, you are the ancestor of all Buddhas, how can I not find your future body through the sky.

The sword comes out in this world, but the sword in this world slashes into the future.

Watch me slash your future body with a sword!