"How is that possible!" the Styx Daoist stumbled back three steps, looking in horror at the formless sword qi that had disappeared into the void.

Zhou Bai's invisible sword qi could actually break through the blockade of the Twelve Rank Karma Fire Red Lotus? The Styx Dao Man slowly retreated while extracting the surrounding blood and water to reshape his arm, carefully avoiding the cracked earth.

Through the breath overflowing from the cracks in the ground, Hongyu also sensed Zhou Bai's presence, and a smile immediately appeared on her pale cheeks, but once the nerves that had been tense for a long time relaxed, the fatigue and injuries accumulated by Shicai could no longer be suppressed.

Hongyu's figure flickered, and suddenly he felt that his eyes were dark, and his consciousness and consciousness fell to the ground as if they were broken.

A whisper sounded in his ears, and the soft, warm voice woke up the distracted Ruby, and also deterred the Styx people who still wanted to retreat.

The Styx Dao people no longer had any contempt and disdain at this time, and looked at Zhou Bai who walked out of the lava in disbelief, carefully looked at Zhou Bai's cheeks and body, and hesitated: "Are you really a red cloud?"

Zhou Bai glanced at the Styx River Dao people, and the endless coercion was born from the Heavenly Dao, enveloping the entire Netherworld.

Banned the Styx Dao people on the spot, unable to move.

Although they have no realm and strength, the vision of the Styx Dao people has not yet slipped to the level of ordinary people, perceiving the terrifying aura around them, and the Styx Dao people seem to have returned to the ancient period, the era of Zixiao Palace.

When he came back to his senses, the people of the Styx River River found that their backs had been soaked in cold sweat, and this kind of aura was the Tongtian of the Fengshen period, and it was impossible to do it.

"Zhou Bai. The darkness in front of Hongyu's eyes gradually dissipated, but what appeared in her blurred vision was a strange man, if it weren't for the fetters of her mind and the involvement of her soul, she wouldn't even recognize the current Zhou Bai.

The weak tone did not hesitate at all, Hongyu's slender fingers tightly grabbed the corners of Zhou Bai's clothes, and the white fingers were like her determination, and she was unwilling to let go.

Zhou Bai shook his head and sighed lightly, holding the ruby jade with his backhand, the palm that was so warm that it was almost hot melted the cold of the red jade, and his face and body also returned to their previous appearance in a blink of an eye.

"I'm back. ”

A sentence moistened Hongyu's eyes, Zhou Bai's clear figure immediately became hazy, and when Hongyu was about to reach out to wipe away her tears, Zhou Bai had already kissed her gently.

The lips touched, and the two of them fell into the Sword Domain world together.

As for the Styx Dao people, they were photographed by Zhou Baiqi, and they couldn't move half an inch after struggling desperately.

The Styx River Man looked bitter, although he didn't know what the relationship between Zhou Bai and Hongyun was, but Zhou Bai was not a saint but the aura of transcending a saint made him feel a deep despair.

....

Flood world, West Niuhe Zhou.

Above the stratus clouds, a lone peak rises.

Zhen Yuanzi stood on the top of the peak with long sleeves and an indifferent expression, looking down at the cliffs at his feet, as well as the looming Wuzhuang Temple on the mountainside, as early as when he was in turmoil, he had already dispersed all the slaves in the manor, and even Qingfeng Mingyue was also driven out of the door by him and traveled in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

A touch of orange-red glow was reluctant at the end of the sea of clouds, and the sunset was shining, and the twilight drum that was supposed to sound was no longer sounded by any disciples.

The mountains and forests are empty, and the birds and insects are singing.

Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and smiled, enjoying the peace and quiet at the moment.

However, the sleeves of the shirt floated, and the dense Dao pattern rune seals also gradually emerged from the loss of mana.

The sleeves are good, but the world can be prosperous, but it is difficult to be a saint.

After the defeat of the Tongtian Sect Master in the past, he was angry and wanted to re-establish the world, although he was stopped by Hongjun, but it also showed the horror of the saint's strength under the Heavenly Dao from the side.

Zhen Yuanzi is not a saint, nor is he Kong Xuan.

With his quasi-holy cultivation as a display, coupled with the continuous extraction of the earth's leylines from the ginseng fruit tree, even the saint was powerless to break free in a short time.

Sensing the rapid consumption of his mana, Zhen Yuanzi pinched his fingers and swept his gaze in the direction of the back garden of Wuzhuang Temple in the mountains.

"Absorbing the power of the origin of the ginseng fruit tree can trap the saint for more than half a month. Zhen Yuanzi muttered, half a month was more than enough time for him.

As for the cause and effect of what he owed to the saint Nuwa after the saint got out of trouble, he had no time to think about it at the moment, and he couldn't think about it.

'Nam no Amitabha'.

Just as he was about to leave the peak, a Buddha horn that should not have been here echoed in his ears.

The birds and beasts of the mountains and forests scattered, as if they felt some extremely terrifying existence, desperately trying to escape from the Wanshou Mountains.

The danger that birds and beasts can premoniture, of course Zhen Yuanzi can also feel it, a bitter look flashed in his eyes, the birds and beasts in the mountains can flee in the face of danger, but he can't escape.

The ginseng fruit tree root is here, and so is his root.

A man and a tree are born together, and they should die together.

Xuanmen has a thaumaturgical name called deducing Wangqi, this technique can observe the luck of people, and glimpse its life and death.

Although Xuan Ao, he couldn't use it on himself, Zhen Yuanzi stopped his calculating fingers, raised his head, and looked at the bald monk who walked out of the void with an inexplicable expression.

The monk is an old monk, surrounded by Buddha light around him, and the light wheel rotates behind him.

On his face that should have been kind and kind, he had a pair of slender and yin eyes, which drew his temperament to a strange tendency.

Zhen Yuanzi frowned and said, "If the big day comes?" The two saints of Buddhism don't come, Duobao doesn't come, Maitreya Buddha doesn't come, but there is a Buddha on the big day.

If it is Duobao and Maitreya, it is easy to say, after all, they are both quasi-saint realms, which may cause him a little trouble.

However, Da Ri Ru was not able to cultivate Da Luo, and the previous encirclement and suppression of Kunpeng even damaged his life and cultivation spirit treasure, and he suffered some minor injuries.

His gaze swept over Da Ri Rulai's body, and Zhen Yuanzi's slightly frowning brows were not soothed by the difference in the realm of the two, but became more and more solemn.

If the person who came was a quasi-saint, then there was still a sense of crisis in his heart.

Da Ri Rulai's previous injury has not healed, what can hurt him?

Zhen Yuanzi's hesitation caused Da Ri Rulai to shake his head and chuckle, and parted his folded hands, and Da Ri Rulai took out a purple-black long flag from his robe.

The banner swayed in the wind, like an extremely strange and dangerous flame, which made Zhen Yuanzi retreat suddenly, and his eyes were hesitant, leaving only horror and uneasiness.

"The predecessors are profound, and the poor monks are ashamed. Da Ri Rulai smiled, but under the eyes of this pair of yin owls, he couldn't tell whether this was a Buddha or a demon.

"Banning saints is a taboo in the Heavenly Dao, so the seniors should stop it quickly, so as not to fall into calamity and die. "Both dissuasion and threat.

The afterglow of the setting sun completely disappeared, and the banner in the hand of the great day Rulai immediately bloomed with a deep purple light, and the four names on the banner had been crossed out, only the handwriting of the fifth name was completely different from the others.

Obviously, the word "Zhen Yuanzi" was added by the Buddha in front of him.

Zhen Yuanzi shook his head and smiled bitterly, and sighed: "This thing was not damaged, but fell into your hands, and Poor Dao admitted defeat." "If he enters the Six Soul Banners, even a saint will not escape death, let alone a quasi-saint who has not entered the holy position?!

Da Ri Rulai said with a smile: "This thing is owned by the long-eared Dingguang Buddha, and the poor monk just asked him for it." Da Ri Rulai did not show any contempt and arrogance, and after finishing speaking, he stood outside the clouds, standing silently, waiting for Zhen Yuanzi to release Nuwa out of his sleeve.

With the wave of his long sleeves, Zhen Yuanzi helplessly exerted his magical powers, releasing the angry Nuwa Sage from the world in his sleeves.

Nuwa's face was pale, she didn't notice the arrival of the Great Ri Rulai at all, her hand swept through her waist, and a colorful streamer flashed out in an instant, smashing into Zhen Yuanzi's heavenly spirit.

Zhen Yuanzi retreated to dodge, but saw that the streamer was in hot pursuit, and the spirit treasures in Nuwa's hands were all made of merit, which was both an innate spirit treasure and a merit spirit treasure, if he was hit by this streamer, his quasi-holy cultivation would also be injured.

In desperation, Zhen Yuanzi waved his sleeves again, and the long sleeves were so big that they seemed to cover the sky.

However, as soon as the divine power was exerted, Zhen Yuanzi felt his heart tremble, and the sharp pain in the depths of his soul made him exhale painfully, and even the divine soul also withered, as if he had been hit hard, and his soul was almost scattered.

The supernatural power was interrupted, and although the power of the backlash was borne by the leylines, this streamer had already smashed on Zhen Yuanzi's shoulder.

Hearing a sudden sound, Zhen Yuanzi flew out upside down, fell from the top of the mountain, smashed several boulders along the way, and fell deep into the courtyard between the mountains.

Wuzhuang view of the back garden.

The earth's leylines have nurtured the soil for hundreds of millions of years, and the soil that Sun Wukong can't shake with a golden hoop stick was smashed out of a big pit several feet deep by Zhen Yuanzi.

The roots at the bottom of the pit are surrounded, and the broken root system is also constantly flowing out of the rich vitality and spiritual liquid, quickly repairing Zhen Yuanzi's injuries.

The sage Nuwa and the great day Rulai fell on the spot, and the garden protection circle arranged by Zhen Yuanzi for many years could not stop the sage's footsteps.

With a cold snort, the Nuwa sage said angrily: "Zhen Yuanzi, you are so bold!" Nuwa gritted her teeth and saw Zhen Yuanzi walking out of the deep pit through the root system of the ginseng fruit tree, glanced at the hydrangea suspended in front of her, and almost wanted to strike again.

Zhen Yuanzi's mind changed sharply, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Brother treats brother, poor Dao and Zhou Bai worship brother, and the cause and effect of him and the saint should be settled by me." The palm of his hand spread, and five ginseng fruits fell from the void into Zhen Yuanzi's palm.

Zhen Yuanzi sighed and said: "Poor Dao is willing to end this cause and effect with five spirit fruits, I don't know if the saint is willing?"

said it was for Nuwa, but his eyes fell on Da Ri Rulai.

As a saint, Nuwa is immortal, and although this ginseng fruit is precious, it is just a desire for her.

The Great Day is different, the realm shackles in Da Luo Jin Immortal don't know how long, although the cultivation has accumulated for nearly 10,000 years, but it is also short of breaking through the bottleneck.

The innate aura contained in the ginseng fruit is a medicine for Da Ri Rulai, which is a medicine to break through the realm, although it cannot guarantee 100% success, but it can be regarded as a new hope.

Nuwa glanced at Zhen Yuanzi deeply, and the anger on her face turned indifferent: "Zhou Bai has clamped the hydrangea and the mountains and rivers of this seat, today I hit you with the hydrangea, and I will use the mountains and rivers of the society to trap you for a hundred years, so as to cause and effect." ”

After that, he took the Six Soul Flags from the hands of Da Ri Rulai and crossed out the name of Zhen Yuanzi.

A picture scroll fell from the sky and covered the entire Wanshou Mountain.

Zhen Yuanzi did not put up any resistance, and allowed the scroll to suck him into the world of painting.

"Fellow Daoist Zhenyuan, do you regret it?" Nuwa dismissed Da Ri Rulai, put the remaining two ginseng fruits in her sleeve, and said indifferently.

The scroll is closed.

Zhen Yuanzi sat on a piece of ink stone inkstone, looked at the white sky, and said with a wry smile: "Poor Dao..... No regrets. "What he asked for was to find the remnants of the people of the Red Cloud Dao.

Now that he has done his best, the obsession in his heart has also dissipated in the thick fog of green smoke with the sea of clouds of the lonely peak just now.

The wry smile on his face gradually turned into a smile, and now the smile is so relieved and innocent.

The stone inkstone is like a pool, and the thick black ink is this pool of water.

As Zhen Yuanzi completely relieved the obsession in his heart, ripples appeared in the ink pool, and the center of the ripples was like a spring surging from the ground, gathering a black figure with ink.

The thick ink is the body, and the figure can't see the appearance or the dress.

But Zhen Yuanzi understands that this person is also him, the obsession he cut off, and his evil corpse.

The long sleeves moved slightly, and the figure disappeared into his sleeve, and Zhen Yuanzi stood up and bowed towards the void, showing gratitude.

In any case, if he beheads the evil corpse in Nuwa's spiritual treasure, he has to inherit the grace of the Nuwa saint, although it is not cause and effect, but it can be regarded as good karma.

Nuwa said: "The matter of the sea of blood has gone through several twists and turns, so let's take a look before returning to Chaos." Ignoring Zhen Yuanzi's repeated thanks, Nuwa put the scroll into the void and walked out in one step, which was already a sea of netherworld blood.

"Is this the sea of blood?" The sage is not omniscient and omnipotent, and the desert she saw in front of her was Nuwa couldn't help but be slightly stunned, she didn't care where Yinshan went, and she didn't have any interest in the reason why the sea of blood turned into a desert.

Nuwa, who had come to her senses, looked down and happened to see an invisible and colorless sword light passing in front of her.

His brows furrowed slightly, this sword qi was not from Hongyu, nor was it from the Styx Dao, nor was it from the Red Cloud Dao back then, so there was only one answer left.

The phantom shadow of Zhen Yuanzi beside him looked as usual, only a faint trace of loss flashed in his indifferent eyes.

However, when Zhou Bai appeared, his loss had disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the man in the desert blankly, Zhen Yuanzi muttered, "Brother Dao...", his voice became lower and lower, so low that Nuwa, who was standing side by side, couldn't hear his words clearly.

Zhen Yuanzi's apology is said for the people of Hongyun Dao, and it is also said for himself.

At the same time as the words fell, Zhou Bai on the ground had also recovered his original appearance, and kissed the red jade into the sword domain.

Nuwa took a sip and said solemnly: "Go ahead, after a hundred years, this seat will set you free." ”

Zhen Yuanzi smiled, the void was cold and windy, and his figure became more and more ethereal, saluting Nuwa, turning around and disappearing into nothingness.

Looking down at the Styx people who were confined in the desert, Nuwa smiled playfully.

The saint's supernatural powers can only be used by saints, and now today's Dao saints are still incomplete, Zhou Bai, how did you exert the saint's supernatural powers?