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Zhu Rong's doppelganger saw that Gonggong was damaged, and he wailed, and a dazzling light erupted on his body, and his head slammed into the "sky".

With a bang, Shakyamuni's palm shook, and finally the golden light dissipated, and drops of blood fell. At this time, Zhu Rong also turned into wisps of essence and submerged into Zhang Huban's body.

Shakyamuni finally had no choice but to withdraw his towering hand.

Boom, the small universe finally broke out, because Gonggong and Zhu Rong were damaged, the essence of the whole body returned to the body, and Zhang Huban finally advanced to the Xuanwu Zhou Tian realm.

Two tears slipped down his face silently, and there was no more co-work and harmony in this world!

Roar! Roar!

The other ten Wu Ancestor clones saw that Gonggong and Zhu Rong were damaged, and they exploded together, at this moment, their bodies, their thoughts were no longer Zhang Huban's decision, but their decision.

The muscles and tendons of the ten Wu Ancestors were coiled around their bodies, and they roared and rushed towards Shakyamuni, fearless.

Ten dazzling rays of light illuminated the sky, and the entire immortal world shook and shook at this moment, and the tragic atmosphere of tragic killing and rivers of blood enveloped the entire immortal realm.

Seeing this, Zhen Yuanzi sighed softly and raised his hand. A book appeared in the sky, the book was glowing, and it vaguely evolved into a heaven and earth, which was the same as the earth fairy world, and the world no longer shook in an instant, and the wind and waves were calm, but it was the magic weapon of Zhen Yuanzi.

Shakyamuni never expected that the twelve Wu Ancestor clones would all advance to the sub-sage, and they took the crazy approach of ending up together with their front and back feet.

Even though Shakyamuni had almost stepped into the holy with one foot, the outbreak of the witch ancestors still made him suffer a big loss in an instant. Twenty-four heads, eighteen hands were blown to a bloody blur, two of the heads, four arms were all blown up.

Wu Zu's essence frantically poured into Zhang Huban's body, and the small universe kept exploding and expanding, as if it was about to evolve into a heaven and earth.

Zhang Huban seemed to faintly see a man millions of feet tall, holding a giant axe in both hands, exuding a thousand zhang of light all over his body, deep in the chaotic land. I saw him glaring angrily and shouting again and again. With every burst of applause, the giant axe in his hand slashed down, and with each axe, the land of chaos was turbulent, and the breath was crazy and tyrannical. When the giant axe was raised again, the breath split in two, the sky was high and the earth was wide, and everything was calm.

One axe after another, the arc of the axe through the space became more and more perfect, and the heaven and earth became bigger and bigger.

Zhang Huban didn't seem to understand, his head was about to explode, and the small universe was almost exploding.

Just a little bit, Zhang Huban knew that he was just a little bit away from becoming holy, but that point was like thousands of mountains and rivers, blocking Zhang Huban's way to becoming holy.

Everything that happens happens in an instant.

In just an instant, Zhanghuban is no longer the original Zhanghuban. The Twelve Witch Ancestors finally died in order to complete the road to becoming the most holy on the shore of Zhanghu Lake.

Shakyamuni roared with an abominable face, he didn't expect that at his level, it would take such a big price to kill a Nanzhan Emperor.

"You must die!"

Shakyamuni, who was angry, did not realize that Zhang Huban was no longer the original Zhang Huban, and he was already so close to the Holy of Holiness.

"You have to die, too!" Zhang Huban said coldly.

Shakyamuni's heart trembled violently, he found it, he finally found it!

Zhen Yuanzi smiled, he knew that the injured Shakyamuni was no longer Zhang Hu's opponent.

The knife is thousands of feet long, and the sharp light of the blade is dazzling.

Shakyamuni's face changed, and he turned back into a pair of arms. Such a Zhang Lakeside, except to concentrate his forces and fight to the death, he has no second way out.

The gods were still overwhelming, and the golden light was overwhelming, but Zhang Huban's face was no longer solemn, and some were just contempt.

Swords collide, the sky collapses, and the earth shakes!

Shakyamuni's mouth cracked instantly, and his hands trembled.

The knife on the shore of Zhang Lake is as steady as a mountain, and the face is as heavy as water.

Although it is not a reappearance of Pangu, it is only one step away, and how can the injured Shakyamuni block the angry blow of Zhang Huban.

Bang!

The shadow of the knife was like a mountain, and one knife after another kept slashing, each knife cutting through an almost perfect arc in the air.

Shakyamuni retreated again and again, and kept and mechanically holding the god to block the attacks of Zhang Huban one after another.

The faces of the people in the Western religion have changed, and they know that Shakyamuni has lost.

When the lamp moved, so did Maitreya. Sakyamuni is the leader of the three Western religions, and he must not die with the hands of Zhang Huban.

The clouds moved, and the sky streaked through twenty-four multicolored rays of light, falling fiercely on the top of the lantern.

Sun Wukong moved, and his golden hoop rod was golden and light, and he slashed at Maitreya fiercely.

Wuyun Xian and Kong Xuan's faces changed slightly, and they wanted to make a move, but Zhen Yuanzi looked at them with a smile.

As soon as the twenty-four rays of light fell, the lamp knew that he couldn't resist it, and turned into a rainbow light and fled far away.

Maitreya made a pu fan, a congenital pu fan, and he blocked the golden hoop stick. Although Sun Wukong's realm is not as good as Maitreya, his strength is strong and powerful, but no one can help anyone.

At this moment, the western sky lit up with nine incomparably bright lights, but it was nine lotus flowers that emitted it. The nine lotus flowers are tied together, and it is a nine-grade lotus platform.

The Jiupin Lotus Platform broke through the air and smashed straight towards Zhang Huban's back.

Zhen Yuanzi's face changed slightly, and a yellow light shot out of his hand, it was a book from the ground. The Book of the Ground spread out in the air, evolved into tens of millions of heaven and earth, and went towards the Jiupin Lotus Platform.

At this time, a majestic voice resounded in the sky.

"Wuyun Immortal and Kong Xuan don't make a move at this time, when will they wait?"

When Wuyunxian and Kong Xuan heard this, they were about to leave.

At this time, two blue lights flew towards Wuyun Xian and Kong Xuan respectively, and after the two blue lights, a heroic woman stood on the auspicious clouds, which was Yunxiao Niangniang.

Wuyun Xian and Kong Xuan saw the blue light shooting towards them, and were about to smash it with one palm, when their faces suddenly changed, and they both knelt down in the air, raising their hands above their heads.

The blue light fell into the hands separately, and it was a jade talisman.

Wuyunxian and Kong Xuan took the jade talisman, felt the familiar mana fluctuations, and suddenly tears gushed out like spring water, and bowed three times in the direction of Shangqing Tian, and then got up and flew to stand beside Yunxiao Niangniang.

A cold snort sounded from the west, and suddenly the heavens and the earth changed color. A yellow-skinned and majestic Taoist priest appeared in the west, who was the one who led the Taoist.

As soon as the usher arrived, the Jiupin Lotus Platform abandoned the book from the ground and flew back to the person who received the guide, and the guide sat on it.

When Zhen Yuanzi saw that the guide had arrived, he also accepted the book from the ground and stood elegantly above the auspicious clouds.

The Daoist's face was a little gloomy, and he saluted Zhen Yuanzi with one hand, and said, "Daoist friends, don't come unharmed!"

Zhen Yuanzi replied: "Very good, very good!"

When the Western believers saw the arrival of the sect leader, they came up one after another to salute.

The war has stopped here, but the war continues there.

Zhang Hu's knife was still slashing down one after another, and Shakyamuni still didn't have any chance to backhand, so he could only keep blocking.

Although the defeat has appeared, it is not easy for Zhang Huban to destroy Sakyamuni.

Zhang Huban's sleeves shook and made the things in his sleeves, and Shakyamuni shook his body when he saw this, standing up to the sky and the earth, but he couldn't accept him in his sleeves.

Seeing this, Zhang Huban knew that it was difficult to do anything in his sleeve, so he continued to swing the knife and cut again. Seeing this, Shakyamuni again raised his anger and blocked it.

"Stop!" said the usher.

Zhen Yuanzi secretly sighed a pity, knowing that the person who received the Tao had arrived, and it would be difficult to stop him by himself, if it weren't for his scruples about Lao Tzu and Yuan Shi Tianzun, it was estimated that he would have to fight now, instead of stopping.

The Taoist told him to stop, but Shakyamuni didn't dare to stop, because he had lost the upper hand, and if he really wanted to stop, he would not be seriously injured by Zhang Huban.

"Stop!" said Zhen Yuanzi.

Zhang Huban heard Zhen Yuanzi's voice, and knew that he couldn't kill Shakyamuni today, so he slashed hard, abandoned Shakyamuni, flew to Zhen Yuanzi, saluted, and then saluted Yun Zhongzi.

"Daoist friends are like this, congratulations!" said to Zhen Yuanzi with a smile.

"Each other, each other!" replied Zhen Yuanzi.

When the Taoist heard this, his face changed slightly, knowing that Zhen Yuanzi was referring to Sakyamuni.

The two sides chatted a few words with thorns, and the Jade Emperor, Queen Mother and others came up one after another to see the Western Sect Master, and then dispersed, as if nothing had happened. It's just that when they leave, everyone's expression is different.

The Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother were in an unusually heavy mood, this time it seemed that they had nothing to lose on the surface, and they finally succeeded in provoking a great war between the Western Sect and the Nanzhan Emperor, but no one knew that they had offended a person who should not be offended, a Nanzhan Emperor who no one would have imagined would be so powerful.

(To be continued)