"Merit Golden Lotus? Hmph, Merit Golden Lotus is the treasure of my Western Bliss, how can I give it to others? Poor Dao has not been angry for many years, it does not mean that Poor Dao will not move his liver! Poor Dao is polite to you, that is the importance that Poor Dao attaches to you, since you are so ignorant of good and bad, then, destroy it!" Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"No matter who you are, if you dare to be presumptuous to the saint, then accept the sanction of the saint!" In this world, the saint is high, and absolutely no one has the courage to offend the saint, not even the quasi-saint second only to the saint.

Here, the saint, is the heavens!

The right hand of the Zhun Ti Saint waved out unhurriedly, and the seven-colored light almost illuminated the heaven and earth. The mana of the saint is as vast as the sea, endless, and all of them are condensed in this seven-colored light.

"Amitabha, in the name of this holy Zhun Ti saint, I will help you ascend to the world of bliss!" As soon as these words came out, the Zhun Ti saint exerted his mana to the limit, striving to take down the person in front of him as quickly as possible. He is a thief, after all, this place still belongs to the territory under the jurisdiction of Nuwa. He, a Western saint, is sneaking around here, and even if he doesn't do anything, he will inevitably fall into the talk, not to mention, what he has really done.

This Nuwa Niangniang, who has never lived in seclusion, has not many people are willing to offend her. It sounds like Nuwa Niangniang, who has become holy by merit, doesn't seem to be very strong, and the demon clan she leads is also going downhill. But it is undeniable that the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the current demon clan is definitely not much weaker than the Buddhism, a congenital sect that has just flourished, not to mention, Nuwa Niangniang is still the Virgin Niangniang respected by everyone in the human race.

No one has ever seen Nuwa Niangniang's fierce shot. The only time she did it herself, she just used multicolored stones to make up the sky, and no one could see how much Nuwa Niangniang's true skills were. For countless years, even the eldest disciple of the Dao Ancestor, the first disciple of the saint, the Taiqing saint Taishang Laojun, was unwilling to offend Nuwa Niangniang easily.

Although the Zhun Ti Saint is also a saint, his self-questioning skills are much inferior to that of Taishang Laojun, because he would rather give up a master who may join the Western Elysium, but also leave this place as quickly as possible, and at the same time not leave the handle.

Seven-colored light surrounded from all directions, and the strong sense of oppression had a feeling that made it difficult to breathe, as if even this small world could no longer escape from the palm of the Zhun Ti Saint.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

The seven-colored light was so intense that even the Zhun Ti Saint couldn't see what was going on. But in his opinion, if he is a saint in person, is it possible that he can't help but be a little-known person?

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!" a strange sound suddenly reached the ears of the Zhun Ti saint. Although there were doubts in his heart, he was relieved to see that it was still full of seven-colored light in half the sky, and his heart beat unconsciously, as if something uneasy was about to happen.

"Buzz!"

"Sting!" With a crisp and loud sound, the seven-colored light was like a rag, which was cut by someone with a knife. The scattered light turned into a dense rain of light, falling on the mortal dust.

"Brush!", the Zhun Ti Sage seemed to have a premonition of something, and his head shifted to the left. Sure enough, a golden sword wind whistled along the original position of his head, and he didn't forget to take a few of his hairs with him before leaving.

The light dissipated, and a short pig-killing knife kept swirling near the index finger of Mu Ran's right hand. The speed of the pig-killing knife is getting faster and faster, almost to the point where it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"You, who are you?" Still in the fright of the sword wind just now, the Zhun Ti Saint seemed to feel a cold feeling on the right side of his head constantly invading him.

"Have you really forgotten me? The legendary Zhun Ti sage of 'When the Great Awakening Golden Immortal is the Second Person, the Western Mystic Dharma Ancestor Bodhi'? I remember that when you wanted to kill me, you were really happy, very happy! Now, I'm just here to get my things back!"

The pig-killing knife was taken out of his hand in an instant, it was obviously a short knife, but now it was like a hidden weapon, rampage in the air, flying wantonly, so fast that the Zhun Ti Saint didn't have time to react at all!

"Thorn, stab, stab!" Seven times in a row, a bright red blood flower bloomed on the hands, feet, neck, abdomen, and eyebrows of the Zhun Ti saint. The color of blood soon infected the clothes of the Zhunti saint.

"No, no, it's not true, it's not!" The Seven Treasures Tree with terrifying power in his hand was clearly in his hand, but the Zhun Ti Saint didn't know how to use him at all. He only knew that, it seemed, death was not too far away from him.

Does a saint die? He didn't know, and no one even thought about it, how could a saint be associated with the word death. Since he had his own thoughts, it seems that the saint is the spokesman of the way of heaven, immortal and immortal, and will exist forever.

"After all these years, you still haven't changed, Zhun Ti. I won't kill you, go back and tell the lead, prepare the twelve merits and golden lotus to wait for me. Otherwise, even if Hongjun comes in person, he won't want to keep you. Dropping this sentence, Mu Ran snapped his fingers, and the pig-killing knife that was still hovering in mid-air flew back into his hand at an extremely fast speed.

After a burst of golden light, Mu Ran's whole person turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared in front of the eyes of the quasi-retired saint for some reason.

If this is really the Earth, then I'm just an outsider. Destroying any of these points of history would result in me having no way to return to my world at all. Lead, quasi-mention, count you lucky. You are supposed to exist. Mu Ran's heart silently recited.

In the central world, many people who should have existed are like walking corpses, stupidly standing in the places where they used to be. They have no movement, no behavior, no difference from puppets.

A hundred years, a thousand years have passed, and their bodies have not rotted because of the passage of time, and their bodies have not been broken by the erosion of time, and bursts of purple light continue to surround them, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, but never extinguished.

If a person has no ability to be autonomous, no life force, of course, he can no longer be called a human being, even if he is not dead. In the same way, so many kingdoms, forces, sects, and Taoist systems exist in the central world, and the loss of human domination is equivalent to cease to exist.

Without vitality, can this central world still be called a world?

"Master, why do you want to do this?" Although the red-shirted man has always been wild and uninhibited, he has never understood that if there are no people, then what is the meaning of this world? For him, there is no chance to play, isn't it only more boring?

"We did as our master commanded. So what does it have to do with us when the people of this world are all dead? As long as the master is willing, even if it is to open up a new world, it is not impossible. The yellow-haired man pinched his withered yellow hair and laughed strangely.

"That's right, what do you want to do, what the master asks, we just do it. Let's it!"

"Bang!" the two cups collided gently in the darkness.