There are saints in Zhongshengzhou, this is beyond doubt, and Zixiaoyu Tiangong is one of the top forces in the Holy Continent. In addition to the immortals who ascended to the fairyland, there are also a large number of saints sitting in the Tiangong.
This is also the heritage that Tiangong has preserved over the years.
However, because the power that Yin Sheng used to seal Beizhou has not completely dissipated, the saints of Zhongshengzhou dare not come to Beizhou easily. Although they cannot come in person, some power condensed by secret methods can be projected in another way.
Just like this finger in front of you.
Fingers that were hundreds of feet thick fell from the space vortex above the sky like pillars reaching the sky, and pointed fiercely at Taixuan Sect.
Everyone's expression suddenly changed.
"Damn it, this guy really wants to kill Taixuan!" Nangong screamed and turned around and ran away.
Qing Jiu and Zhuan Lun Wang on the side also turned around and ran. Although this method of a saint that spans two realms could not kill them, it would also make them very embarrassed.
Ying Yu was forced to use this trump card in the first encounter. He must have been completely enraged. No one would be interested in confronting a peak-level Hedao cultivator head-on with all his strength.
"This guy... actually attracted the attack of a saint!" Hou Yi's face changed. "Second Brother, we can't let this finger fall, otherwise the entire Taixuan will be destroyed!"
Xing Tian grunted, and the muscles on his body bulged like a dragon. His body, which was originally only a hundred feet tall, suddenly grew again. At the same time, the rich power of starlight gathered in his right hand and turned into a battle axe that was more than a hundred feet in size. The black edge carried the meaning of annihilation that severed the laws.
"Giant phase, open the sky!"
clang!
A sound of metal was heard, and the black axe blade drew a thin black line above Taixuan Zong, soaring into the sky and fiercely chopping on the saint's finger.
After a brief stalemate, the black axe blade began to dissolve at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, the saint's finger that reached through the sky and the earth began to crack layer by layer.
Blocked!
In the distance, Ying Yu, with disheveled hair, was surprised. "Impossible! How could you possibly block the hand of the Saint?"
Xing Tian didn't say anything, but a sinister smile flashed across his rough face.
This was not the first time that the disciples of Jiufeng faced a saint. Although the finger in front of them was even stronger than the entire left hand of Taiyi Daozun, how could the disciples of Jiufeng not make progress?
"break!"
Amidst the roar, the black axe blade dissipated, and the saint's finger that pierced the sky and the earth crumbled like earth and rock, falling from mid-air.
"This is so fucking incredible..." Nangong was shocked. "Damn it, I underestimated these natives. How could such a powerful younger generation emerge in the Northern Continent, which has been sealed for ten thousand years..."
Xing Tian, who was hundreds of feet tall, suddenly turned around and looked at Ying Yu with a grim smile on his face. Houyi floated onto Xing Tian's shoulder, and a silver-white longbow appeared in the palm of his hand. He bent the bow and drew the string, and a brilliant star-like arrow condensed on the bowstring. Then he let go and shot it out.
Almost at the same time, the void dozens of miles away was torn apart, and violent lightning flashed, but Ying Yu's figure was no longer there.
Ying Yu, who came from the Purple Sky Realm Heavenly Palace and was the descendant of Emperor Donghua, escaped before he even met Li Changan!
After a brief silence, the emotions that had been suppressed to the extreme began to rebound and explode throughout Taixuan Sect. Many people shouted in surprise, expressing their surprise, admiration, and even gratitude for surviving the disaster. Jiufeng's reputation instantly reached its peak in a hundred years.
Nangong of the Temple narrowed his eyes slightly. Although the foundation of Taixuan Jiufeng was average, the performance of the disciples of Jiufeng was beyond his expectations. Even if he had been in this situation just now, he would not have dared to say that he could take the saint's finger intact. However, the disciples of Taixuan Jiufeng not only took it, but also almost killed Ying Yu.
Of course, he also discovered something else at the same time.
Just now, Taixuan Sect was almost destroyed, but Chen Bailou, the head of Taixuan Sect, never showed up. This is a bit unbelievable.
After a brief silence, Qing Jiu from the Seven Killings Hall came over and clasped his fists slightly.
"Qinggang Territory's Seven Killing Hall, congratulations to Taixuan for inheriting the sword!"
Nangong chuckled and stroked his hair naturally. "Since coming to Beizhou, the phrase I've heard the most is that Beizhou talents come from Taixuan, and Taixuan talents come from Jiufeng. The shocking scene just now really opened my eyes."
He then clasped his hands together and said, "The Holy Yuan Domain Temple congratulates Taixuan on his inheritance of the sword!"
Jiang Xuan sneered disdainfully, "Who was it just now that was clamoring to help the trash from the Heavenly Palace and destroy my entire Taixuan clan?"
Nangong was stunned, his face filled with anger. "Fuck, who the hell is so blind as to embarrass Taixuan? Tell me, I don't believe I can't smash his head off..."
The corners of Jiang Xuan's mouth twitched.
This kind of face, really feels a bit familiar...
When Jiang Xuan turned his gaze to the other side, he found that the Wheel King who had been hiding in the distance had disappeared. It seemed that he had failed to persuade Ying Yu to deal with Taixuan, so he ran away.
I don’t know who Danyun Zhenren, who had been hiding there before, came out and bowed.
"You are all guests from afar, and are staying temporarily in Taixuan. Tomorrow we will hold the Taixuan Sword Inheritance Conference."
With just a few words, he put an end to everything that had happened before.
The Sword Inheritance Conference must be held, not only because it is a thousand-year-old tradition of the Taixuan Sect, but also because this Sword Inheritance Conference has extraordinary significance.
But Zhenren Danyun realized that Beizhou was in chaos.
Just like today, no one knows what kind of enemy Taixuan Sect will face tomorrow, so the Sword Inheritance Conference can only be held as soon as possible.
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