Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
This day.
In front of the Lingxiao Palace in heaven, an endless black torrent gathered again.
Tens of millions of Qin warriors, the coalition forces of witches, demons, and Asuras, were quietly suspended in the void.
The front of the army.
On the Nine-Dragon Imperial Chariot, Ying Zheng and Zhao Feng, father and son, stood side by side.
Behind them, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Hou Tu, and seven newly promoted saints of the Great Qin stood in a row.
There are twelve saints in total, and their auras are connected.
The vast holy power stopped the chaotic air currents in the surrounding area from surging, as if they were completely suppressed.
Ying Zheng looked at the invincible army below, their high morale, and then glanced at the dozen or so saints beside him who were powerful enough to suppress the ages. With a surge of pride in his heart, he looked at Zhao Feng and said with a smile, "Let's begin."
Zhao Feng nodded, stepped forward, and shouted in a powerful voice: "All troops, listen to my orders!"
"Target, Zixiao Palace!"
"kill!"
Following Zhao Feng's order, hundreds of millions of troops erupted in earth-shaking roars.
"Wind! Wind! Wind!"
"Strong wind!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The desolate and ancient sound of war drums once again resounded through the sky.
Tens of thousands of void warships, with their engines roaring, turned their bows, followed the Nine Dragon Emperor's chariot, and rushed into the endless chaos.
Following closely behind was the coalition of witches, demons and Asuras.
On the Nine-Dragon Emperor's chariot, twelve saints stood guard at its side, tearing through the chaotic chaos and rushing towards the legendary Taoist temple!
This terrifying army, which brings together the top combat forces of the entire prehistoric world, can crush everything in its path.
Countless chaotic stars and broken worlds were easily crushed into powder.
Chaos does not count years.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
An ancient, magnificent palace that seemed to have existed since ancient times finally appeared at the end of everyone's sight.
Zixiao Palace!
It quietly floats in the deepest part of the chaos, surrounded by the divine light of the three thousand great laws, emitting a supreme aura that transcends everything and is above all things.
Crunch...
Just as the army was approaching the city, the door of Zixiao Palace, which had been closed for countless epochs, slowly opened.
Four figures walked out of the hall.
The leader was wearing a simple Taoist robe, his face was blurry and unclear, and his whole body was shrouded in a thick layer of divine light of the Heavenly Dao, as if he was the Heaven, he was the Dao.
It is Hongjun Daozu!
Beside him was the ethereal ruler of space, the Great Immortal Yangmei.
And the two saints, Jie Yin and Zhunti, whose faces were ashen and whose eyes were full of madness and resentment.
Four figures stood quietly in front of the Zixiao Palace, facing the army of billions that was enough to flatten the three realms, but there was no fear on their faces.
Tongtian Patriarch could no longer contain himself. He took a step forward, pointing the Qingping Sword in his hand at Jieyin and Zhunti, his murderous intent rising to the sky: "Jieyin! Zhunti! You two traitors who betrayed the prehistoric world, today is the day you will die!"
The Taoist Zhunti was provoked by the sword energy and immediately screamed, "Tongtian! Don't be so arrogant! Who will live and who will die today is still unknown!"
Zhao Feng ignored these shouts. His gaze was fixed on Hongjun from beginning to end. He said coldly, "Hongjun, do you admit your guilt?"
Hongjun's face, shrouded in the divine light of the Heavenly Dao, moved slightly, as if he was smiling: "Sin?"
"I am God, what crime have I committed?"
"But you, Zhao Feng, as a creature from the ancient world, have repeatedly gone against the will of Heaven, slaughtering saints and destroying the heavens. Each and every one of them is a grave sin!"
"Today, you led the crowd to besiege Zixiao Palace. Your crime is unforgivable!"
"Why don't you kneel down immediately and commit suicide to apologize? Then I might spare your human lineage for Taiqing's sake!"
Hongjun still spoke in that high-handed tone, as if he was in charge of the fate of all living beings.
It seemed that in his eyes, the twelve saints and the hundreds of millions of troops before him were just ants that could be crushed at will.
Zhao Feng heard this and laughed out loud: "Hahaha!"
"What a great I am God! What an unforgivable sin!"
"Hongjun, you have usurped the Heavenly Dao and plotted for eternity, intending to destroy the Great Desolation and return it to chaos. Such actions are truly heinous crimes!"
"Today, we are acting on behalf of Heaven and are here to punish you, the devil of this chaotic world!"
The moment he finished speaking, Zhao Feng stopped talking nonsense.
He took a step forward, and the terrifying aura of the eighth level of the Dao Realm exploded!
"kill!"
One word, so casual, instantly ignited the entire battlefield.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Billions of troops roared in unison.
The terrifying murderous aura that had gathered into substance turned into a blood-red ocean, sweeping towards the Zixiao Palace.
"war!"
Tongtian Sect Leader let out a long roar, and the Qingping Sword in his hand turned into a green sword rainbow that pierced through the chaos, and he was the first to kill!
Yuanshi Tianzun, Nuwa, Houtu, and the seven new saints also took action at the same time.
Eleven terrifying holy powers merged into a devastating torrent, slamming fiercely into the Zixiao Palace.
Yang Mei snorted coldly: "How can a tiny pearl shine so brightly?"
He just waved his sleeves casually.
Buzz!
In front of the Zixiao Palace, the chaotic space covering billions of miles in radius solidified in an instant.
Whether it was the bloody ocean of killing or the attacks launched by the eleven saints, they were all frozen in mid-air at this moment, unable to advance even a little bit.
There is only one exception!
Zhao Feng!
He stood before the Nine Dragon Emperor's Chariot, and the force of spatial confinement that fell on him was like a spring breeze, without causing any effect.
"Old man Yang Mei, stop being so violent and prepare to die!"
Zhao Feng shouted loudly, and his figure disappeared instantly. When he appeared again, he had already arrived in front of Yangmei Daxian.
He didn't use any magic weapon, he just simply punched out!
This punch has no mysterious rules and no complicated changes.
What we do have is the purest and most extreme power!
Wherever the fist passed, the chaotic space imprisoned by Yang Mei shattered into pieces!
Yang Mei's expression changed slightly.
He could feel that this punch contained a terrifying power that was enough to threaten his body as a Chaos Demon God.
He did not dare to delay, and his figure instantly became illusory and merged into the space behind him.
However, Zhao Feng's fist seemed to ignore the distance in space, following him like a shadow, locking onto his aura. "You are not qualified to play with space in front of me!"
The chaos in the prehistoric world still belongs to the prehistoric world.
Here, Zhao Feng can use the power of humanity and earth to combine the two forces and directly suppress Yang Mei.
at the same time.
On the other side, Saint Taiqing also moved.
He rode on a green ox, holding a crutch, and slowly walked towards the almighty Hongjun Daozu. "Daoist friend, the cause and effect between you and me should be resolved."
Hongjun looked at Taiqing who was approaching step by step. His eyes, which were devoid of any emotion, finally showed a trace of fluctuation. "Taiqing, are you really going to become my enemy just for these ants?"
The Saint Taiqing smiled slightly and waved the crutch in his hand gently, "No, I am just doing what I should do."
The moment the words fell, an exquisite Xuanhuang pagoda appeared above the head of the Taiqing Saint, and thousands of Xuanhuang auras hung down to protect his body.
Immediately afterwards, a battle formation diagram surrounded by yin and yang energies, which seemed to contain the ultimate truth, unfolded from under his feet.
Tai Chi diagram!
The scroll unfolded and turned into a golden bridge, spanning the chaos, one end connected to Taiqing, and the other end directly led to Hongjun!
boom!
The golden bridge appears across the sky, suppressing the world for eternity!
The golden bridge formed by the Tai Chi diagram seemed to contain the most original repressive power since the creation of the world. Wherever it passed, the three thousand great laws all retreated, and even the chaotic chaotic airflow was forcibly separated into clear and turbid.
Hongjun looked at the suppressing golden bridge, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.
Above his head, a broken jade disc slowly emerged, with three thousand great Dao runes flowing on it, emitting a supreme aura that surpassed all others.
Jade Disc of Creation!
"Certainly!"
Hongjun spoke the divine law and activated the Jade Disc of Creation.
Buzz!
Divine chains formed from the original laws of heaven shot out from the jade disc and instantly wrapped around the golden bridge, trying to fix it in the chaos.
However, the Sage Taiqing is not someone who can be easily dealt with.
He just watched it all calmly, and with the crutch in his hand, he gently tapped the golden bridge, "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones!"
The moment he finished speaking, three figures that looked exactly like Saint Taiqing walked out from the auspicious cloud above his head.
One of them holds the Pangu Banner, majestic and domineering.
One of them held the Zhuxian Sword, his murderous aura reaching the sky.
One holds a Tai Chi diagram, calm and inaction.
The three incarnations, together with the Taiqing Saint, attacked together. The terrifying pressures of the four, all at the half-step heavenly realm, exploded and slammed heavily onto the Jade Disc of Creation.
Snap!
Even a Chaos treasure like the Jade Disc of Creation was almost knocked away by the combined attack of four Half-Step Heavenly Dao Realm masters, whose light flashed.
And on the other side.
The battle between Zhao Feng and Yangmei Daxian has entered a white-hot stage.
"Time and space exile!"
The Great Immortal Yangmei made a hand gesture.
The space around him turned into a bizarre and chaotic zone. Countless spatial faults and time turbulences intertwined to form terrifying cages that were powerful enough to strangle a saint, and they enveloped Zhao Feng.
However, Zhao Feng was not afraid at all, "The true meaning of martial arts can break all laws!"
He let out a long roar, and the terrifying physical strength of the eighth level of the Dao Realm was pushed to the extreme.
He completely ignored the ever-changing laws of space and just swung his fists, punching again and again, frantically attacking the enveloping space-time cage.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Every time a punch landed, the entire chaos trembled violently.
The indestructible space-time cage that was powerful enough to exile a saint shattered and disintegrated into pieces under Zhao Feng's unreasonable and terrifying fist power.
"This...this is impossible!"
Yang Mei Daxian was horrified. His spatial magical power, which he was so proud of, was so vulnerable in front of the other party.
Just when he lost consciousness, Zhao Feng's figure had torn through the last spatial barrier and appeared in front of him.
"die!"
Zhao Feng threw a punch, and above his fist, the shadows of humanity and earth appeared at the same time. The two vast original forces added to it, causing the power of this punch to increase several times again!
puff!
The Great Immortal Yangmei only had time to use his real body, the shadow of the hollow willow tree, to block in front of him before he was hit hard in the chest by the punch.
The shadow of the hollow willow tree shattered in an instant.
Yang Mei flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, gushing out mouthfuls of the golden demon's blood, dyeing the chaos red.
As for Jie Yin and Zhunti, they were extremely miserable.
What they faced was the siege of Ying Zheng, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Jiaozhu, Nuwa, Hou Tu, and seven new saints.
"Tongtian! You're going too far!"
The Taoist Zhunti had disheveled hair, and the Seven Treasures Tree on his body had long been dimmed by the blows, and his saintly body was riddled with holes.
Tongtian Sect Master sneered repeatedly, the Qingping Sword in his hand never stopping, and sword lights that were strong enough to kill saints enveloped Zhunti. "Today, I will let you taste the suffering that my disciples of Jiejiao went through in the past!"
On the other side, the Saint Jie Yin was also suppressed by Yuanshi Tianzun's Pangu Banner.
Every time the chaotic energy blade that created the world fell, his guiding pagoda would tremble violently, as if it would collapse at any time.
What made him despair was.
The seven new saints formed a mysterious formation, trapping the two of them inside and cutting off all their escape routes.
Without waiting for Jie Yin to come up with a way to break the deadlock.
Xuanyuan Huangdi roared angrily, and the sword of killing in his hand turned into a black and yellow streak, bypassing Yuanshi Tianzun and going straight to the back of Jie Yin.
The Saint Jie Yin was horrified and without thinking, he summoned his own incarnation of the Good Corpse to block behind him.
However.
The incarnation of the good corpse could not even hold on for a moment in front of Xuanyuan's killing sword and was directly killed!
The sword's force did not diminish as it struck Jie Yin's back fiercely.
puff!
The Saint Jie Yin was struck by lightning, and a mouthful of golden holy blood spurted out, and his breath instantly weakened to the extreme.
Upon seeing this, Zhunti's eyes were bloodshot and he cried out in shock, "Senior Brother!"
He knew that if this continued, even if the saint was immortal, he would be exhausted to death here!
Zhunti's eyes were filled with madness: "Tongtian! Yuanshi! You forced me to do this!"
He gritted his teeth and brazenly detonated his own saintly body!
Boom!
How terrifying is the power of a saint's self-destruction?
The entire chaotic battlefield trembled violently.
The blockade formation set up by the seven new saints was forcibly blasted open by the impact of this devastating energy.
The Saint Jie Yin looked at the gap that was blown open, his eyes filled with grief and anger.
But he knew that this was the only chance of survival that his junior fellow apprentice had bought him with his life.
He didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, and turned into a stream of light, ready to escape through the gap.
However, a huge hand had already been waiting there.
It’s Zhao Wu.
The shadow of the Six Paths of Samsara Seal behind him shone brightly, transforming into a dragnet that instantly enveloped Jie Yin's escaping soul. "Want to leave? Did you ask me?"
And at the same time.
At the place where Zhunti self-destructed, his body began to re-condense.
He is a saint of the Heavenly Dao, and his true spirit is placed in the Heavenly Dao. As long as the Heavenly Dao is not destroyed, he will be immortal.
However.
Just when he was about to be resurrected, a calm voice came from a distance: "You still want to be resurrected in front of me?"
...(End of this chapter)
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