Boom!
Three completely different supreme forces collided violently in the chaos!
The entire chaos seemed to have been paused.
Immediately following.
Snap!
An extremely crisp shattering sound resounded in the ears of every saint.
The divine light of creation, which was said to be invulnerable to all kinds of attacks and was formed by the laws of the three thousand great ways, actually had a clear crack under the joint attack of Zhao Feng and Taiqing!
Hongjun was shocked and screamed, "This is impossible!"
However.
Without waiting for any reaction from him.
Yuanshi Tianzun's Pangu Banner, Tongtian Jiaozhu's Qingping Sword, Ying Zheng, Nuwa, Hou Tu and the seven new saints' full-strength attacks have arrived one after another!
boom!
The divine light of creation, which was already full of cracks, could no longer hold on and shattered!
The endless attacks completely overwhelmed Hongjun.
puff!
Hongjun's newly reshaped Taoist body could not withstand this devastating attack for even a moment, and exploded into a bloody mist again.
His primordial spirit, which had merged with the Jade Disc of Creation, also glowed dimly.
"Cut off his path, not his body!"
The voice of Saint Taiqing rang in Zhao Feng's ears.
Zhao Feng understood what he meant. He took a big step forward, ignoring the violent energy turbulence, and grabbed the dimly lit Jade Disc of Creation!
"Get out here!"
Zhao Feng roared, and the terrifying power of the ninth level of the Dao Realm, combined with the authority of humanity and earth, madly poured into the Jade Disc of Creation.
He actually wanted to forcibly separate Hongjun's soul that was placed in it!
"ah!"
Hongjun let out a scream that was extremely shrill.
He could feel that the connection between himself, the Way of Heaven, and the Jade Disc of Creation was being forcibly severed by an irresistible force!
Snap!
There was another crisp sound.
An illusory figure was actually pulled out from the Jade Disc of Creation by Zhao Feng!
That figure was Hongjun’s original soul!
"No!"
Hongjun's soul let out a desperate roar.
Tongtian Sect Master had been waiting for a long time, and he swung the Qingping sword in his hand without hesitation!
puff!
Hongjun's soul was cut in half by a sword.
Immediately following.
Yuanshi Tianzun's Pangu Banner, Hou Tu Niangniang's power of reincarnation, the seven new saints' holy torrents...
The endless attacks completely submerged the broken soul.
This Taoist ancestor who had planned for eternity and treated the entire prehistoric world as a chessboard, was destroyed in both body and soul!
However.
At the moment when Hongjun's soul completely dissipated, a purple air that was a billion times more obscure than Yang Mei's true spirit shot out from the core of the explosion and instantly merged into the deepest part of the chaos and disappeared.
And the system prompt sounded again in Zhao Feng's mind.
[Host successfully killed Tiandao Hongjun, gaining 10,000 points in all attributes! ]
[The host successfully killed the Chaos Demon God Yangmei Daxian and obtained a ninth-level treasure chest x1! ]
[Host successfully killed Tiandao Hongjun and obtained 1 ninth-level treasure chest! ]
His cultivation level skyrocketed again, and finally stabilized at the terrifying realm of 99,999 points!
At this time.
Tongtian Sect Master also noticed Hongjun's escaping soul and immediately shouted: "Where are you going, Hongjun!"
Holding the Qingping Sword, he was ready to chase after the culprit and completely destroy him to ashes.
However, Zhao Feng stopped him: "Master, Hongjun is already a lost dog. His primordial spirit has been damaged and he can no longer stir up trouble. The most urgent task is to save Honghuang."
When the saints heard this, their slightly relaxed mood tensed up again.
They were moved and looked towards the direction of Honghuang.
The ancient world that was once full of vitality and filled with fairy spirit is now riddled with holes and on the verge of destruction.
Above the sky.
There were huge and hideous holes, with chaotic energy pouring in, destroying all life.
On the earth, mountains and rivers collapsed, rivers and seas flowed backwards, and endless magma gushed out from the depths of the earth.
Turn billions of miles of mountains and rivers into scorched earth.
Ying Zheng stood on the Nine-Dragon Imperial Chariot, looking at the country he had just unified, which had turned into its current state. In his imperial eyes, which looked down upon the world, a raging rage burned.
"Return to the prehistoric world!"
The Nine-Dragon Imperial Chariot changed direction and was the first to rush towards the broken world.
The saints followed closely behind, their hearts extremely heavy.
When they actually descended upon the ancient land, they felt the horror of this catastrophe more vividly.
The spiritual energy is dissipating, the laws are collapsing, and the foundation of the entire world seems to be shaken.
Saint Taiqing looked at the world, and for the first time, a deep sense of powerlessness appeared on his calm and inactive face.
He calculated with his fingers, but the destiny was in chaos and he could not see any future at all.
Yuanshi Tianzun's face turned ashen.
He looked at the countless lives struggling in the disaster and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, is there any way to save them?"
Sage Taiqing slowly shook his head, "It's difficult, too difficult."
"What Hongjun detonated was the origin of the Heavenly Dao, the foundation and core of the entire prehistoric world."
"This move is tantamount to removing the fuel from under the cauldron, severing any possibility of the prehistoric world repairing itself."
"Even if the saints like us join forces to stabilize the earth, wind, water, and fire, we can only delay its complete collapse, but cannot fundamentally solve the problem."
Hearing Taiqing's words, all the saints present felt a chill in their hearts.
Even the Saint Taiqing said that there is no way, so isn't this world really going to be finished?
Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi looked at his people wailing in the lava and flood, his tiger eyes filled with tears, and roared to the sky, "Old thief Hongjun! My human race and you will never forgive each other!"
Nuwa's face was also filled with sorrow.
She raised the map of mountains, rivers, and the country, and the scroll unfolded, turning into a boundless world, taking in the creatures who were still struggling to survive and preserving their last bloodline.
The Queen Mother Hou Tu descended directly into the Nine Netherworlds and transformed herself into the Wheel of Reincarnation. Her majestic body radiated boundless divine light, suppressing the Wheel of Reincarnation that was about to completely collapse.
But as Taiqing said, all of this is just a drop in the bucket.
Just as all the saints were feeling a surge of despair, Ying Zheng said, "Why are you panicking?"
"The sky is falling, I will hold it up for you!"
"All Saints, listen to my orders!"
"From now on, everyone will return to their positions and do their utmost to stabilize the four corners of the Great Desolation, suppress the earth, wind, water, and fire, and buy time for me and the Great Qin!"
Ying Zheng's voice instantly made the saints find their backbone.
"My lord, I obey the order!"
The first of the seven new saints of the Great Qin Dynasty to bow in agreement.
The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Houtu also looked at each other and nodded slightly to Ying Zheng.
The next moment.
The twelve saints transformed into twelve divine lights that penetrated heaven and earth and flew to all directions of the prehistoric world.
The Saint Taiqing held the exquisite pagoda of heaven and earth on his head and held the Tai Chi diagram in his hand, which turned into a golden bridge to stabilize the eastern sky that was about to collapse.
Yuanshi Tianzun stood in the west, holding the Pangu Banner. Every time he waved it, he would open up the chaotic energy that was pouring in and evolve it into earth, wind, water and fire.
Tongtian Sect Master sat in the north, holding the Qingping Sword in his hand, blocking the raging chaotic torrent alone.
Nuwa flew to the south, sacrificed the Qiankun Ding, refined the five-colored magic stones, and began to repair the broken sky.
Zhen Yuanzi stepped on the Book of Earth, transformed into a Dharma body that was billions of feet tall, and held up the sinking Southern Continent with both hands.
Fuxi, Xuanyuan, Shennong, the Five Emperors...
Every saint is trying his best and displaying his magical powers to try to save this world that is on the verge of destruction.
However.
Just when everyone was rushing to save the world, Zhao Feng's figure quietly disappeared from the spot.
He did not repair the sky, nor did he suppress the earth.
His sight penetrated through layers of shattered space and fell on the source of destruction of the entire prehistoric world.
The place where the way of heaven originates!
There, he felt two faint auras slowly recovering with the help of the remaining origin of the Heavenly Dao.
The core of the prehistoric world, the origin of the way of heaven.
This place is a holy place where the laws of the three thousand great ways are intertwined, and it is the center of the operation of the entire world.
But at this moment, there was only chaos.
The violent energy turbulence tore through every inch of space.
The broken fragments of laws float aimlessly in the void.
In the center of this destruction and chaos, two extremely illusory souls were greedily absorbing the last bit of the original power of the Heavenly Dao, trying to reshape their saintly bodies.
It was Jie Yin and Zhunti who were beaten to pieces by the saints in front of Zixiao Palace.
They are worthy of being called the Saints of Heaven. Even in such a desperate situation, they still relied on a slight connection with the origin of Heaven to retain a trace of immortal true spirit.
It just so happened that Hongjun detonated the Heavenly Dao, and the entire prehistoric world was destroyed. The dissipated original power became the best nourishment for their recovery.
"Brother, hurry up! Faster!"
An urgent wave of thought emanated from Zhunti's soul. "As long as we can rebuild our holy bodies, we can take advantage of this great catastrophe to escape into the depths of chaos. He might even have a chance to make a comeback someday!"
Jie Yin's soul also shone with light, "Heaven will not destroy my Buddhist sect! Heaven will not destroy my Buddhist sect!"
However.
Just when they thought they were about to escape.
A figure in white appeared in the sky above this land of origin without any warning.
The souls of Jie Yin and Zhunti both trembled violently the moment they saw that figure.
Zhunti's soul screamed in extreme terror, "Zhao... Zhao Feng!"
They just couldn't understand why this evil star appeared here at this critical moment when all the saints were busy trying to save the world!
Zhao Feng didn't say anything, but just took a step and walked towards them slowly, step by step.
With every step he took, the aura he exuded became stronger.
That extremely pure martial arts will turned into an invisible pressure, causing the souls of Jie Yin and Zhunti to tremble violently, as if they would collapse at any time.
Zhunti could no longer bear this terrifying pressure. His illusory soul actually knelt down in front of Zhao Feng, "Martial Ancestor, spare my life! Martial Ancestor, spare my life!"
"We...we were deceived by Hongjun, which is why we are enemies of the Qin Dynasty!"
"I beg Martial Ancestor, for the sake of being a fellow creature of the prehistoric world, to spare our lives!"
"We are willing to swear a great oath to serve the Great Qin for eternity, without any second thoughts!"
Jie Yin also reacted and quickly echoed, "Amitabha, Martial Ancestor, may you have mercy!"
"My two brothers and I are willing to give up all our cultivation, hoping to retain a trace of our true spirit, reincarnate, and atone for the heinous sins we have committed!"
The two men sang in unison, their words were sincere, and their attitude was extremely humble. There was no trace of the dignity of a saint left.
However.
Zhao Feng was not moved at all.
His calm eyes were without any ripples, as if he was looking at two insignificant dead people.
"Begging for mercy now?"
"It's too late."
Zhunti panicked and shouted, "Zhao Feng! You can't kill us! We are saints of the Heavenly Dao. As long as the Heavenly Dao is immortal, we will be immortal! If you kill us, you will consume the origin of the Great Desolation!"
Zhao Feng laughed out loud upon hearing this, "Immortality?"
He raised his hand and clenched it violently. The remaining source of Heaven's Way that was being absorbed by Jie Yin and Zhunti was forcibly extracted and gathered in Zhao Feng's palm, turning into a gray ball of light.
"You still want to use the power of Heaven to resurrect in front of me?"
"What a fool's dream!"
puff!
Without the support of the origin of Heaven, the spirits of Jie Yin and Zhunti instantly became more illusory, as if they would disappear at any time.
Zhunti knew he would die today. His illusory soul suddenly burned up and turned into a gray streak of light. He charged towards Zhao Feng, "Zhao Feng! You're going too far! I'll fight you!"
However.
Zhao Feng just casually pointed his finger at the incoming light.
laugh!
A soft sound.
The soul that contained the last resentment and power of Zhunti exploded, and under Zhao Feng's finger, it was annihilated silently like a bubble being popped.
Not even a ripple appeared.
"Junior brother!"
Jie Yin looked at the completely dissipated Zhunti, turned his head suddenly, and stared at Zhao Feng intently, "Zhao Feng! You destroyed my Buddhist sect today and killed my junior brother. For this hatred and resentment, I, Jie Yin, will never let you go even if I turn into a fierce ghost!"
"Really?" Zhao Feng sneered, "What a pity, you don't even have the chance to be a ghost."
The moment he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers.
A golden flame shot out from his fingertips and instantly landed on Jie Yin's soul.
"ah!"
The extremely shrill screams resounded throughout the entire land of origin.
That was not ordinary fire, but real fire condensed by Zhao Feng with his own martial arts will and human merits, which was specifically used to burn the primordial spirit.
Jie Yin's soul melted away bit by bit under the burning of the golden flame.
"I... am unwilling..."
With a final unwilling roar, all traces of this Western leader, one of the two former Buddhist saints, were completely wiped out from this world.
At this moment, the system prompt sounds rang in Zhao Feng's mind one after another.
[The host successfully killed the Heavenly Dao Saint Jie Yin and obtained 1 eighth-level treasure chest! ]
[The host successfully killed the Heavenly Saint Zhunti and obtained 1 eighth-level treasure chest! ]
Zhao Feng casually put the two treasure chests emitting a mysterious aura into his pocket, but there was no joy on his face.
Now there is a huge problem waiting for him.
He turned and looked at Honghuang.
Thanks to the efforts of a group of saints, the destruction of the ancient world was barely contained.
...(End of this chapter)
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