"Amitabha."
Monk Jie Chi raised his fat hand and waved it gently, and a soft Buddha light dispelled the oncoming energy ripples.
"puff!"
Above the Nine Heavens, Xiao Dingtian, who had just escaped from death, felt a sharp pain in his soul as if it was being torn apart.
His natal holy sword was destroyed, and he suffered a severe backlash!
A mouthful of old blood spurted out, his breath instantly weakened, and his whole body fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.
"boom!"
It fell heavily into the ruins of the Xuanqing Holy Land.
The whole world was in dead silence.
In the distant void, the powerful onlookers looked at the Xuanqing Holy Land that was razed to the ground, and they were all silent.
Ye Chen stood in the air, holding the Jinghong Sword in his hand.
His face was pale, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and his torn robes moved without wind.
After an unknown amount of time, the destructive energy storm finally subsided.
"He, single-handedly, destroyed an entire holy land!"
Among the powerful people watching in the distant void, a horrified voice broke the deathly silence.
"Immortal…Immortal Emperor…destroyed a holy land?"
"That's an immortal Taoist tradition that has been passed down for billions of years!"
"Gulp... Xiao Dingtian, a late-stage Quasi-Saint ancestor, was just... defeated by an Immortal Emperor just like that?"
"I'm not dreaming, am I? With the cultivation of an Immortal Emperor, I defeated a Saint! This... How is this possible!"
"The world is about to change! From today on, the saying 'all below the saint are ants' has been rewritten by him alone!"
Everyone's face was filled with shock that overturned their cognition.
From today onwards, Ye Chen’s name is destined to resound throughout the entire upper fairyland!
"puff!"
Ye Chen spat out another large mouthful of blood, his whole body became unstable, and he fell downwards like a small boat.
Although he defeated Xiao Dingtian, he also paid a huge price. His spiritual power was disordered and he was seriously injured.
"Buzz!"
The Jinghong Sword broke away from Ye Chen's palm and instantly flew to Ye Chen's feet, supporting his shaky body steadily.
Slowly landed on a piece of ruins not far away.
Ye Chen landed on the ground with both feet, staggered, and almost fell again.
“Ahem…”
Not far away, in the ruins, Xiao Dingtian struggled to get up, coughing up holy blood mixed with internal organ fragments.
His hair was disheveled, his eyes were red, and he stared at Ye Chen with hatred.
“Hahaha! Hahahaha!”
Xiao Dingtian suddenly laughed wildly towards the sky, his laughter was crazy.
"Boy, do you think you won?"
"Everyone below the saint is an ant! How can a saint die so easily?"
"You are exhausted and have no strength to fight anymore. Wait for death!"
Xiao Dingtian's face was bloodthirsty and his expression was distorted.
"Once I have extracted your innate Dao body, I will definitely extract your spirit and soul, and burn it with holy fire day and night, so that you will never be able to be reborn!"
He raised his hand, and a long sword condensed from holy energy appeared in his hand.
The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and he walked towards Ye Chen step by step.
Facing the approaching Xiao Dingtian, Ye Chen raised his eyelids and a sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah?"
"You think... you can really kill me?"
Ye Chen's voice was extremely cold.
As soon as he finished speaking, a night-blooming cereus that caused all things to wither condensed in his palm again, emitting a terrifying aura of heavenly punishment.
"you……!"
Xiao Dingtian's footsteps suddenly stopped.
“No… Impossible!”
The madness and bloodthirstiness on his face froze instantly, replaced by horror and fear.
The red eyes stared at the flower of death in Ye Chen's palm.
He couldn't imagine that after exhausting all his strength, Ye Chen could still condense such a devastating weapon.
"You...you actually still..."
Xiao Dingtian's teeth were chattering in fear.
"No! I'm a saint! You can't kill me!"
"You can't kill a saint!"
Under the absolute threat of death, his pride and dignity as a saint were crushed.
He was completely scared.
Ye Chen looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person.
"So what if he's a saint?"
"Today, I, Ye Chen, will kill the Saint!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the flower in his palm slowly rose up and shot towards Xiao Dingtian.
"No!"
Xiao Dingtian's soul was about to escape his body, and he let out a terrified scream. The fear of death overwhelmed him like a tide.
At this moment, he felt extremely regretful and wondered why he had coveted the innate Taoist body.
He hated his good-for-nothing great-grandson even more, wondering why he would provoke Ye Chen, such a ruthless man.
However, it was too late, the flower of death was already before their eyes.
At this critical moment!
A figure appeared in front of Xiao Dingtian without warning and stretched out his hand casually.
The fleeting beauty that contained the blast of heavenly punishment landed lightly in his palm without exploding.
The person who came was an old man with white hair and beard. He was wearing a simple gray Taoist robe and had an immortal look.
He looks like an ordinary person with no cultivation.
"Return to the original state! A saint who has attained enlightenment!"
Ye Chen's heart sank suddenly.
This is definitely not a lack of cultivation, but the supreme state of Tao that can only be displayed by the Yuanshi Saint who has already attained enlightenment.
"Master, Master!"
When Xiao Dingtian saw the fear and regret on the face of the person who came, they disappeared immediately and he became excited. He would not die.
"Um!"
The old man responded indifferently, holding the night-blooming cereus that was powerful enough to destroy the world in his palm and playing with it as if he was appreciating a work of art.
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