"It's just a shadow, not the return of the real body of the old saint. Why do you have the right to fight with me?" Wang Zesheng's right hand was huge and boundless, and it suddenly fell down in the shape of a roc's claw.
The space twisted and collapsed, the river of time was hazy, as if it was quickly evaporated by AIT. He suddenly grabbed a black lake.
Endless holy fire burned, illuminating the highest spiritual world. Paper Saint Miao Zhen was tall and slender, wearing armor, and her body sacrificed the most important holy object of the dojo.
It was a fire, not something created by magic, but a real thing, and there were shadows all around, with several phantom figures sitting around it.
Among them, some people were crying, burning paper, and whispering around the fire, and there was a child wandering around in the distance.
"The phantom of the old saint? What's the point? You can try calling out the real body of the old saint." Wang Zesheng was fearless and didn't care.
Now, when he took a step forward, a vast black area appeared all over his body. This time his body expanded dramatically, and his right hand stretched out like the claw of Kunpeng covering the entire universe.
With a loud bang, he directly grabbed the fire of extraordinary origin. It was the extraordinary holy fire of origin ignited by the old saint, and he dared to grab it with his bare hands.
The other three naturally took action at the same time. Facing such a vicious enemy, such a powerful and tyrannical man, they all felt heavy-hearted. They guessed that this might be the creature on the first half of the must-kill list!
Shadow, and then knocked another one off with his palm.
"hiss!
Even though the four true saints appeared very calm and indifferent, there were still people who couldn't help but inhale the mythological factor. This devil-like man was so fierce and powerful that it made people feel cold in their hearts.
Earlier, they attacked together, trying to suppress his sword swing, but he put it down on his own initiative and no longer used it, but his fighting power increased.
This gave them an illusion that the man with the knife was an unparalleled swordsman, but the man who put down the long knife was even more terrifying, as if he had turned into an unparalleled murderer. In the endless deep space, the mechanical Tengu bared his teeth, but did not speak out. In his heart, there was not just one ruthless man, but a pair, and one had not come out yet.
It speculated that if the people behind the Four Saints had not appeared in time, a saint might have died today!
It believed that its "sense of smell" was unparalleled, and it could sense the situation here before anyone else, and other supreme beings might not know about it yet. This was the truth, the reason why the Demon Court True Saint could sense it was because he had a deep entanglement and cause and effect with Wang Zesheng, and he also controlled a special demon tripod.
Wang Zesheng stretched out his hand, and the giant claws changed into giant palms, and then changed into fists. He struck hard, destroying the lights of the four saints' spells and shaking off their weapons.
With the sound of bangs, he successively crushed the horrific black shadows left by the old saint beside the fire, and either smashed them instantly or exploded them directly, and shattered the fire of extraordinary origin.
The flames scattered all over the sky, the ashes were scattered, and the whole fire was half destroyed. Even if it was put together again, it was completely dim and far less brilliant than before. In addition, almost all the figures around the fire had dispersed, leaving only a child with tear marks on his face in the distance, who seemed to be standing on the edge of the sky and looking over here.
The opponent was so powerful that the hearts of the four true saints sank.
Although the True Saint is difficult to kill, it also depends on who he is facing. Just like this strong man standing in the dark realm, he makes them feel extremely uneasy.
Especially the Tattooed True Saint, he clearly felt that the other party was mainly coming for him!
In fact, the supreme magic here has never stopped. Now it is their turn to hope for someone to intervene. Now they can only fight with all their strength and wait for a turnaround.
The True Saint of Guixu Daochang evolved the forbidden Dao rules and used his strongest trump card. The others also cooperated. Suddenly, a golden
A colorful funnel appeared, swallowing everything, absorbing all things, spinning and suppressing Wang Zesheng.
Silently, a huge umbrella appeared above Lao Wang's head and slowly turned, causing the highest golden funnel to stop for a moment.
clang!
Wang Zesheng drew his sword again, and this time the black sword went straight into the golden funnel. He stirred it violently, and accompanied by the roar of the great Dao waves hitting the universe, the funnel composed of the supreme Dao rhyme disintegrated and exploded completely.
Guixu Zhensheng groaned, and a few blood flowers splashed between his eyebrows. His forehead bone was actually cracked, and an inexplicable Taoist injury appeared.
At the same time, the hairs on the body of the Tattooed Saint stood up in fear. He knew that the opponent had completely locked onto him and was going to kill him this time. In the distance, the True Saint Wu Jie was watching the battle. Although he looked very old, he was full of fighting spirit and couldn't help but want to take action.
He felt that no matter what, he could not watch the helper fight the enemy alone.
However, he didn't want to go against the other party's wishes, and it would be inappropriate to just rush in.
Then he stared at the last incarnation of Guixu True Saint Zimudao on the side.
The most important incarnations of Shichuan and Zimudao, the True Saints of Shiguangtian, were killed, but they each left one, ready to use as a hope for rebirth when necessary.
At this moment, True Saint Wu Jie was extremely brave and increased his combat power to the limit of his life. He rushed towards Zi Mudao's incarnation who was wandering outside the battlefield, ready to escape at any time.
The old saint who has lived for 5 centuries,
There is naturally no shortage of magic and taboo methods. Now it is like living a second life. He attacks with all his strength, targeting an incarnation, and naturally shows his advantages.
Bang! Bang!
"I can really fight for another 500 years!" He rushed forward, fought fiercely with his palms, and successfully slapped the other party in the face.
In the distance, in the center of the battlefield, Tattooed Saint groaned, and his real right arm was cut off by a sword light that illuminated the universe, and holy blood gushed out.
"Everyone, it's the moment of supreme destiny. There is no choice. We need to go all out. Either we kill him, or we will be killed and our blood will splatter all over the highest spiritual world." Tattooed Saint shouted quickly.
For a moment, the four blood-stained saints all shone with the most dazzling light, as if four mythical suns were rising slowly, radiating the texture of the sky and all things, which was extremely dazzling.
"You, it's time to get going." Wang Zesheng stared at the tattooed saint. His black long sword floated up and hung above his head. At the same time, a prayer wheel appeared there. Then the black sword moved the prayer wheel, making it rotate, and a chanting sound shocked the saints.
There are seven or eight volumes of scriptures in the sutra cylinder, each of which reflects Wang Zesheng's own image, and each volume of scriptures represents his journey of nine destructions and rebirths.
The knife turned the prayer wheel, emitting a grand sound of Taoism, and sacred ripples spread out, as if to purify the world. However, at this moment, the four saints were horrified and felt that they were in a desperate situation!
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