Kunpeng seems to be almost at the end of his strength. Could it be that Kunpeng will die on the spot today, even if he has great ambitions, he will not be able to display them, and even if he has great doubts, he cannot solve them. Is this the life of the tragic Kunpeng? Did he die before he saw his disciple Kong Xuan grow up? As a time traveler, as a person who is always plotted by the way of heaven, as Kunpeng in the most ideal and dangerous period of life, he really has no means to do it? No one knows that perhaps the Taoist ancestor will have some guesses, but the so-called human heart is unpredictable. Who can know the thoughts of others? The so-called secrets of heaven are just the most likely event. With the interference of powerful external forces, everything can be changed. However, Kunpeng has not tried to change the fate of others, and his life has been ended?

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun Daozu's eyes seemed to penetrate the palace. Through the chaos, he saw the Kunpeng covered in blood and his eyes flashing. He said to himself: There must be one gain and one loss. If not, you may have all your trump cards at this time, but this catastrophe has ended. It's time for a new era. How long will it take to wait? Maybe you have to wait until the third one grows up? But will that person be you? A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. Hongjun's hand move, and the boy Haotian was called. Originally, Haotian was fighting with Yaochi. At this time,

Naturally, he bowed respectfully: I don’t know what the ancestor had to do? Hongjun said calmly: The great lich catastrophe of this lich has ended. Please take my jade talisman and ask them not to kill. The vast earth is shaken and should protect the creatures of the prehistoric world. Haotian collected the jade talisman, walked out of the Zixiao Palace, and went to the prehistoric world. Originally, with his early strength of the Daluo Golden Immortal, it was not impossible, but he was an absolute vase, and he had to die halfway through his own way. The jade talisman bloomed green light, protecting him in it, and he slowly headed towards the prehistoric world.

Yuan Shi hit Kunpeng again, but no matter how you look at it, it has a sense of playfulness. After all, Kunpeng has been beaten three times at this time, and he vomits blood every time. If he did a few more times, Kunpeng would definitely not be able to hold on. However, Zhunti was also tired and his body was a little weak. Obviously, although all the saints have mastered this method, they are not skillful in using it. If they keep using it, they may not be able to hold it up. Zhunti's face flashed, holding the Seven Treasures Second Tree to kill Kunpeng, while Yuan Shi jumped, standing behind, his breath was all introverted, his eyes were first indifferent, and then there was a sense of arrogance, filling the entire battlefield. Yu Ruyi with his right hand was motionless, obviously also in line with Zhunti, and he had to beat the plane in one fell swoop.

Kill Kunpeng. Although Zhunti was a little tired just now, it was enough to use ordinary methods. The seven treasure tree in his hand kept brushing down, and Kunpeng kept slapping out his palms, slapped the branch aside. However, Kunpeng's pressure increased a little at this time. After all, the golden body and Zhunti were the same person, and they cooperated more tacitly. More importantly, Yuan Zun was about to take action. Kunpeng gritted his teeth and showed a ruthless look in his eyes. Kunpeng's body shook, and suddenly all the blue lights gathered behind him, revealing his slightly thin body. The blue lights merged together and turned into the shape of a jade plate, exactly the same as the one who injured Dijiang before, but this was condensed by magic power, lacking a sense of reality.

Zhunti's expression changed slightly. I don't know what Kunpeng had, but he didn't care about these things. It was Yuanzu's turn to take action. Even if he was worried, he should be Yuanzu. He just had to entangle Kunpeng and give Yuanzu a chance to create. Yuanzu seemed to have no idea what Kunpeng did, or he did not care at all. Zhunti felt something, and his body jumped away. Kunpeng immediately faced Yuanzu who had all his strength in his hand. He saw the jade in Yuanzu's hand.

Ruyi fell down with lightning speed. Kunpeng's eyes showed calmness and looked at a green light that was very indifferent to his heavenly spirit, but he did not use any means. With a bang, Kunpeng took a few steps back, his body shook slightly, and the phantom of the jade plate behind also turned into blue light and dissipated. He coughed a few times and vomited a few blood clots. It was Kunpeng's five internal organs that had been injured, but his body was still standing straight and he looked indifferently.

Zhunti, who lived in Zhunti, and Yuanshi Tianzun, who had a ferocious expression, always claimed that Pangu was authentic and superior. Of course, his strength was above Cunti. Although Zhunti's saint's supernatural powers had extraordinary powers, the three strokes only aggravated Kunpeng's injuries and did not hurt the root. He thought that he would definitely hurt Kunpeng once. Unexpectedly, Kunpeng actually condensed a jade plate phantom, blocking his great confidence. Yuanshi Tianzun could even think of Tongtian's slightly sarcastic expression in the Palace of Wa. Not only was his face red, he shouted at Zhunti without saying a word: Fellow Daoist Zhunti, what are you waiting for? He didn't take action quickly. I will definitely kill him next time! Zhunti came back to his senses, a little dissatisfied, but he was more shocked. Unexpectedly, Kunpeng had some means to use it, but in Zhunti's view, this was just a dying struggle. All means, in front of the saint, were all false.

Zhunti jumped over again and entangled Kunpeng. However, Kunpeng did not dodge this time, but his eyes turned into empty spaces, his hands kept slashing, and a phantom of the jade plate behind him gathered out again. However, this time it became clearer, and it was faintly discovered that the pattern of the jade plate was the same as before. Zhunti took the Seven Treasures Tree and brushed it over, thinking in his heart that he had a good chance, but he saw Kunpeng's eyes as if he couldn't see Zhunti. He still pinched out the seal method in his hands one by one, and then dissipated invisible, but it seemed

There were runes between Kunpeng's hands. When the branch was about to fall on Kunpeng, Kunpeng pushed out his left hand and patted it on the Qibao Second Tree. However, he saw Zhunti growling and took three steps back. His right hand trembled. Looking closely at Kunpeng, he found that his eyes were still empty and his expression was not moved. However, he vomited a blood clot again, and it was obviously worse. Zhunti's eyes showed jealousy. At this time, Kunpeng occasionally gained something in the war, evolved his own way to reach a similar

In the state where the saint is in harmony with heaven and earth, even Zhunti was shocked. Zhunti didn't know how long Kunpeng could last. With a divine thought, the golden body rushed up with the demon-subduing pestle. This golden body was like a second soul. Even if it was lost, it would be fine. It would take a hundred years to condense it again. But if Kunpeng had a more understanding in that state, the headache would be these saints. The golden body roared and the demon-subduing pestle slapped Kunpeng's head. Kunpeng flashed and his right hand stretched out.

As if breaking through the limitation of time, he slapped the golden body on the chest, and suddenly cracked several cracks in the golden body, which was knocked back a hundred feet away. Zhunti's original spit out a small mouthful of blood, but it hurt himself. It was a saint fighting with a non-saint. He was injured for the first time. His eyes showed a stronger murderous intent and shouted in his heart: You must never let Kunpeng survive! Otherwise, our saints will no longer be saints in the future! He looked at Yuanshi, but saw Yuanshi being shocked and escaped from that state.

The two looked at each other, and their eyes flashed with horror. The Taoist ancestor said about the saint of the Great Dao, and there was a huge murderous intent in their eyes. They didn't care to integrate into the holy realm. They rushed forward with magic weapons and vowed to stop Kunpeng from achieving success. However, it seemed that Kunpeng had some instinct to sense something, and the ripples under his feet flashed, and he kept wandering between them, but they didn't actually fight with them. The two roared angrily, but there was no effect. They could only follow Kunpeng's butt. Their faces were ferocious, and their murderous intent spread, but they had no effect.

Zhunti Yuanzi might have been too nervous and never noticed that outside the white mist, there was a figure standing, holding a knife, cutting a piece of meat from his body, and handing it to a hungry goshawk, but his eyes penetrated the white mist, looking at Kunpeng coldly.

In the palace of Wa, I suddenly stood up, my pupils contracted, and a trace of shock flashed. Although he had overestimated Kunpeng, he even thought that even a saint could not kill Kunpeng if he didn't do his best. In addition, Kunpeng's human race was lucky. If he was killed, he would have endless cause and effect with the human race. After finally taking advantage of the great disaster, he had a clear and upright reason. He did not expect Kunpeng to have such a means, the law of water, and the strange jade plate. Originally, I was very concerned about the jade plate. When I saw the jade plate, I felt familiar. After thinking about it carefully, I found that it seemed to be similar to the Heavenly Dao Dharma Wheel that was in harmony with the Tao. Of course, Kunpeng could not be the Heavenly Dao Dharma Wheel.

But Kunpeng is uncomfortable with such a thing. Who makes Kunpeng always give me the image of a mysterious figure surrounded by fog? But now Kunpeng is trapped in the realm of enlightenment, and the nature is even worse. It was almost the patent of a saint, but now a non-saint mastered it, what does that mean? If this method is passed down, and the saint is not a saint in the future, although there are very few people who can reach this level, or even fewer people, but not afraid of ten thousand, just fear if it is! This possibility must be completely eliminated! Turn one billion million into zero and become something that will never happen!

My face darkened and said coldly: Fellow Daoist Kunpeng has entered a great disaster, but he has the danger of falling. We saints should protect the way of heaven and follow the sky! Fellow Daoist, do your own things! With a move of my hand, the Tai Chi diagram flew out of the Imperial Palace of Wa and fell into the vast land of the vast land. The Master of Tongtian's Sect moved his expression and looked at me in surprise. He stroked his right hand. Qingping sword fell into his hand. Tongtian's right hand trembled slightly, and a fighting spirit appeared in his eyes. But in the end he suppressed him. He closed his eyes. Tongtian seemed to hear nothing. He put away Qingping sword and seemed to have entered a state of meditation. Nuwa's face looked ugly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. His fists were clenched, and his fingernails were pierced into the flesh, but he seemed to have not noticed it. He could hear what I said.

Nuwa's face turned ruthless, her sleeves shook, and the red hydrangea fell on the palm of her hand. Because there was still blood in the palm of her hand, Nuwa used her blood to draw a rune on the hydrangea, and threw it hard, and the red hydrangea also fell into the prehistoric world. I frowned for the fact that Tongtian had never taken action, but I was not too clear about Tongtian's Taoism. Maybe there was another reason for affection, but I was still a little dissatisfied, which laid a foreshadowing for the great catastrophe of the gods. Of course, it was precisely because Tongtian did not take action this time that Kunpeng, who did not care about who was right and who was wrong, and who won and who lost, had no limits on his help in the gods several times, and although he did not seek his reward, it was also a disguised gift.

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun Daozu, who had already disappeared, appeared again, with a hint of surprise and appreciation in his mouth, and said with a smile: I didn’t expect that there would be such an opportunity, so don’t bother you. Moreover, you should have the means, so let me see clearly!

Haotian, who was originally protected by the green light of the jade talisman in the chaos, suddenly felt that the chaos around him seemed to be even more raging. As a last resort, Haotian stopped activating the jade talisman and slowly headed towards the prehistoric world, but he did not know that a carefully planned killing situation in the prehistoric world was taking shape.
Chapter completed!