Kunpeng looked at Thirty-Three Heavens Chaos, with a strong disdain and mockery in his eyes, and his feet moved and he lost his trace.

Nuwa and Houtu sat upright on the jade platform, with a strong murderous intent in their eyes and bloodshot pupils, but their bodies were trembling. All the saints saw Gu Qing's fate. Kunpeng, isn't he really capable of competing?

Suddenly, there seemed to be a sound of wind. Jiufeng, who was standing below, trembled and almost fell to the ground. He took a few deep breaths and looked at Nuwa and Houtu on the jade platform, with pleading and despair in his eyes.

Kunpeng's faint voice came from outside the palace, "Jiufeng, I will let you see if Houtu can protect you!"

Nuwa and Houtu stood up, flashed, stood at the entrance of the hall, staring at Kunpeng standing outside.

Hou Tu swallowed a saliva and tried to calm down: Kunpeng! What do you want!

Kunpeng brows and a gloomy smile appeared on his face, "My beloved disciple Kong Xuan is dead, I am really heartbroken. But shouldn't you who caused this result be punished?"

Nuwa stepped forward and said coldly: Yes, Kong Xuan died because of the saints we were fighting, but wasn’t someone wiped out before? Why don’t you seek revenge on him, but instead come to trouble us!

Kunpeng shook his body, leaving behind a afterimage. Standing in front of Nuwa, it could almost be said that he was facing each other, touching his nose and sneered: Do you mean that I dare not seek revenge on them? Or do I not have that ability?

Nuwa couldn't stop retreating, but she stopped when she arrived at the center of the hall, with fear in her eyes. Houtu also felt that it was a little close to Kunpeng, so he hurriedly retreated to Nuwa's side.

Kunpeng glanced at Jiufeng, slowly raised his right hand, Houtu exclaimed, and before he could take action, a ball of blood mist exploded, and the last great witch died.

Houtu snorted angrily, raised his palms, and the reincarnation bell appeared and smashed towards Kunpeng. She even roared and turned into the true body of the ancestor witch and attacked Kunpeng.

The reincarnation bell was smashed down, but it pounced on the empty space. Houtu's fist hit the empty space, his body stopped, and his spiritual thoughts swept out to find where Kunpeng was.

In addition to the heaven of reincarnation, Kunpeng's voice came, "Hehe, it's only you two, it's too boring. Let's wait for them to take action together."

Nuwa and Houtu stepped out of the sky of reincarnation, Houtu's true body manifested, and the reincarnation bell was floating above his head. Nuwa held the Wa Emperor Sword in his right hand, and the map of mountains, rivers and country on his head. He pinched the seal with his other hand, and smashed the red hydrangea at any time.

The two did not take action rashly because they could see that Kunpeng was indeed not something they could deal with. If all the saints came out together, the ending might be better.

After a moment, Kunpeng sighed: What a pity, they are unwilling to help you two poor women. Seeing you being bullied, there is no trace of masculinity.

Nuwa and Houtu naturally saw the clues, looked at each other, and rushed towards Kunpeng.

Houtu punched out his two fists, and the reincarnation bell protected his body. After all, Kunpeng's attack power is notoriously powerful. With his current terrifying Taoist practice, it is rare to be able to wait for other saints to help him. If he had the idea of ​​injuring or even killing Kunpeng, it would be a daydream.

The Nuwawa Emperor Sword spread out and took Kunpeng's head straight, and the red hydrangea ball was thrown out and hit Kunpeng's head.

Kunpeng did not move, but just looked at the two female saints quietly, with disdain and sarcasm in his eyes.

Nuwa stabbed out one after another, stabbed Kunpeng's neck, and the red hydrangea fell on Kunpeng's head.

Kunpeng had one hand empty and swung towards the red hydrangea. The red hydrangea was hit far away. The Wa Emperor Sword that pierced Kunpeng's neck was like a mud cow entering the sea. Not only did it not cause any harm to Kunpeng, it was like it was trapped in a swamp. No matter how hard Nuwa used her strength, she could not pull it out.

Houtu hit Kunpeng's chest with his fists. Nuwa knew that it was not good, but she had no time to remind her. She had to give up the Wa Emperor Sword, retreated, and slapped it out with her bare hands, and actually learned Kunpeng's seal magic powers by six or seven points.

However, in the end, it was impossible to hurt Kunpeng, and it was not even tickling. It slid away from Kunpeng and hit both sides.

Houtu's fists directly hit Kunpeng's chest and abdomen, but there was no sound. There was no unexpected sound of the sternum shattering, and no blood flowed out. Instead, it seemed like it was shot into the water, giving a feeling of slippery hands.

Houtu was about to withdraw his hands, but found that his hands were trapped in Kunpeng's body and could not retreat at all.

The reincarnation bell roared and hit Kunpeng's head.

Kunpeng shouted softly, and invisible sound waves spread out, and the reincarnation bell made a louder bell ringing, hitting the chaos in the distance, turbulence and raging, and earth, water, wind and fire evolved.

The true spirit was damaged, Houtu's throat became sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, heading towards Kunpeng. I wonder if he was deliberately trying to disgust Kunpeng.

Kunpeng swung his left hand and the blood was thrown somewhere. He stretched out his hand and pinched Houtu's neck and slowly lifted it up.

A low roar came from Houtu's mouth. She never thought that she would be so embarrassed one day as a saint.

Although Houtu had free hands, she could not exert any strength at all. The pain of her neck being cut off made her forget everything. There was only one sentence in her mind, "How could Kunpeng be so strong!"

Kunpeng raised his right hand and slapped it on Houtu's face with a bang, and a five-finger print was immediately printed on it.

Hou Tu's face turned red, not sure whether it was painful or angry, but she had not come back to her senses yet, and then she slammed again, but this time she changed to the other side of her face.

Houtu stammered in his mouth: Kunpeng;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

Kunpeng showed a cruel smile on his lips, and he loosened his hand. Houtu's body fell down, and his right fist hit Houtu's face without any mercy.

With a click, it seemed like the sound of a broken nose bone. Kunpeng's body was very strong, and he had already been round and had a free use of magical powers. It was normal for a saint to be broken by a bone.

Without paying much attention to Houtu, Kunpeng pulled out the Wa Emperor Sword, moved his body, stood in front of the stunned Nuwa, and slashed casually.

With a 'Ah!', Nuwa screamed in pain, retreated, and when she came to her senses, she looked at her empty right arm, her teeth were clenched, and her eyes showed a strong hatred.

Kunpeng's eyes were still cold, and the smile at the corner of his mouth had never dissipated. He just stared at the two female saints who had lost all their faces.

‘There is a kind of woman in the ordinary world who can do everything they can. Thousands of people kiss and ten thousand lust. I don’t need to explain to the two fellow Taoists. Hehe, I wonder if the two fellow Taoists were sealed with magic power, would they become the top players?’

Pupp, Nuwa Houtu vomited blood from his mouth, with blood on the corner of his mouth, his body trembled, his face pale, and there were two blood on his Taoist robe. According to Kunpeng's hatred for them, he could definitely do such a thing.

Houtu snorted coldly: Kunpeng! You dare!

Kunpeng laughed softly, with a few traces of madness, 'In the past, did the saint think that I could suppress you like this? Hehe!'

Nuwa's heart is not comparable to Houtu, and she said coldly: Kunpeng, so what if you try every means to humiliate us? We are saints, you can't kill us!

Kunpeng seemed to sigh, "Yes, the saints are immortal, otherwise what courage do you have to be so arrogant, snatch magic weapons, grab luck, plot against us, with a lofty attitude?"

‘Undestructible under the laws of heaven, the immortal body is your trust. The magic power? The Taoist practice? It is not enough, and it is far from enough to support your arrogance and conceit.’

‘However, if you were not immortal, all the seven saints you took action this time would die! They would be buried with my disciples!’

Kunpeng didn't talk nonsense anymore, and the next scene could only be described as a terrible sight. The two high-ranking female saints were beaten by Kunpeng as human sandbags, beaten over, and ravaged at will.

I have to say that Kunpeng is a master who knows how to torture people. He let Nuwa restore the soul of Houtu, and then only hit their bodies, hit them wherever they hurt, hit them wherever they hurt, and hit them as much as they make them feel distressed.

No one knows what they will look like, because Kunpeng disappeared after he has beaten it, and the two female saints will not let others see their embarrassing attitudes.

In Yuxu Palace, Yuanshi Tianzun was nervous. Originally, he and I were in an alliance, and it was also his biggest talisman. When the sky collapsed, there was a high one to hold him up. I always attracted Kunpeng's attention more than him. However, I didn't know what kind of wind he had sucked, so I didn't take action. Even if other saints were coerced, they didn't waver.

Seeing Gu Qing's tragedy and the endless cry from the Heaven of Reincarnation, Yuanshi Tianzun trembled uncontrollably.

Yuanshi Tianzun understood that saints are immortal. Even if Kunpeng’s Taoist practices the sky and is more advanced than them, he cannot kill them. This is the biggest trump card. It is obvious from the fact that Kunpeng just tortures Nuwa Houtu, rather than killing him.

But Yuanshi Tianzun cares about face most. If he is treated as a sandbag, he will be a little crazy when he thinks of that scene.

But what you are afraid of is coming. Kunpeng appeared behind him, like an unjust ghost, and said gloomyly: Yuanshi Tianzun, it’s time for me to have an old account with you!

Yuan Qian turned around, holding the Pangu banner in his hand, his pupils contracted, staring at Kunpeng, "Kunpeng, I am the authentic Pangu, and it is transformed by Pangu's soul. If you humiliate me, you will be punished by God!"

Kunpeng sneered: Didn’t your merit of opening the heavens help you become a saint? In terms of merit, hehe, is the merit of Houtu less than you?

Yuan Zhi knew that he could not shake Kunpeng's determination, but he knew that he was no match for him. He flashed and fled towards the chaos. He looked at the direction of the Heavenly Dao Palace and Gu Qing's Taoist Temple.

Kunpeng is not in a hurry, just sticking behind it, like a cat and a mouse.

Yuanzi looked at the Heavenly Dao Palace in front of her, and her eyes were filled with joy, but Kunpeng hit the back of his head with an elbow, and he staggered to the ground, feeling very embarrassed.

Gu Qing and the leader of Tongtian came out. They should have been happy to see the primitive defeat, but now they are only deeply afraid.

Gu Qing's body shook, turned into Pangu's true body, and his red eyes rushed towards Kunpeng.

He had the hatred of killing his wife and daughter with Kunpeng, and he wanted the saints to come out together to attack Kunpeng, but he knew that he was not his opponent. That Taoist practice was definitely the thirty-third level of heaven. Only their saints knew how terrifying people who could independently realize the truth and reach this level were far beyond their ability.

Kunpeng retreated and said mockingly: What? Is my heart ache? When my disciple died, I feel like my heart aches. What are you doing?

Kunpeng held Gu Qing's right fist and twisted it hard. Gu Qing groaned, his mouth full of blood.

Tongtian came to fight with Qingping Sword, and Zhu Xian's four swords floated in front of him, and the four swords were scattered at any time.

Kunpeng let go of Gu Qing, punched Tongtian in the chest, grabbed the Zhuxian Sword, and slashed out seven swords in succession.

Tongtian fell to the back, with seven wounds on his chest, penetrated deep into the flesh, with white bones lush and scary.

After letting go of the Zhuxian Sword, Kunpeng caught up with Gu Qing who was standing still and beat him hard. Anyway, if Gu Qing still had his mother, his mother would not recognize him in the end.

Not to mention the original, Kunpeng’s key object of greeting was torn apart, his head was dispersed, and his hair was disheveled, and blood was covered with blood on his Taoist robe. Although he was tortured, he didn’t dare to spit out a word from his mouth.

Kunpeng then went to the Western Paradise, and there were continuous roars, which made people imagine.

After Kunpeng left, the Three Star Cave of the Pure Land and the Shaky Moon completely disappeared, and the temples of the two saints were erased.

In front of the Eight Scenery Palace, I bowed to Kunpeng.

Kunpeng didn't say anything, but just looked at me deeply, "When I say it, I have always scoffed at you, saying that, especially the arrogant Yuanshi Tianzun, the arrogant and arrogant leader of Tongtian. However, in you, I really saw a trace of Pangu's authentic appearance."

I didn't answer, it seemed as if I was humble, and it seemed that I had received such honor.

‘You are very smart, or decisive, abandoning the Xuanhuang Tower, and seeing a clue in this world;;;;;;;;;;;;

My eyes twitched, my eyes flashed, and I didn't say anything.

Kunpeng glanced at the raging chaos and showed a hint of self-deprecation. For so many years, he had only indulged in this once.

Walking out of the chaos, reaching out and a crack leading to the dark space appeared. Kunpeng looked deep at the earthly world, and his last concern was also given up. In the future, this place was just a strange place for himself. With a sigh, Kunpeng stepped in.

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Chapter completed!