The leader of Tongtian Sect threw out the Qingping Sword, and the sound was extremely loud. He saw a flash of white light and stabbed in front of Zishou.
Zishu grabbed his hands, his body trembled, and he staggered back two steps, his feet were unstable, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he said in a trembling voice: "What a leader of Tongtian, he deserves to be the leader of the Jie Sect. I remember this hatred!"
All the immortals were stunned. Even Yuanshi Tianzun opened his mouth, looked at the injured Zishou, then looked at Tongtian with anger, and couldn't help but show a confused expression on his face.
He had reason to suspect that the leader of Tongtian gave the sword on purpose, but this son seemed to be really injured.
Nuwa had a look of wanting to laugh but couldn't.
Zishouxin said that you should cooperate with my performance but turned a blind eye to you. Seeing that I was injured, you would come up to protect me quickly.
However, it is not the time to complain. Zishou put sixteen long swords into his lungs, and the true energy in his body flowed wildly. The sixteen long swords buzzed and trembled under the sage's true energy. Among them, Qingping
The sword intent of the sword dominates all this, and the sword intent gradually grows.
Zishou pointed at the sky with one hand and shouted: "Zhuxian Sword Formation, appear!"
"Boom!"
The lead clouds in the air suddenly flipped and quickly accumulated, like a huge palm pressing down towards Zixiao Palace, as if the roaring sound of a giant beast sounded from the lead cloud, creepy, as if facing the ferocious beast of Hongmeng.
Suddenly, a clear sound similar to that of drawing a sword sounded in the lead cloud. A gray long sword appeared from the lead cloud, giving people a feeling of the arrival of doomsday.
"No! Zhuxian Sword Formation!" Yuanshi Tianzun saw this sword formation and suddenly remembered the situation that day, quickly jumped back, and flew a hundred miles away in an instant.
At the same time, Taoist Xie Yin felt his scalp numb, three relics rose above his head, and he also jumped back hundreds of miles.
"What's that?"
"Sword Cloud? Sword Cloud! Cloud composed of swords!"
"What kind of Taoism is this?"
Thousands of slaughtered immortals were so scared that their faces were pale and almost lost in their bodies.
Under this terrifying power, the immortals felt that they were not Da Luo or quasi-saint, but an ordinary person with no cultivation, facing a giant Hongmeng beast.
When Zi was frowned, he could feel that the Zhuxian Sword was just a mere appearance, and it was not even one-tenth of the power of the Zhuxian Sword Formation that he used that day.
Moreover, many long swords in the lung orifices have begun to break.
"The acquired spiritual treasure lacks a prenatal energy and cannot communicate the killing aura between heaven and earth. The sword formations used are not only impressive, but also because these acquired spiritual treasures are just created by ordinary immortals, and their quality is far inferior to Qing.
Ping Jian, after a while, I’m afraid that only Qing Ping Jian is still there.” Zishou said in his heart.
He finally understood why the Zhuxian Sword Formation needed a sword of innate spiritual treasure level to be able to move. Even if it was activated, it was just a sign of the sword of acquired spiritual treasure level.
"Let's go!" Zishou pulled Nuwa's hand and said coldly: "Who dares to stop him again? Today, the Lone King will wash away Zixiao Palace bloodi!"
Under this terrifying power, the servants were so scared that they were gone. Seeing that their son was about to leave, no one dared to say "no".
At this moment, a phantom suddenly appeared in the sky, but Hongjun appeared in the shape of an old man.
Hongjun said coldly: "What an arrogant Emperor Xin!"
"Gou is so arrogant. If you have the ability, you will kill Gu. If you don't have the ability, you will take him away." Zishou knew that the more arrogant he was at this time, the better he would not be able to see that the Zhuxian Sword Formation was just a paper tiger.
Hongjun hummed heavily, and the phantom disappeared, as if he had given up on his son's sorrow.
Zishou breathed a sigh of relief, took Nuwa's hand and turned around and left.
Almost as he turned around and left, the acquired swords in his lungs shattered one after another, and the sword formation in the sky disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The immortals breathed a sigh of relief. They felt like the end of the world just now, as if the sword formation had fallen, and they all had to die of a misfortune.
I looked at the direction where Zishou left and sighed in my heart:
"After this time, Zishou is afraid he will be famous in the prehistoric world... He broke into Zixiao Palace alone, threatened the Daozu with the sword formation, and finally left safely."
"When people in the practice of practicing Buddhism mentioned that they were the Great Merchant Emperor, they probably didn't remember that he was the eighth Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian."
While Zishou left, Hongjun sighed leisurely in a small world: "If the number has changed a lot today, what's going on? According to the number of days, how could this happen? Where did this variable come from?"
In front of him, a woman in black sneered slightly and turned around and left.
Hongjun did not stop him. He could beat him more than calmly, but he had to pay a heavy price to kill her.
Moreover, there is no hatred between the two, and there is no need to pay a huge price to kill a saint who has made contributions to heaven and earth.
Although Hongjun is partial, he is not a bad person.
In other words, when he reaches Hongjun's realm, there is no difference between good and bad in his eyes. The only thing he has to exist is to maintain the normal operation of the heavenly way.
It’s just that the heavens set Zhou Xing, so he stood on the side of the Western Zhou Dynasty.
"The future trend is already in chaos." Looking at the world below, Hongjun sighed, and a look of worry appeared on his face.
As the ancestor of Tao, he could have calculated tens of thousands of years, and even knew how many disasters should be there in the future, but like today's chaos in Taoism, even he could not calculate it.
"The variable may not be Di Xin." Hongjun suddenly said.
This answer flashed through his heart, and he felt that it was indeed the case. He didn't deal with Zishou with his own hands just now, not only because of his calm obstruction, but because he vaguely guessed something.
...
Zishou took Nuwa away from Zixiao Palace and then breathed a sigh of relief after he couldn't see Zixiao Palace.
Suddenly, Nuwa spewed out a mouthful of blood and landed on her chest.
Zishou's face suddenly changed. He helped her to a mountain and fell down. He rested beside a big tree and asked, "What's going on?"
Nuwa's face was pale, and she showed pain on her face, and she said, "Take me to the Imperial Palace of Wa."
Zishou grabbed her hand, and his true energy stumbled, his face changed drastically: "Where is your cultivation level?"
"I was sealed by the Taoist Ancestor... Take me back to the Wa Palace first." Nuwa said.
Zishou hugged her and quickly headed towards the Imperial Palace.
After arriving at the Palace of Wa, Zishou took her to the room and put her on the bed.
Nuwa said, "The body hurts, help me rub my back."
"Okay." Zishu nodded and hugged Nuwa in his arms. He didn't dare to have any distractions in his heart. He reached out and rubbed her back gently.
"Shou, I'm sorry." Nuwa's voice seemed a little weak, "Do you listen to my words?"
"Listen, of course I listen." Zishou said.
Nuwa said, "Okay, just listen."
Zishou felt a little uneasy: "The holy elixir of the Fallen Pill has occurred, right?"
Nuwa just smiled.
"Tell me quickly, right?" Zishou said anxiously.
Nuwa smiled and said, "I'm fine. The saint is immortal. Don't you know?"
Zishou said: "But that is the Holy Pill of Death!"