Zhongshan is getting closer and closer to Zixiao Palace.
"This big formation is so hurtful to Tianhe. How long has it been, and all the way through, there is no one left alive?" Fan Ji said with a strange look on her face.
"Slow down a little!" Zhong Shan said suddenly.
"Slow down? It's coming soon. Why don't you speed up now?" Fan Ji asked confused.
Zhong Shan shook his head and said: "The Zixiao Palace is still where it is? This great formation cannot persecute the saint. Why would the saint not take the Zixiao Palace?"
Fan Ji is also very revealing.
"You mean, there is danger ahead?" Fan Ji asked.
"We are moving too fast these days. Let me take a breath and adjust myself before welcoming the Zixiao Palace!" Zhong Shan said solemnly.
"Yeah!" Fan Ji nodded.
Fan Ji still understands the principle of being too tired to fight. Since there is danger ahead, even the smallest danger must be treated with caution.
The Saint Mitian was hiding in a corner. Looking at the outside world, this great formation was so impressive that even the dignified Saint was willing to hibernate at this moment.
When something goes abnormal, it becomes a monster. This can no longer be described as abnormal.
The ancestors and immortals have lost their minds, and the saints are unable to mobilize the avenue. What kind of grand formation is this? Who can spend so much money to set up the formation?
Sixty-two ancestors alone died under the eyes of Saint Mitian. Sixty-two. How many days have it been? If the sixty-two ancestors fought against the saint with all their strength, and if both sides did not avoid fighting, they would be considered saints.
It can only lead to death.
But as soon as the formation came out, without any conspirators coming out, sixty-two ancestors were killed? Of course, there must be more than these. There are many places in Nanzhan Buzhou. At least come all the way, Mitian will see it.
It's all killing. Now that the holy consciousness is covering it, there's no one left alive.
Saint Mitian watched attentively. At this time, even with the power of a saint, he would not dare to show off this bird. Of course, this is also related to Mitian's character. Life comes first.
Outside Zixiao Palace, there were more than a dozen ancient immortals fighting each other.
At this moment, Saint Mitian finally saw what he wanted.
Color is empty!
Originally a descendant of Confucius, Nanzhan Buzhou reunited Confucian disciples. Sekong was considered a prominent figure in the eyes of many people, but all of this did not reach Mitian's vision at all.
When he was the same generation as Confucius, how many generations of descendants of Confucius should still pay attention to him? Moreover, Se Kong was also a low-key person at the time. Mitian had heard of the reunion of the Confucian sect, but in Mitian's view, once Confucius died, the Confucian sect
It's just a historical name, it can't become a climate at all.
Therefore, Mi Tian did not recognize Se Kong. Seeing that Se Kong was sane but weak in cultivation, he immediately thought that he might be a subordinate of the person setting up the formation. What is he doing here now?
Se Kong stood not far from Zixiao Palace, looking up at the huge phantom of Zixiao Palace, with a trembling excitement in his eyes.
"Heaven has not failed me, Zixiao Palace!" Se Kong said with great excitement.
"Hoo!" A figure flew past, and a strong man flew towards the color sky.
That was an ancient immortal who had lost his mind. Facing this ancient immortal, Se Kong naturally did not want to fight with him, but quickly avoided it.
Seeing that Se Kong no longer wanted to rob the Zixiao Palace, the ancient immortal also went back and rushed towards the Zixiao Palace.
"boom!"
The white lotus below suddenly shot out a powerful force of righteousness, blasting the ancient immortal away.
"Haoran Zhengqi? The ancestral version of the Spring and Autumn Annals!" Se Kong's face suddenly showed a look of ecstasy.
In the ancestral version of the "Spring and Autumn Annals", Se Kong swallowed up the last trace of Confucius' spiritual thoughts and naturally consumed Confucius' memory. The Spring and Autumn Annals were Confucius' magic weapon. How could Se Kong not recognize it? Even...
"Hahahaha!" Se Kong laughed excitedly.
At this moment, it was like God was blessing me, my character exploded, and I was extremely excited in the ecstasy of color and space.
Flying forward, Se Kong no longer hides from a dozen ancient immortals.
Sure enough, the moment Se Kong stepped forward, five ancient immortals suddenly rushed forward.
Se Kong's eyes turned cold, he reached out and grabbed it, and suddenly a triangular black flag appeared in his hand. On the black flag, there were a large number of golden patterns, and it was breathing rich gray gas. The gray gas was billowing, and there seemed to be a trace of something inside.
The gray sword energy shines brightly.
Five ancient immortals flew over, Se Kong grabbed the black flag and brushed it towards the five ancient immortals.
"Hoo~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
Dozens of gray sword energy suddenly shot out from the black flags. As soon as the sword energy came out, it rushed into the bodies of the five ancient immortals.
"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
The five ancient immortals exploded with a bang. The powerful sword energy was so overbearing that they did not give the five ancient immortals a chance to counterattack.
In the far corner, the Mitian Saint narrowed his eyes: "Chaos Sword Qi? Yuanshi Banner? How come Yuanshi's things are in his hands?"
The sage Mi Tian could no longer see through the emptiness in front of him.
"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
With another brush, hundreds of chaotic sword energy shot out from the Yuanshi Banner, blasting away the remaining ancient immortals.
The magic weapon is too powerful. The Yuanshi Banner is the magic weapon of the previous sage Yuanshi Tianzun. The sage's magic weapon is invincible against the ancient immortals.
When Saint Mitian was astonished, another scene deeply shocked Saint Mitian.
I saw Se Kong flipping his palm, and an incredibly pure and awe-inspiring righteousness sprayed out from his palm.
Awesome righteousness? How can this awe-inspiring righteousness be so pure? It’s on par with Confucius’s? Are there any successors like this in Confucianism?
At the moment of a terrible accident, Haoran's righteousness suddenly burst into the white lotus.
"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
There was a loud bang in the white lotus, as if there was a huge explosion inside. The powerful white lotus array exploded to pieces. Then, shrouded in white light, a volume of "Spring and Autumn Annals" flew to the color sky very docilely, and flew to the color sky.
Empty palms.
"How is it possible? Isn't this the ancestral version of Confucius' "Spring and Autumn Annals"? How could it be so easy to surrender? It's like seeing the master. Why is this happening?" Sage Mitian didn't understand.
It's so evil.
What is the origin of this person? He possesses the Yuanshi Banner and the saint's magic weapon.
Not to mention, Confucius's magic weapon is like seeing its owner, turning over and completely subduing it? This is impossible even for myself. Every saint's magic weapon has its own mark. It is very difficult for others to sacrifice except himself.
Practicing.
But the scene just now in Se Kong completely subverted Mi Tian's cognition.
Mi Tian, who was originally planning to come out to seize the Zixiao Palace, hesitated and became cautious again. Who is this guy? He can actually subdue the Spring and Autumn Book?
Se Kong's next move confirmed this point again.
Turning his hand to put away the Yuanshi banner, Se Kong grabbed the Spring and Autumn Book and brushed it towards the sky.
It was so perfect, as if he had originally refined this magic weapon. A ray of white light came out from the Spring and Autumn Book and suddenly dispersed the shadow of the Zixiao Palace in the sky.
Se Kong reached out and grabbed Zixiao Palace into his palm.
Get it from Zixiao Palace.
Mi Tian clenched his fists, but finally restrained himself and stared hard.
Because Mitian is not worried that Zixiao Palace will be refined by this color and space.
Mi Tian can clearly see the cultivation of Se Kong. He is just an ancient immortal. He cannot break the seal left by Hongjun at all. Even if he wants to extract the power from this small ball, he will have to do a lot of damage.
effort.
There is no way this little ancient immortal can succeed.
However, the changes in Se Kong at the next moment made even the saints feel horrified.
I saw Se Kong's head suddenly shaking, shaking his head and in a blink of an eye, Se Kong's head slowly changed from the original human head to an extremely disgusting cricket head.
Cricket head?
Saint Mitian's eyes popped out, and he opened his mouth as if he couldn't breathe.
"Hongjun? Is he Hongjun?" Saint Mitian roared in his heart.
Fear, the Mitian Saint is filled with fear. Is he Hongjun?
When Mi Tian saw Hongjun, his first thought was not that he was just an ancient immortal, but the fear deep in his soul, the fear of Hongjun's power.
All the powerful people in the world know that Hongjun is the first cricket in the world. He was born from the dragon veins of the earth and is also called the earth dragon. At that time, he was the only cricket in the world. Until the death of Hongjun, Hongjun
He spent a lot of money to transform himself into a clan. Just like Ancestor Styx created the Shura clan, Hongjun also created the Cricket clan.
After the death of Hongjun, countless powerful people spent a lot of money to kill Cricket, but the destruction was always endless and endless. Later, there was even a legend that Hongjun would return, and the Cricket clan would be his back-up force.
After hundreds of thousands of years, people have discovered that crickets cannot be cultivated into spirits at all. But all the strong men are staring at it because they believe that once a spirit appears, it should be Hongjun.
A cricket head? A cricket that has become a spirit? Mi Tian suddenly showed a horrifying tone.
Sure enough, the cricket suddenly opened its ugly mouth and sucked at the ball.
"Buzz~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
A surging purple energy suddenly emerged from the small ball and rushed into the cricket's mouth.
"Is he absorbing Hongjun's power? Is he going to return to his former self?" Saint Mitian screamed in his heart.
In the distance, Se Kong was completely enveloped by a purple halo. Energy, endless energy quickly rushed into Se Kong's body. For a time, Se Kong's cultivation level climbed rapidly.
"It's really Hongjun's power, such a surging power!" Se Kong said excitedly while sucking.
Cricket, as expected, this ability of Cricket is the key to absorbing the energy of Zixiao Palace.
"I want to become Hongjun. I want to become Hongjun. After absorbing this power, I will have the power of Hongjun in the future!" Se Kong roared excitedly in his heart.
For a moment, the surrounding powerful forces soared into the sky, and the yellow clouds above were suddenly filled with vast purple clouds. Thunder and lightning shone in the purple clouds, showing the infinite power of Zixiao Palace.
At this moment, even the dignified saint Mi Tian did not dare to touch Se Kong's sharp edge. Mi Tian's mind was now filled with Hongjun. If the person in front of him was Hongjun, Mi Tian did not dare to imagine. In Mi Tian's subconscious, Hong Jun was invincible.
Even if he is just an ancient immortal now, possessing two saint magic weapons and the Zixiao Palace, he is still not invincible to him.
Not far away.
"Zhongshan, look, it's up in the sky!" Fan Ji, who was not far away, saw the change in the sky at Zixiao Palace.