The golden light suddenly disappeared and turned into a light breeze all over the sky. In the wind, an old man with flower hair appeared.
"Xiao Yi?"
The other three saints were also stunned when they heard this name.
The person who came had a flowery hair and a pair of bright eyes, and his appearance was very different from the original one. Only that sound remained unchanged.
Xiao Yi, a great genius of Ziyun Sect, is a late-stage person who has accumulated strength and gained strength. Every time he advances, he is the time when his life is about to end. He is also the one who has been on the road to the emperor among the venerables of Ziyun Sect.
"Has Xiao Yi become a saint?"
The old man with a crutch nodded and said, "Xiao Yi met several ancestors. More than a hundred years ago, in a critical moment of life and death, he finally realized the holy way."
In his era, only Venerable Xiao Yi understood the holy path.
Ouyang Zi nodded and said, "It is a blessing that another saint from Ziyun Sect will be released. Whether in the past or now, it is still the case. It has added a strong combat power to the world. It is just what you said before.
What does it mean? It is to keep both the Taoist throne and those people in the mortal world. Is it a matter of choosing, and the disciples and mortals are separated from each other?"
Xiao Yi shook his head and did not answer. Instead, he said, "There are all ants under the saints. This shows the power of the saints. But what about it in front of the Supreme Lord of the Great Dao?"
Ouyang Zi thought for a while and said, "The peak of the saints, those people of the extreme Taoism may have the power to fight against the powerful people of the great Taoism. But in the end, I may still be unable to escape and die. In front of the Supreme, even I can't stand ten times.
trick."
Xiao Yi nodded, looked directly at another old man, and asked, "But what formation can allow the strong men of Xiantai to exert the power of the great way?"
The Fu Emperor from the Fu Array lineage shook his head and said, "Combined with the twelve saints and void powers, you can set up a formation and use the power of the saints together. But the power of the great way is not good. This involves the heaven and earth.
Mysterious, the rules of the great way. This is no longer achieved by just the formation."
Xiao Yi walked slowly to the four old saints with a crutch and asked again: "Since there is no formation that combines the saints to exert the power of the great way. Then, only the saints are in the hands of those ancient immortals,
How is it?"
Ouyang Zi remembered a scene yesterday. The entire Western Land had to kill three immortals by slaying all the power of sentient beings.
There are hundreds of millions of monks in the Western Land, and there are many holy monks. There are at least a hundred saints in the Western Land.
Yesterday's battle, although the great victory was achieved, the price was too great. Seventeen monks of the Great Dao, a Buddha living in the Nine Realms, had to win the victory by gathering the ambitions of sentient beings. But there was no one left in the Western Land.
What about them? Apart from the Western Buddhism, there is no such abundance power.
Such a powerful force can only barely return to the three immortals.
These saints are afraid that they can only hurt the fur of those immortals.
"The monks in the Western Land, at least a hundred holy monks, thousands of holy and powerful men, plus seventeen great Taoist monks, and one nine-level supreme emperor. Only then can the three ancient court immortals be eliminated. If it were our saints.
Even if there are thousands of people, tens of thousands... I am afraid that I can't kill a single immortal. In the end, this catastrophe will depend on those powerful people of the great way. What do you think? What are the uses of these saints in the world?"
The four peak saints of Ziyun Sect were silent.
What's the use? It's useless.
The saint who was once the strongest combat power in the world has now reached such an embarrassing level. Their saints are just meat full of energy and blood in front of the Immortals of the Court.
"I think it's useful." Xiao Yi laughed and said, "We saints are the most critical step now."
After the speech fell, the four old saints were stunned and said in confusion: "What does this mean?"
Venerable Xiao Yi bent down and picked up a piece of wood, just enough to hold it between his palms. He said again: "Now, we are not those towering mountains that can block the floods. We are just those trees. In the violent storm,
Only the waist is broken.”
"But, mountains can block floods, but trees may not be able to stop them. A tree is carved and polished, and that is a boat. A boat can carry the world."
When the four saints heard the words, their eyes suddenly shrank. They said in surprise: "You mean?"
They are saints on earth. This statement has no meaning. But they all understand.
This is a word that only saints can understand.
Xiao Yi nodded and laughed. He said, "I can't think of any other way to make great efforts in the world."
This laughter was a bit sad and a little regretful. But the most part was the joy of being lucky.
It is precisely because he became a saint that he is qualified to contribute to the sentient beings in this world.
Venerable Xiao Yi floated up, and a golden light appeared on his body. He used all his strength to roar to the sky, alarming all the strong men of the Daluo Realm, and even other domains!
"The Immortal Territory, the Immortal Territory. After all, it is the Immortal Territory of the Saint. Xiao Yi is not talented, only two Immortal Territory. Today I will give back to this world!"
At this moment, the Ziyun Immortal Platform opened. Xiao Yicheng was paying attention to everyone.
The old man walked forward silently in the sky with a crutch. He looked at his posture and seemed a little restrained and nervous, but his steps were stable and his sleeves were swaying lightly in the wind.
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At this moment, countless eyes were staring at Ziyun Sect.
The saints in the world have been watching him.
The powerful man in the world is also watching him.
The sky is silent, the earth is silent, there is no sorrow, joy, gain or loss, and no movement.
Everyone was silent to show respect. This was indeed the best way for the saints of the world.
However, it is extremely difficult to build the Immortal Terrace Realm. If it weren't for this, how could there be so few sects in the world that have the Immortal Terrace Realm?
"Today, Xiao Yi begs all the seniors of the Great Dao to help me! Let Xiao Yi gather the Immortal Platform Realm!"
The words fell. Xiao Yi closed his eyes, and his whole body began to fluctuate. The vitality began to dissipate rapidly.
He was in the process of resolving the troops, causing himself to die, and presenting the two immortal platforms to the world intact.
"Can......."
Someone sighed lightly, and then one powerful man after another appeared in the sea of clouds.
"Thank you!"
This is the last sentence Xiao Yi left to the world. Then his body dissipated like sand and wind.
After today, he will survive in another posture and carry all living beings with the immortal platform.
"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist Xiao, this is a great act!"
Some saints cried at this moment, while others laughed with different expressions.
The powerful people in the world, the supreme power, consolidate the two immortal platforms and enter the mortal world.
Another golden light shone, and in the distance, a figure floated in the sky. A saint began to unleash his troops.
One after another, like a gorgeous blooming firework, blooming in the last charm of this life.
Ouyang Zi laughed and said to the sky: "Master! My disciple is unfilial! I will not be able to serve you in the future.
As he fell, Ouyang Zi rose into the sky, and another figure of Tao rose up one after another, blooming the most dazzling light in his life.
Saints are like fireworks, and they disappear briefly.
One immortal platform after another enters the mortal world, carries all living beings and enters the galaxy.
After today, there will be no more saints in the whole world.
Only, the immortal platform that carries all living beings.