The sad face and strange expression made Han Ping feel a deep fear.
"This is the fault of fellow Taoist. The relationship between my Western Cult and Jie Cult is not normal. How can Taoist Taoist Tongtian stop fellow Taoist from going to my Western Cult? Taoist fellow Taoist, you can go with me, but I guarantee that Taoist Taoist Tongtian will not blame you..."
"
Zhunti Taoist took over everything and stopped everything. As long as he came to the Western Sect, he would join forces with his senior brothers to guide the Taoist. Naturally, the two saints would not be afraid of the leader of Tongtian Sect. In fact, as long as he came to the Western Sect, he had enough methods to make Han
Ping took the initiative to surrender.
Han Ping was furious at this time.
But he resisted the impulse and began to worry secretly. He had a big explosion earlier, which shattered the space. This place should be very close to Jinlu Island. This action should have attracted the attention of the leader of Tongtian. As long as
If he can persist for a while, he may be able to wait for the protection of the leader of Tongtian.
"The saint is joking. The leader is the leader, and the saint is the saint. How can they be confused! This place is not far from the teacher's palace, Jinlu Island. The saint is willing to accompany me to visit Jinlu Island. It happens that the teacher is very hospitable, and I would like to invite the saint.
Are you a guest on my Golden Turtle Island?" Han Ping chuckled and stared at Saint Zhunti cautiously with a smile on his face.
Zhunti's eyes narrowed, and then he said: "Fellow Taoist Tongtian is taking care of all things day by day, and comprehends the great ways of heaven and earth. Now that he is practicing in seclusion, it is inconvenient for me to come and disturb him. Taoist friends should follow me to teach in the west. In this way, I will not disturb the cultivation of the leader of Tongtian.
"
Zhunti said lightly. Han Ping had already felt that he was losing his patience. He had already started to take action quietly. The space around him began to oppress him. The cracks in the space around him suddenly increased several times. The space was doubly suppressed. Countless people were crushed.
.forming thousands of cracks.
Every crack can easily kill the great power of the ancient world, but it cannot harm Han Ping even a little bit. Now that his body has become a saint, he almost ignores this level and attacks.
He didn't want to be imprisoned, so he could only use his magical power to break the shackles of the surrounding space.
The space was shattered, and the cage imposed on him naturally broke. Zhunti's face changed slightly, and he felt Han Ping's terrifying power face to face for the first time, and even he was trembling.
During the Lich War, he had seen the magical power of the Witch Clan. The powerful strength of fighting against the world shocked all their saints. It was also after this that several saints jointly deduced the prehistoric Witch Clan.
With his magical power of body refining, he created the **Xuan Gong!
Now, he looked at Han Ping and was shocked!
"Ancestral witch..." He stared at it and felt incredible. It is impossible for ancestral witches to exist in this world. This is not only because they think that the witch clan has been extinct, but is almost extinct. It is also because this world does not allow ancestral witches to be born.
!Because they have an agreement, the witch clan can only change its form and huddle in the six paths of reincarnation and cannot be reborn.
"Are you actually an ancestral witch?" Zhunti said in a voiceless voice.
If Han Ping were an ancestral witch, he would be happy. Not to mention Tongtian Cult Leader, no saint in the ancient world would be able to accept a disciple of an ancestral witch. Except for his Western religion! He doesn't care. As long as he likes it.
If so, take it away. He is confident that he can transform all the ancestral witches into Buddhas!
Han Pingping is an ancestral witch? I feel so happy when I think of this!
He felt that he had nothing to be afraid of. An ancestral shaman was just right. His Buddhist school lacked a fighting saint Buddha, a fighting Buddha who dared to fight against the sky and the earth!
The ancestral witch is warlike and has no control over the world.
All monks who have experienced the Lich War understand this. If you really recover an ancestral witch, it is equivalent to recruiting a thug who can fight in the world.
The fighting spirit of the Wu clan is astonishing.
Whether it is the Twelve Ancestral Witches or the later Chiyou Xingtian. Each one of them is an indomitable figure. Their heads can be cut off and their bodies can be killed, but their will is difficult to conquer!
Han Ping's heart froze when he heard Zhunti's surprise and he didn't answer.
He knew that Taoist Zhunti had already taken action. He was too distracted to think about it and threw Shi Ji far away. This place was not something she, a Daluo Jinxian, could resist. If it hadn't been for him before, Shi Ji would have been destroyed by the chaotic space cracks.
It was obliterated.
At this time, the battle was about to begin, and Han Ping casually threw this burden away.
As for the life and death of Empress Shiji, Han Ping could no longer care about it. At this time, his mental power was completely gathered back into his mind, and his will exploded. The world he controlled around him shrank to the surface of his body. He did not dare to reach out, because the saint opposite was too strong.
It was hard for him to resist. If he tried to control everything by force, he would only have a mental breakdown.
"The saint is ready to use force..."
Zhunti snorted coldly and shouted: "Use force? Haha, let alone a little ancestral witch, so what if Houtu comes! If you don't take it with you in reincarnation, if you dare to come to the prehistoric world, you are committing evil and seeking death."
In this case, I will take you in on behalf of Heaven..."
Zhunti gave up the deception completely.
He clearly knows that the witch clan has a strong backbone. Once he determines that Han Ping is an ancestral witch, he subconsciously thinks that Han Ping cannot surrender. Since he cannot surrender, he will beat you until he surrenders!
"Hey, an ancestral witch escaped from reincarnation and should belong to our Western religion."
Taoist Zhunti felt happy, and at the same time he waved his hand casually. A huge palm appeared, covering the world, and wanted to capture Han Ping and imprison him.
Han Ping's eyes were shining, staring at the big hand of heaven and earth.
He clenched his fingers tightly and formed a fist. He punched him straight and killed him.
Fist to palm. The sudden burst of power directly shattered everything. The saint's palm carried the power and pressure of heaven and earth, but Han Ping's punch was like a hard and sharp sword.
He pierced the sky!
The fist penetrated directly into the palm of his hand, shattering the world into pieces.
"Huh?" Saint Zhunti exclaimed in surprise, feeling incredible. How could the saint's blow be broken by a simple punch? Although it was just a casual blow, it should not be something that an ancient ancestral witch could easily break.
Broken.
"Damn it!"
Saint Zhunti's face changed slightly. He had not forgotten the great changes in heaven and earth a hundred years ago. Since then, the way of heaven has not been able to escape, and it has even knocked down the saints of heaven and earth into the holy realm. Now, they can only borrow the power of heaven and earth for a short time.
.It is far from what it was when they were saints of heaven and earth.
Not to mention Zhunti's surprise, even Han Ping was equally surprised.
"Is this the strength of a saint?"
He knew that he was not noticed by Saint Chunti. This blow should be a casual blow from Saint Chunti. But even so, Han Ping did not dare to be careless. This punch had already reached 100% of his attack power, which was completely
The peak strength of his body. Although this punch easily penetrated the saint's attack, the doubts in his heart were even greater.
How come this is the attack strength of a saint? How come it seems to be the strength of a mid- to late-stage quasi-sage? (To be continued...)
