Qin Xuan was sitting cross-legged in this area of heaven and earth, with the elixir entering his belly and turning into immortal essence.
Even if the world outside him is falling apart, it seems to have nothing to do with him.
All around, the Holy Yuan is mighty, and the magical power covers the heaven and earth.
Qin Hongyi and the Demon-Toting Saint were constantly fighting, and the remaining half of the city had already turned into nothingness.
Everything within a million miles has turned into a battlefield.
Those creatures that had managed to survive in the city had already retreated and disappeared, looking at the confrontation with horror.
The Demonic Saint, the first saint to become a saint, a girl in red they had never heard of, was able to fight to a draw with him... No, he was still suppressing her.
The Demon-Toting Saint was retreating, and during the fight with the girl in red, injuries continued to surface and worsen.
This battle lasted almost as long as three sticks of incense.
Millions of miles away, the world is in chaos.
On the desert, huge pits seemed to have melted and condensed into pits.
In this endless turmoil, it gradually returned to silence.
Qin Hongyi appeared in front of Qin Xuan, with faint blood stains on her hands.
Qin Xuan's eyes quietly opened, and a pair of eyes quietly reflected the figure in red.
"Escaped?"
Qin Xuan slowly stood up and dressed in white clothes, Sheng Xue.
Qin Hongyi pursed her lips and nodded slightly. She was a semi-saint after all and had not yet become a saint.
Of course, she could suppress the demon-enforcing saint, but there was nothing she could do if the demon-enforcing saint wanted to escape.
In the past seventy-six years, she has not become a saint. Firstly, she did not have enough understanding, and secondly, she was accumulating knowledge.
Every year, her strength is improving.
But, after all, there is a gap.
Qin Xuan smiled softly and wiped away the blood on Qin Hongyi's face.
"Then just catch up!"
Behind it, the Chaos World Wings were shaking slowly. The moment the Chaos World Wings emerged, the broken world around them seemed to freeze.
The next moment, Qin Xuan's traces had disappeared.
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In the Western Region, the Demon-Toting Saint was dressed in ragged black clothes. There was a hideous blood hole on his shoulder. All the blood and bones in it had disappeared, and his right arm was hanging down weakly.
"Damn it!"
"How can this girl be so strong? When did such a monster appear in the Western Regions!"
"Could it be that you came from another domain?"
The expression on Saint Tuomo's face was extremely ugly. As an ancient genius, a being who had been consecrated to Emperor Bound for two hundred years and entered the first level of sainthood, how could he be a weakling?
He originally thought that no matter how strong Qin Hongyi was, she could only be on par with him.
Who would have thought that the final result would be like this, running away in embarrassment.
The Demon Entrusting Saint could no longer detect any trace of Qin Hongyi. Perhaps Qin Hongyi had not come after her, but he, who was always cautious, did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
The remaining Saint Yuan in his body suddenly burst out, and his speed surged again, heading towards a place in the Western Region.
In the vast desert, there is a place where green mountains and green waters are full of life.
There are even more birds and beasts looming, shuttled among the mountains.
The gurgling water does not enter the desert, but circulates freely in this world.
Once upon a time, this was the territory of Xiluan Tiandao Sect, the sect of the second-class emperor of the Western Regions, and it was also the holy land that everyone in the Western Regions longed for.
But now, this place has completely changed its name.
Zhengu Mountain!
The existence of hundreds of thousands of ancient geniuses and twenty-one saints gathered together.
It is also one of the two major forces in the Western Region now, and has almost attracted most of the ancient geniuses from the Western Region.
At the foot of Zhengu Mountain, there is a man wearing a silver robe. His hands are like eagle talons, he has four arms, and his eyes are like
Alexandrite, looking at the stream ahead.
There are no fish or waves in the stream, only the water flowing as if it were still.
Suddenly, a faint ripple appeared on the stream, making this creature stare.
Above this stream, a piece of heaven and earth is reflected.
It was the demon-entrusting saint who kept traveling back and forth, and his body was seriously injured.
"Tomo, are you injured!?"
He spoke strange syllables, which were not the language or writing of this era.
Immediately, he tapped his feet, and his body disappeared in an instant.
Not only this saint, but there were about sixteen saints in Zhengu Mountain, all looking in the direction where the demon saint came.
They all knew where the Demon-Entrusting Saint had gone. It was a secret realm of a Saint who had entered the third level of Sainthood, and was competing with the living beings of the world.
That saint’s holy essence and holy path are in harmony with the devil-enabled saint.
"Era Palace should have sent the Magic Mountain Saint there!"
"The Demon Mountain is the first level of becoming a saint, but it was reached later than Tuo Mo. Tuo Mo shouldn't have suffered such a heavy blow!"
"No, Tuo Mo's wound doesn't look like an attack from the Demon Mountain. Could it be that the Era Palace sent a second saint?"
The green hills are endless, and there are different buildings everywhere. Inside, there are terrifying beings opening their eyes.
Every existence can overwhelm the Immortal Land.
The saints under the canonized Emperor Bound are almost comparable to the great emperors who have not been canonized under the Bound Emperor.
His status is transcendent and his strength is enough to make all living beings look up to him.
After about a hundred breaths, the demon-entrusting saint finally appeared on Zhengu Mountain.
The sixteen saints have been waiting for a long time.
The face of the Demon-Toting Saint was ugly, and there was even a hint of a wry smile.
These guys are not so kind, most of them just laugh at his jokes.
"Tomo, you lost to the Demon Mountain? You are the first person to become a saint, but you will lose?" There was a silver python wearing a robe, only its head was exposed, and without moving its mouth, a voice came out,
It's the language of this era, but it's a little weirder.
Tuo Mo slowly fell down, he shook his head and said: "We have not lost to the Demon Mountain. This time, I get two-thirds of the inheritance of the secret realm, and the Demon Mountain gets one third."
The eyes of the saints narrowed slightly, and another saint among them spoke, "You have never been defeated by the Demon Mountain, how can you be in such a mess?"
"Did Jiyuan Palace do it?"
Tomo's face was gloomy and he did not answer directly.
After hesitating for about ten breaths, he finally spoke, "I'm not sure if it's someone from the Era Palace, but a girl in red who I accidentally met after leaving the secret realm!"
"Girl in red!?" All the saints looked at each other. Among the saints known in the Western Region, there is no one who looks like a girl in red.
Tomo, however, continued to speak calmly, "That girl in red is only a half-saint!"
"What? Tomo, are you talking nonsense? How can a half-saint hurt you like this!?"
"Yes, the gap between the semi-saint and the first level of becoming a saint is so huge, even if it is a sneak attack, it shouldn't be right?"
"Tomo, are you kidding?"
All the saints sneered at him. How could a half-saint injure the devil to such an extent in the first stage of becoming a saint?
But soon, the saints stopped laughing.
They looked at Tormo's always gloomy expression, and their smiles gradually disappeared.
Tuo Mo would not joke about such a thing, which means that what Tuo Mo said is true.
He, the saint who entered the first stage of becoming a saint, was defeated by a half-saint in this world.
"Do you know this woman, who calls herself Qin Hongyi?" Tumo spoke slowly.
"In addition, there is a young man in white beside this person, and Qin Hongyi obeys this young man's advice."
Qin Xuan flashed through his mind, and a chill could not help but rise in his eyes.
"The young man in white, the girl in red, Qin Hongyi..."
The saints murmured softly, and immediately, the expression of an ancient saint suddenly changed.
Before he could speak, the void shook behind the demon saint, and two figures slowly emerged.
Qin Xuan and Qin Hongyi appeared here. Qin Xuan looked at the seventeen saints with his thin lips slightly parted.