The incarnation of Zhenyuan Immortal stands in mid-air, no different from a god.
Immortal Zhenyuan glanced at the sky and could vaguely detect that there were six groups of holy energy there, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
He knew that these people took action against him because of the instructions of the Six Saints.
Now in his incarnation, he killed all the quasi-sages in front of all the powerful people.
This feeling is no less than a slap in the face of the Six Saints.
He was also a little happy in his heart.
"Haha, congratulations to you, fellow Taoist Zhenyuan, for being able to survive this disaster. Maybe there will be hope for you to become enlightened in a different way in the future."
At this time, a woman's laughter came from the sky, very soft, like the sound of nature, making people intoxicated and feeling gentle.
As these words appeared, lotus flowers appeared on the sky, surrounded by various visions, which were sacred and gorgeous.
Many people were shocked. Of course they heard it. I am afraid this is the saint Nuwa.
"Saint Nuwa?"
Lin Han also looked stunned. Among the six saints, Saint Nuwa is the Holy Mother of the human race and has an extremely important position for the entire human race.
In the past, he had received favors from Saint Nuwa, and Shangguan Xiyun was also a descendant of Nuwa. Now that he saw Saint Nuwa, he naturally felt close to her.
"Be careful, this is not the real Saint Nuwa!"
At this time, Hong's voice sounded, saying.
"Not the real Saint Nuwa?"
A look of confusion appeared on Lin Han's face, could there be something fishy in this?
"Saint Nuwa is the Holy Mother of the human race. The human race has a low status in the prehistoric times. It is known as the blood of all races. Only in some special areas, where the number of human beings is large, can they barely have some power to protect themselves. Over the long years, Saint Nuwa
He has done many things to protect the human race, and may have been targeted to some extent. In short, the aura of Saint Nuwa in the sky is not real."
Hong's voice was a little heavy.
There are probably only a few people in the entire prehistoric era who can see these tricks.
After all, at the level of a saint, even if there is a so-called fake aura, ordinary strong people will never be able to tell it.
Lin Han couldn't help but take a breath of cold air in his heart. If this was true, then the mystery involved would be too great.
That level is too lofty, and I am afraid that he is still far away from it now.
The incarnation of Zhenyuan Immortal, after hearing the voice of Saint Nuwa, his eyes became deeper, and he seemed to be able to see the beautiful and holy figure in the distant sky. After a long while, the corner of his mouth showed a trace.
He sneered and said: "Sage Nuwa deserves the award. The Taoist has become old. It may not be easy to achieve Taoism in a different way. I just hope that the six saints and fellow Taoists will not target them at will."
He bit the words "Saint Nuwa" very hard, with a touch of mockery in his tone.
Saint Nuwa smiled sweetly and did not answer.
"Okay, the things here are over. Let's disperse. Let's compete again at the Hezhou Sword Competition two thousand years later."
At this time, an indifferent voice came from the sky again, ethereal and boundless, with a great majesty.
Around that hazy figure, there was a lot of green energy flowing, indicating that he was one of the Three Pure Ones.
Among the Six Saints, the Three Pure Ones have the same root and origin. They were transformed by Pangu Yuanshen, and their status is very transcendent.
Anyone who stands up and speaks has a huge deterrent effect.
The other saints did not speak, and one by one they gathered their breath and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Although there are some among them who have some relationship with Lin Han, but with their status, they will not personally do anything to Lin Han.
The status of saints in ancient times was too high and restricted by the rules of heaven.
Competing with Lin Han, whether in terms of fame or principle, is not worth what they do.
As the auras of the six saints dissipated, the terrifying pressure that shrouded the world slowly passed away.
Countless sentient beings breathed a sigh of relief. It felt like a huge mountain in their hearts had been moved away, and they almost collapsed.
The sense of majesty and pressure that comes with the arrival of a saint is so strong that it seems as if these people can destroy the world and cause everyone to die miserably with just one breath.
Of course they are afraid.
Lin Han also chuckled. It seemed that this disaster had indeed been resolved.
It can cause six saints to appear together. Such a grand event has not happened in many years.
"Let's go!"
The energy of the incarnation of Zhenyuan Immortal has been almost exhausted, and the light on the body's surface is a little dim. After adjusting his breath casually, he waved to Lin Han, and a soft wind enveloped Lin Han, and he flew away from here.
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Lin Han turned around and waved to Miao'er to say goodbye.
There was a little mist in Miao'er's pretty eyes. She waved to Lin Han, pursed her lips a little, and said, "You must come to the sword discussion conference. I will also participate. Let's see you at the sword discussion conference."
Lin Han smiled and nodded.
Participating in the Sage Disciple Hegemony Competition and being able to stand out can change the low status of the human race in the prehistoric times. As a human race, he naturally has a duty to do so.
There are also opportunities for sanctification.
This is too attractive to all cultivators throughout the prehistoric times.
Even if there is only one percent chance, countless people can fight for their heads.
Lin Han wants to make a name for himself in the wilderness, so naturally this is what he must pursue.
In the past half month or so, Lin Han and Zhenyuan Daxian returned to Wuzhuang Temple again. Looking from a distance, Wuzhuang Temple was hidden among the high mountains, with rays of light lingering, dragon auras overlapping, strange peaks rising side by side, and a myriad of scenes.
, like a fairyland.
Wuzhuang Temple is an extremely ancient building with an antique look, as if it has been sitting in the long river of time for countless years and has always been immortal. There are mottled marks on the walls.
The ginseng fruit tree, with lush branches and leaves, is tall and strong, growing in the Wuzhuang Temple. It shines with endless glow, as if there are thousands of gods and Buddhas singing in the tree, and bursts of mysterious Taoist sounds fill the air.
, which makes people fascinated and want to immerse themselves in it, as if they can achieve enlightenment.
Lin Han and Immortal Zhenyuan pushed open the door, came to the small courtyard, sat down in front of a low table, and sat down.
Then, with a wave of his hand, two fruits as white as jade and shaped like babies fell from the ginseng fruit tree.
The Great Immortal Zhenyuan incarnated, took one pill himself, and gave the other one to Lin Han, smiling: "My body is still at the critical moment of enlightenment and cannot be released, so I have to try my best to save this incarnation.
