Faced with the indignation of the Red Lion Ancestor, Yang Ling Buddha shook his head and quickly raised it.

In the blink of an eye, he reached a height of one million feet like that black shadow.

He looked down at the Red Lion Ancestor and said, "Red Lion, you are the most unlike the Heavenly Saint. You do not meet the standards of the rules of the Heavenly Way. I have advised you many times not to interfere in the affairs of sentient beings. If you don't listen, you will be contrary to the Heavenly Way."

"Today, I and the Lord of Heaven will work together to destroy you. If there is a next life, don't realize the truth. You are only suitable to be a mortal."

After the words came to his voice, he raised his right hand and grabbed the Red Lion Ancestor.

The Red Lion Ancestor was so angry that he took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

That's the case.

Then let go of your hands and fight!

...

In the world of black cattails.

Zhou Xuanji and the demons were still under the slap of the scorching rain. At first glance, they looked like bones covered in flesh and blood, and were terrifying.

The sound of the old immortal's great way is still continuing.

Zhou Xuanji has become accustomed to pain, and can even be said to be numb.

His state of mind fell into unprecedented peace.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly came.

The wind blade visible to the naked eye hit his body, scraping away his flesh and blood, making him frown slightly.

The majestic spiritual energy gathered, accompanied by various fragrances. After entering his body, his pain was slightly reduced, and his body began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He was originally numb and felt pain again.

What is life worse than death?

He is now.

But he still insisted.

He is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die just like that.

What is the way of heaven, so what is the fate!

If he dares to let him die, he will expose all this!

He communicated with the sword spirit in his heart.

"Sword Spirit, this game is really impossible to crack for me?"

The Supreme Divine Sword System is known as the transformation of Hongmeng opportunity. Perhaps it is because of it that Zhou Xuanji was expelled by fate.

"Sword Master, are you scared?"

Jian Ling asked, his tone as always, without emotion.

Zhou Xuanji replied: "I'm not afraid, but I just told me everything around me that I will die, and I need to be sure."

Although the old god was very calm, he could clearly hear that the old god also felt that he had a life-threatening death.

As for the old beggar, I'm afraid he has given up on him.

He didn't blame the old beggar, he had never returned the old beggar yet.

And for the old beggar, he also has the most important person.

If it were Zhou Xuanji, if he could only choose one person to protect him, he would have chosen Jiang Xue without hesitation.

In the world, no matter how high the cultivation level is, the word "love" is unforgettable.

"You are the Sword Emperor, and you can break it with one sword. If one sword fails, you will kill all the swords together. If ten thousand swords still fail, then one million swords. This is your original belief. Have you forgotten?"

The sword spirit replied, and its words made Zhou Xuanji open his eyes suddenly.

The wind blade followed and pointed directly into his eyes.

The purple eyes shone with strange light, and the wind blade melted as soon as it approached and merged into his eyes.

"Yes! I don't need to care about other people's opinions!"

Zhou Xuanji murmured to himself, his tone becoming extremely firm.

So what about fate!

...

In a blink of an eye.

Five years have passed.

The great thousand gods have overcome the panic of destruction. All beings are reproductive and sects are also developing at their own pace.

This day.

The sky suddenly sprinkled golden lotus and countless red hairs, covering the entire Thousand Gods.

This is true for all the mortal worlds connected to the Great Thousand Gods.

The golden lotus comes to the world, and the red lion falls.

One more is the Eight Saints of Heaven.

In the mountains and forests, Si Mengyan and Hanging Thieves looked up at the cliff.

"What's going on? Is there another Tiansheng falling?"

Xuan Tuoya asked in shock. He had experienced the fall of Tiansheng before, and this was also the same strange phenomenon at that time.

Si Mengyan's face changed slightly, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

He instantly understood who was falling.

The Red Lion Ancestor!

"How could he be so powerful...How could he die..."

Si Mengyan's chest was undulating, and his eyes instantly turned red, as if he was congested.

The Red Lion Ancestor will protect the genius he values ​​in every way, and so does Zhou Xuanji.

When Xuan Tuoya saw his reaction, he understood.

"The Red Lion Ancestor Falls... Could it be..."

Xuan Tuoya instantly thought of many possibilities, and his face changed drastically.

Tian Sheng actually started to fight in the internal strife.

So far, there are only seven Tiansheng left.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from behind them.

Xuan Tuoya turned his head and looked, widened his eyes and shouted in surprise: "It's you!"

The visitor was a man in a hooded black robe with a handsome face, with a strand of white hair mixed in his black hair, deep eyes, and two interlaced crescent patterns between his eyebrows.

He smiled and said, "Long time no see."

He turned his eyes to Si Mengyan and smiled and said, "Hey, do you want to avenge the Red Lion Ancestor? Do you want to become the next Heavenly Saint?"

Xuan Tuoya's face changed and he was a little nervous.

Si Mengyan turned around and looked at the man in black robe and asked, "Who are you?"

He subconsciously used his spiritual sense to scan the other party, and found that he could not see through him.

"My surname is Ren, and as for the name, there are many. I like others to call me Ren Niming."

The man in black robe smiled and his eyes flashed, giving people a very cunning feeling.

...

In the world of black cattails.

A purple air fell from the sky and penetrated into Zhou Xuanji's body.

He then opened his eyes and said in shock: "Is this?"

The purple aura of heaven!

How could another purple aura of heaven fall down?

"This is the holy position of the Red Lion Ancestor. He gives you this purple aura of heaven, hoping to gain a glimmer of life for you."

The old immortal's voice sounded, his tone was extremely calm.

Zhou Xuanji frowned and asked, "What about him?"

The Venerable Daojing left the Thousand Gods before handing over the purple Qi of Heavenly Dao.

Could it be that the Red Lion Ancestor also wants to pursue the steps of Venerable Daojing?

"He has fallen."
To be continued...