This time, the Five Saints looked at Shi Ji with bad eyes, but no one took action rashly, because there was a Tongtian beside Shi Ji, who was eager to try and looked at them, which was also extremely bad.

This is the prehistoric world, not the chaos, the mountains of Buzhou fall, the sky falls, the earth sinks, and Nuwa repairs the sky. They refine the earth, and only five thousand years have passed.

The prehistoric world really can't stand the trouble.

Nuwa regretted not leaving early.

Now she's in trouble.

Tongtian sword pointed at the Four Saints, and the Four Saints moved forward without moving.

But Shiji knew that they were communicating, including Nuwa, and although she could not hear their voices, she could perceive them from their most subtle emotional changes.

The moment Yuanshi Tianzun looked at her, Shiji let out a shocking sound: "The leader draws his sword!"

A cold light slashed at the Four Saints, and the Tongtian Sect Master did not hesitate at all.

The Tai Chi diagram in my sleeve has not yet shaken open, the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Flag and the Qinglian Baose Flag of Yuanshi Tianzun and Cunti have not yet arrived, and the Nuwa Niangniang's Mountains, Rivers and Country Map has just been started, and the heart that raises the lotus platform has moved, and the sword of the Tongtian Sect Master arrived.

The Four Saints took action in a hurry, and the four immortal lights could not resist a sword light

"You retreat soon!"

When a saint fights, gods suffer. One bad thing is that it is destroyed. The saints are all ants, which is definitely not a joke.

The disciples of the Ancestral Sect were all like frightened birds and birds scattered. The powerful people of heaven and earth, and the most powerful people shook their heads. Yuanshi Tianzun loved his disciples, but these disciples were too brave.

There were disciples of Jie Sect standing in front, facing the five saints who were afraid of danger and looked at death as if they were home. There was only one person in front of them, and there were their teachers and three other saints in front of them. They actually gave people a feeling of being panicked. The saints protected their shortcomings and protecting them in this way, making people wonder what to say. What is the use of such disciples? It’s useless.

The Antarctic Immortal Weng Yun Zhongzi was also in a daze. When did their junior brothers and their disciples of the Ancestral Sect become like this, they are greedy for life and fear death, and have no blood at all. The two are lost and confused.

They looked back at the man, who stood calmly on the Bagua Platform, and his footsteps never moved a little. They seemed to see a mountain, and they could only look up at the mountains that they could never cross, like their teacher.

Yes, although she is not a saint, no saint dares to underestimate her. She stood there as if the whole world was stable. The zither, this is the zither master. They should not be afraid of standing on her side, right?

The battle between the saints has begun. Lao Tzu shook the Tai Chi diagram. Yuanshi Tianzun Cunti set up the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner and the Eastern Green Lotus Baose, leading the twelve-grade merit golden lotus to guard one side. The four saints divide the heaven and earth with the Tai Chi diagram, the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner, the Eastern Green Lotus Baose and the twelve merit golden lotus. They want to talk to the Tongtian Sect leader in this small world in four directions. The mountains, rivers, and the country map fell, and the sky was sealed. The five saints all breathed a sigh of relief, but what seemed to be missing?

Only Antarctic Yun Zhongzi and the bystanders could see clearly, including Nuwa, but no one made a sound. Maybe he was shocked, or maybe he didn't want to make a sound.

Only Nuwa knows that it's too late.

Even if she takes action, it's too late.

"Good means, good plan!"

Nuwa's lips curled up, and her eyes burst into bright colors.

"Shiji!"

With an angry roar, it was Yuanshi Tianzun.

Shiji disappeared, and along with Bagua Platform, he disappeared.

She called out: "Come on the bridge."

The Naihe Bridge on the Santu River crossed the Yin and Yang realms and took her away, as well as the Zhuxian Formation Map and the Pangu Banner suppressed by the Zhuxian Formation Map.

"Meng Po, you dare to interfere in my affairs of heaven!"

Yuanshi Tianzun was almost madly angry.

Grandma Meng stood at the bridge and sneered, and she had done everything, and asked her if she was a fool?

Hongjun's disciple, Grandma Meng curled her lips, it really doesn't work.

Grandma Meng stood at the bridgehead here, looking at the bridgehead at the other end, Naihe Bridge returned through the land, and the Shiji, which is particularly pleasing to the eye today, stood at the bridgehead at the other end.

The Styx held down the sword. If Yuanshi Tianzun entered the Jiuyou Underworld, he could draw the sword, but Yuanshi Tianzun did not come. He would only bring shame to himself. He was not referring to Shiji, but Youmeng, the old man who died.

When Naihe Bridge returns, ghosts on the river bank dissipate like a tide, waiting for Naihe Bridge to communicate with each other. They are so happy to drink Mengpo Tang, and they have been waiting for a long time.

After the Zhuxian formation was broken, Grandma Meng drank and retreated from the ghost on the bridge.

This is Shiji's retreat.

Before the bridge fell, Shiji had already spoken: "Please send me back to Chaoge City."

Grandma Meng's words turned to her mouth: "I knew your stuff was not that delicious."

No matter how much I complained, I had not yet fallen into the Naihe Bridge and turned toward the sun again.

"Thank you!"

Grandma Meng pulled the corners of her mouth, but she didn't say anything.

Soon, a figure appeared at the head of Chaoge, dressed as white as white and eyes as night. He looked at the direction of the unveiling sign and was silent for a long time.
Chapter completed!