When Patriarch Styx was still in the quasi-sage realm, he relied on the Nether Sea of ​​Blood to remain immortal.

Now that he has become a saint, the sea of ​​blood in the underworld is even more terrifying.

In front of Patriarch Styx is the boundless sea of ​​Netherworld blood, and below him is the 12th-grade red lotus of karma.

Even though Zhunti was at a higher level than him, he couldn't hurt him at all.

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Wa Palace.

Saint Nuwa is currently watching the battle of saints in Lingshan.

"Unexpectedly, when you first enter the Holy Realm, you are in the second and third heavens. The chance of their death is far from ordinary."

"It's just that the two sages in the West are both in the fourth heaven of saints!"

"You must know that the fourth level of the Saint's Heaven is a chasm!"

"Even two saints in the realm of the third heaven can't do anything to a saint in the fourth heaven."

"What's more, the two sages in the West are both in the fourth heaven."

"Ancestor Styx and King Ksitigarbha are still reckless."

"With their opportunities, they will one day be able to equal or even surpass the realm of the Two Saints of the West."

"Wouldn't it be more appropriate to come and take revenge when the time comes?"

If the Second Sage of the West knew what Sage Nuwa was thinking at this time, they would definitely jump up and curse.
Chapter completed!