White light shines in the world.

Tianqi Forest was directly lit up in white at this moment.

Xu Xiaoshou could even feel the power similar to Jiang Xian's holy blood from this white beam. He originally thought that Jiang Xian would die.

But in this moment of crisis.

Jiang Xian, who was repeatedly vomiting blood and unable to speak clearly, raised his eyes towards the white beam of light.

The light that was enough to light up the night did not make him shy at all.

On the contrary, on that ferocious and desperate face, the three gray flowers in Sanyan's eyes turned around at a speed that was extremely slow.

The person wearing the red dress and mask should be eye-catching.

Then it must act on the target.

And the light beam has to act on the eyes.

His eyes will inevitably follow him.

This is Sanyantong's opportunity.

"Change hole!"

Jiang Xian's low level of cultivation could not prevent Jiang Xian from forcibly displaying the ultimate ability of Sanyan Pupil: Turning Mind hole against the Dao-killing master in the distance.

This kind of power that controls human souls is beyond the realm of heaven.

Even the realm of cultivation will affect the control effect, and it can also be like a man in a green robe mask using his cross pupils to forcefully resist the holy power.

It can be offset by paying some price.

Brush it.

The white beam of light stopped for an instant before it penetrated Sanyan's eyes, and was only a hair's breadth away from Jiang Xianzhi's face.

However, Jiang Xian, who suddenly turned gray and had the face of an old man, had the power of turning his Sanyan pupils to immediately act on the fairy eyes of the man in a red dress and mask in the distance who dared to look directly into his eyes.

The white light in the hands of the masked man in the red dress suddenly weakened, his eyes became empty for an instant, and he began to mutter something in a daze.

"Yama……"

One side.

Almost the moment Jiang Xian used the Turning Intention Kong, the man in the green robe mask moved.

He pulled out the spiritual sword in his hand and slashed it horizontally.

The sword light tore through the night and instantly emerged from Jiang Xian's neck.

"boom!"

"Bang!"

However, at this moment, loud noises exploded from the position of Jiang Xian's neck and the area behind him that was cut open by the sword energy.

But there was not even a trace of blood color.

The man in the green robe mask looked stunned and suddenly realized something.

"icon……"

Yes.

This is holy power!

With Zhan Dao's casual blow, Jiang Xian's physical body, which was completely exploded by the protective spiritual weapon alone, was unable to withstand it at all.

But at this moment, Jiang Xian continued to work on the Sanyan eyes of the man in the red dress mask and refused to let go, and white mist rose up from his body with the sword.

A cloud of white mist.

Xu Xiaoshou, who was hiding behind the battlefield, could not help but tremble in his calves.

At this moment, as he stared at the white mist in front of him, he felt guilty as he bowed his head in repentance, as if he had blasphemed the gods with his eyes.

He even began to feel like kneeling down and paying homage.

However, how similar are these scenes to the illusion of "swallowing mountains and rivers" at that time?

Almost as soon as his mood changed, Xu Xiaoshou's aura surged upward, pushing aside the terrifying power erupting from Jiang Xian's body, and he stood up straight.

Xu Xiaoshou, who was at the rear of the battlefield and was not the center or the focus, could do this.

The man in the green robe and mask in the bureau couldn't do it at all.

As soon as the white mist rose, his kneecap shattered with a bang, and his entire calf was wiped off.

The moment his lower body disappeared, even if he tried his best to raise his head, he was still under the terrifying pressure of the white mist of the icon, and his head was pressed deeply into the ground as if it was about to crack.

"Boom boom boom——"

The land for several miles around Tianqi Forest sank by more than ten feet at the same time amid the apocalyptic noise.

And at this time.

Even the holy statue has not yet begun to appear on Jiang Xian's body.

What comes out is just the white mist on the eve of the icon's appearance.

But that is holy power!

It is an irresistible factor that transcends heaven!

It is what only saints possess that is so invincible to the mortal world!

It is the sum total of all disasters, and it is the beginning of all new life, before chaos, after existence and non-existence, not in the five elements, not in the six paths.

This is the so-called "holy" person, who is superior to the world and inferior to God.

"Sage" refers to it on behalf of others, not "yes".

This is a kind of power that cannot be described in words. The common people use "holy" to refer to it, which means it is transcendent. But if you really want people to explain "holy", no one can explain it.

As soon as the icon appeared, the scene completely changed.

With only half of his body left in the earth, the man in the green robe and mask took all precautions, but he was still pressed into the earth.

The man in the red dress and mask, who was completely controlled by Sanyan's eyes and refused to bow his head in front of the saint, was shattering and dying bit by bit.

Naturally, Jiang Xian, the real body, cannot withstand such great power.

However, while his body was decaying, the white mist of the icon was healing him.

This is the power of blood, the confidence of the semi-saint's successor, and the last trump card to not be afraid of the final risk.

Xu Xiaoshou, who was in a disappeared state, was almost unable to bear it.

It wasn't until he suddenly woke up while gritting his teeth and resisting desperately that he realized that the "disappearance technique" was not invincible.

Holy power can affect him in the disappearing state.

But what he is enduring now is the mighty power of the Holy Path that was already weakened by the "disappearance technique" and is still part of the aftermath of the battle.

if……

How about facing it directly?

Xu Xiaoshou did not dare to continue his delusion.

At this moment, even though he gritted his teeth and held on, he was crushed into a hunched-backed shrimp by the rapidly rising power of the Holy Dao, and he couldn't even lift his head at all.

But it doesn't matter.

"Perception" still conveys distant images.

Although distorted and blurry.

But sometimes it's still clear.

Xu Xiaoshou could see Jiang Xian switching back and forth between pain and enjoyment, and knew that it was the interaction between the application of Holy Power and Holy Power treatment.

I also saw fake tears lining the small half of her body that was embedded in the ground and was almost cracked.

I even saw the hypothetical storyteller who was completely reduced to the last embers in the void...

"died?"

Xu Xiaoshou's hair stood on end.

Is this child's play?

You are the Dao Slayer!

Fighting and fighting, once the holy statue is opened, you will be gone?

King of Hell, how could you not be prepared for this move?

Isn't it the possible saint power of Jiang Xian that you have been wary of?

Xu Xiaoshou tried his best to see clearly what was going on inside the white mist of the icon, but there was nothing except a tall outline.

He seemed to see gods and demons with three heads and six arms, a Bodhisattva who sympathized with all living beings, or even an extremely ordinary old man...
To be continued...