"Kunpeng, please bring your sea clan here as well."
"We are no match for Hongjun."
Ancestor Minghe said with a sad face.
The three quasi-sages, plus the hundreds of thousands of Asuras, are definitely no match for Hongjun.
Even if Kunpeng's sea tribe joins, it will be a drop in the bucket.
At best, it just emboldens them.
They didn't know where they had made the mistake, and they actually had the courage to confront Hongjun.
I'm afraid my life is in danger!
"Boom!"
Suddenly, there was a loud thunder.
The Qiankun Ding hangs high in the sky.
Accumulating thunderclouds.
The sky and the earth changed color, and dark clouds rolled over the city.
The thick mana is like Mount Tai, suppressing this murderous space.
When countless primitive creatures saw this scene, they held their breath and did not dare to speak.
Including Sanqing, this was the first time for them to see Hongjun so serious.
It seems that Tang Seng's breakthrough hit him really hard!
"Is it really necessary to go to this point?"
I frowned and stared at the Qiankun Cauldron above the sky.
Until this moment, Hongjun was still gathering strength.
But the power is no longer something that the three quasi-sages can compete with.
If Hongjun used all his strength to smash down the Qiankun Ding.
Not to mention the three quasi-sages, the real killing and calamity space will probably disappear.
"well!"
"Master has been cultivating for hundreds of millions of years, but has never been able to touch the great road."
"Tang Monk has only 50,000 years of cultivation, but he is a saint on the great path."
"We all understand this pain, and Master naturally understands it too."
"It's just a pain for the three Ancestors of Styx."
"At this point, we can only pray for them."
Leader Tongtian curled his lips and had no other ideas.
In fact, these heavenly saints understand it very well.
Whether it's Liu Er or Tang Seng.
They can surpass them, the old and powerful, in such a short period of time.
It relies on Sun Xiaosheng's god-making methods.
This terrifying method of creating gods is not impossible to help them.
It’s just that Grandpa Hongjun couldn’t pull this old face to ask Sun Xiaosheng.
Therefore, you can only rely on yourself to strive for the law of the great road.
But now, there are only three levels in the Eighty-one Difficulties of Purgatory.
Hongjun really couldn't wait any longer, so he couldn't wait to take action.
But he overestimated his own character and committed a crime of anger unknowingly.
Therefore, even a saint has the heart of a mortal.
He has shown great kindness in the eyes of others before, but no one has ever been able to challenge his authority.
Once this layer of window paper is punctured.
Even saints are not exempt from vulgarity!
"Coming!"
At this moment, Patriarch Styx's nervous roar sounded.
Countless people in the prehistoric era suddenly put aside their thoughts and looked towards the Qiankun Ding.
The rumbling sound is endless.
The sky is bright with rolling thunder.
The majestic mana is falling little by little.
It's like the calm before the storm.
"Form up!"
Donghuang Taiyi roared, his face extremely solemn.
At such critical moments, no one dares to hide their clumsiness.
Otherwise, the consequences will be death.
Although the three quasi-sages all know that no matter how hard they try, they are only trying to defeat the chariot.
But we can’t just lie down and die.
Following the order from Donghuang Taiyi.
The Asura clan also gathered one after another.
Under the guidance of Donghuang Taiyi and Ancestor Minghe, a small Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was quickly formed.
The formation incorporates Tai Chi formation, Liang Yi formation, Four Symbols formation and Bagua formation!
Although the number of people is completely incomparable to the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation of Primordial Creatures.
But it is also the strongest defense method they have.
"What is in heaven, please return it to its original owner."
When there were thousands of troops, a sound like a silver bell came.
Everyone looked around and saw two streams of light popping out of Nuwa's jade-like fingers.
It seemed like two books were flying towards Donghuang Taiyi.
"Hetu Luoshu?!"
I raised my eyebrows slightly and murmured to myself.
This Hetu Luoshu is indeed a treasure from heaven.
It is the treasure of the first Lord of Heaven, Donghuang Taiyi.
During the Lich Catastrophe, the nine major witch clans tried to break through the Heavenly Palace and seek revenge on the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
But it has been unable to penetrate.
It relies on the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation and the Hunyuan Heluo Formation created by Hetu Luoshu.
However, Patriarch Kunpeng suddenly betrayed Heaven.
By stealing the Hetu Luoshu, the Heavenly Court lost its barrier and was completely exposed to the Witch Clan.
This is the final battle of the Lich Tribulation.
As a traitor, Patriarch Kunpeng knew he was wrong.
Afterwards, he hid in the far north and did not dare to come out.
Until the end of the Lich War.
He didn't dare to keep the hot potato of Hetu Luoshu.
So she took the initiative to hand it over to Nuwa in exchange for a chance of survival.
This Hetu Luoshu eventually fell into the hands of Nuwa.
When the treasure changes hands, the cause and effect is controlled by Nuwa.
Generally speaking, few people will take the initiative to repay.
What's more, there is no direct cause and effect between Nuwa and Donghuang Taiyi.
She has no reason to take the initiative to help the three quasi-sages.
Therefore, when she handed over the Hetu Luoshu, all the creatures in the wild could not help but be surprised.
"What I am doing is just to protect the Eighty-One Difficulties of Purgatory."
"If you want to obtain the Great Law, you have to go to Purgatory Eighty-One."
"If all the defenders die, I will be distressed too."
Nuwa said expressionlessly.
Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.
Sure enough, there is no free help in the world.
It's all just for their own benefit.
However, the return of Hetu Luoshu did give Donghuang Taiyi a chance to breathe.
Although Hetu Luoshu is only a top-quality innate spiritual treasure, it has created two great formations.
The defense is extremely strong.
The Great Formation of Ten Thousand Immortals is composed of countless small formations connected with each other to resolve the impact with the force of four or two.
However, the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation and the Hunyuan Heluo Formation relied on all the phenomena of heaven and earth, and even the stars, to overwhelm the enemy.
Even the saint's methods may not be able to break through the defenses of the two formations.
"Ha ha!"
"Huang Wa's move came just in time."
"I'll take over this cause and effect."
"If you block Patriarch Hongjun's methods, you will be greatly thanked in the future!"
Ancestor Styx laughed loudly, his face beaming with joy.
He, who was still frowning just now, was already thinking about how to laugh at Hongjun.
In fact, the battle between strong men is not very elegant.
They will also win the pretense contest and lose the call daddy.
It's just that for them, there aren't many opportunities to fight with them.
This kind of life-and-death struggle is even rarer.
Therefore, in the eyes of mortals, gods should be pure-hearted and celibate.
It's a pity that these are just the imagination of ordinary people.
Real gods are no different from mortals.
They also have emotions and desires, and they can also get angry.
What's more, they also like to show off!
Just like the ancestor of Styx is now.
"fall!"
Suddenly, Patriarch Hongjun's low shout echoed in the sky.
After accumulating strength for so long, is he finally going to start exerting it?