Chapter five hundred and sixty-six ways to lose face
A huge momentum fell from the sky.
The most powerful saint of heaven poured nearly 90% of his magic power into the Qiankun Cauldron.
After accumulating strength for so long, once this blow falls.
The power created is definitely not weak.
At the same time, the Asura clan led by the three quasi-sages were also ready.
The small Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, plus the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation, and the Hunyuan Heluo Formation.
Like a hard turtle shell, it protected them tightly from behind.
Can the three newly established catastrophes of murder, ferocity, and greed be averted?
It depends on this moment.
"boom!"
The falling Qiankun Cauldron tore apart the void.
The sea of blood in the underworld is like boiling water, turning the river upside down.
The smile on Patriarch Styx's face solidified.
There are 480 million blood clones of him in this sea of blood.
But before touching the Qiankun Cauldron, thirty million had already been wiped out.
"Poof!"
Ancestor Styx vomited a mouthful of blood on the spot, feeling heartbroken.
"What a huge loss!"
He beat his chest and stamped his feet.
Obviously guarding the killing calamity can gain merit.
Before any merit can be gained, thirty million blood clones have been lost.
What a fucking unlucky person!
"withstand!"
"If we defeat Hongjun, we can naturally gain more merit."
"If the Great Sage is happy, he might even reward you with a few strands of the soul of a great saint."
"It's enough to make up for your loss of blood clones."
Ancestor Kunpeng hurriedly comforted him.
At such a critical moment, there must be no distraction.
What's more, Patriarch Styx is still the guardian of Killing Tribulation.
Let alone let him have other thoughts.
"You don't need to tell me, I know what to do!"
Ancestor Styx gave Ancestor Kunpeng a stern look, and immediately put all his thoughts into it.
The Qiankun Ding is getting closer and closer to them.
But the pressure is also increasing.
Seeing the Qiankun Cauldron fall into the killing and calamity space.
The whole world was shaking violently like an earthquake.
And in space, whether it is the sky or the sea of blood.
Hongjun's pressure alone tore everything apart.
This space seems to be showing signs of collapse.
"I can't hold it anymore!"
Ancestor Styx's eyes were bloodshot and he roared loudly.
"Crack!"
There was a shattering sound from the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation.
The cracks spread quickly like a spider web.
Countless stars exploded, turned into fireballs, and fell one after another.
"Crack!"
The Hunyuan Star Formation also began to shatter.
The two most powerful formations were unable to withstand the Qiankun Cauldron.
Ancestor Hongjun’s strength is beyond everyone’s expectations!
"Qiankun Ding!"
"As expected of the treasure of chaos!"
Nuwa looked heavy and started talking to herself.
The power of magic weapons is often ignored by people.
After all, whether one is strong or not, cultivation is the key.
Only those with the same level of cultivation can rely on magic weapons to compete with Tathagata.
Just like when Zhao Gongming chased and killed Ran Deng.
The same Daluo Jinxian, Ran Deng, the deputy leader of the Chan Cult, is not as good as Zhao Gongming because of his magic weapon.
He was chased for thousands of miles.
It can be seen that magic weapons are not useless, but there are very few truly powerful magic weapons.
Either it has become an owner, or it has been lost or damaged.
Nowadays, in the ancient world, the only intact treasure of chaos is the Qiankun Ding.
When Patriarch Hongjun exerted all his strength, all living beings were able to see the true power of the Qiankun Ding.
"Boom!"
A loud noise that could affect the prehistoric world came from the killing space.
After all, the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation and the Hunyuan Heluo Formation could not withstand the pressure of the Qiankun Cauldron.
Turned into countless stars and completely collapsed.
However, the momentum of the Qiankun Cauldron's fall has not diminished at all.
It still remains in its original falling state.
Heading towards the last barrier, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, they charged away.
"It's over!"
Donghuang Taiyi's pupils shrank.
The two formations created by Hetu Luoshu could not withstand the Qiankun Cauldron.
How could a mere small Ten Thousand Immortals Formation be the opponent of the Qiankun Cauldron?
Once the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation is broken, the Killing Tribulation Space will disappear.
The three great quasi-sages and the Asura clan will probably all be strangled to death by the power of the heavenly saints.
"Do you have any other means?"
"Stop hiding it, tell it now, otherwise you won't have the chance to tell it in the future!"
Donghuang Taiyi looked at the two people beside him impatiently.
Even though he had an old grudge with Kunpeng Ancestor, he was relieved now.
Living is more important than anything else.
"I have a solution, but it's a bit embarrassing."
Ancestor Kunpeng's face turned slightly red and he seemed to be reluctant.
"Where did all this nonsense come from."
"People are about to die, and they still worry about face. Is face more important than life?"
Donghuang Taiyi said angrily.
If there is nothing else to do, face is of course very important.
But in this current situation, we can only put down our dignity temporarily.
No matter how embarrassing Kunpeng's idea was, it was still more important than losing his life.
"All right."
"My method is very simple, but it requires the cooperation of both of you."
Kunpeng also opened his heart, but insisted on letting Donghuang Taiyi and Ancestor Minghe help.
"No problem, tell me quickly!"
Ancestor Styx urged.
"Ahem!"
Kunpeng coughed twice and then looked into the distance.
There, there is a monkey sitting there.
Then, Kunpeng took a deep breath and suddenly shouted:
"Help!"
…
…
this?!
Donghuang Taiyi and the Ancestors of Styx were both stupid.
Is this what Kunpeng said?
The cry for help spread throughout the wilderness.
Countless creatures were also turned to stone on the spot.
The solution that Kunpeng Patriarch said was to shout for help to Sun Xiaosheng.
In order to survive, the quasi-sage powerhouse doesn't even have to give up his face!
However, it is reasonable.
After all, life is obviously more important than face.
Even if it were someone else, he would definitely do this!
"What are you still doing?"
"Even if I am embarrassed, I cannot let myself be embarrassed alone."
"You guys have to help shout too!"
Ancestor Kunpeng gave the two people behind him a sharp look.
"hehe!"
Donghuang Taiyi and Ancestor Minghe smiled bitterly.
They really couldn't shout.
But I have already promised Kunpeng before, so I can't go back on it.
"That's fine."
"I, this emperor, will show off his old face and shout."
Donghuang Tai was so focused that he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Great Sage, help me!"
The three quasi-sages shouted.
The shouts spread out from the killing and robbery space.
It floated to Sun Xiaosheng's ears.
Sun Xiaosheng, who was originally bored, slowly raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Thankfully they figured it out."
"However, since you are willing to put down your old face and beg me, grandson."
"Then I, Lao Sun, will help you out of mercy."
Sun Xiaosheng chuckled.
Then he raised his palm.
He suddenly grabbed hold of the void.
An extremely strong wave rippled out.
Even if this power enters the void, it is still as real as substance.
It turns into a sea tide and rolls forward.
And the speed is not very fast, but it rushes to the Qiankun Cauldron just right.
The moment before the Qiankun Ding came into contact with the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.
Sun Xiaosheng's magic power happened to hit the Qiankun Cauldron.
"Boom!"?
This chapter has been completed!