Today, Tongtian wants to ask the ancestor of Jiandao!
The moment the leader of Tongtian Sect fell, the entire heavenly court, no, the entire prehistoric world seemed to have fallen into solidification in an instant.
At this moment, there was no sound of wind or rain in the world, everything became quiet.
The saint wants to fight against the Taoist ancestor!
Since the beginning of the prehistoric world, such a thing has never happened!
If it was not seen with your own eyes, if it was not heard with your own ears, if it was not felt with your own eyes, who would have believed that all this was true!
“Hahaha…hahaha…”
When Hongjun Daozu heard Tongtian's voice, he suddenly raised his head, stroking his palm and laughed for a long time, lowered his head, looked at Tongtian leader mockingly, and said lightly: "I am the saint of Hunyuan Wuji Dadao. You are just Hunyuan Wuji Daluo Jinxian. What are you asking about the sword and me? Even your Qingping Sword and your four swords of Zhuxian are all given to you! Do you want to give me the sword I gave to you and ask me for the sword?"
"No one gives me the sword, always keep my heart! Wherever my heart goes, it is where the sword goes! All evils, avoid the ease!"
The leader of Tongtian Sect looked at Hongjun Daozu calmly. In his eyes, there was no joy or sorrow, only the surging fighting spirit rolled around. He shouted coldly in his mouth, and a sword light that was like a training suddenly flew out along the Qingping sword he held in his hand.
"Zheng!"
The sword light shuttled, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, or like the sea of anger. There was a vast vast area between the sky and the earth, and dazzling sword lights were everywhere, endless divine light was rushing, and the vast sword intent was surging. Here in the Heavenly Court, it seemed to have turned into a boiling sea of swords.
At this moment, the sun, moon and stars became dim and shiver; the entire world was trembling violently.
Almost the moment this crazy sword intent appeared, the shackles that Hongjun Daozu Zhenfeng, who was in the field, flew away instantly.
But at this moment, everyone was no longer concerned about anything. The moment they regained consciousness, they fled back quickly, and no one dared to stay.
The saints confront the Taoist ancestor, and the Hunyuan Wuji Daluo Jinxian fights the Hunyuan Wuji Dadao Saints. Such a level of confrontation is not something they can interfere with. Even if the power leaked out is exposed, once it is contaminated with the body, what is waiting for is probably the ending of turning into ashes!
"There are all ants under the great way, and the sky is connected. In my eyes, you are just a humble insect! I am the only saint in this vast world. You are just false saints! Do you think I will really be afraid of you?"
Hongjun Daozu looked at the howling sword, shouted coldly, and then raised his finger forward and gently flicked it.
"boom!"
The sky and the earth were buzzing, and wisps of the heavenly qi spread out, turning into a kind of magic weapon of the great way, sweeping towards the sword light that was sweeping across the sky.
Rumble... Rumble...
The two collided, and violent trembling sounds were endless. A terrifying aura spread out, shattering the heaven and earth. All the towers and palaces in the heavenly court turned into ashes. In the void, large areas of space cracks appeared, riddled with holes.
"puff……"
Under the violent collision, the leader of Tongtian staggered back and coughed out a mouthful of blood.
Even though he is one of the six saints in this world, even if he is the leader of the Intercept Sect who claims to have a glimmer of life for sentient beings, he still cannot fight against such a force.
"Come again!"
But there was no fear or retreat on the face of the leader of Tongtian Sect. The Qingping Sword swung, and the sword energy flew out again.
In the world, the blazing light gathered and suddenly turned into a thirty-three-story pagoda, as if it was the only master of the Zhoutian. Although it was a pagoda, it was like an immortal god. Not only that, in this thirty-three pagoda, there was chaos surging. The spiritual treasures that were first opened in the world appeared, flowing light and suppressing the Tongtian Sect Master.
This is a terrible scene.
Everyone was stunned. Such power made people feel that there was no way to defeat, or even no way to fight.
As Hongjun Daozu said, before the thirty-third pagoda possesses chaos and the power of heaven, it is impossible to fight against it at all. It is like a world of isolated "heaven" and "human". Such an existence has no way to defeat it. Even if the leader of Tongtian is a saint, he is actually just a larger ant.
If there is a huge difference in such a battle, there is no way to overcome such an existence.
Even under such circumstances, everyone couldn't help but feel that the leader of Tongtian was afraid that he would die!
"cut!"
The leader of Tongtian roared, holding the Qingping Sword, and hitting the Nine Heavens in the boundless power of light, and wanted to cut open the thirty-three pagoda with one sword!
At this moment, every pore on his body was spitting out a sword light, as if at this moment he had turned into a sword star.
In a trance, his flesh, his meridians, his bones, and his internal organs all turned into one sharp sword after another, and countless were countless. At this moment, all trembling and shaking, revealing a sharp aura that struck the eternal.
"boom!"
With a shocking roar, the Qingping Sword in the hand of the leader of Tongtian sect cut the thirty-three-level pagoda evolved from Hongjun Daozu torn apart, tearing the chaos and shattering one of the treasures.
The sword light was like a shattered decay, and it was like a rushing bamboo, rushing and flowing. In the blink of an eye, it broke through nearly half of the pagoda.
However, halfway through, even though he had turned into a sword, flowing out brilliant light and bursting out sharp sword light, he still showed a decline.
Even if he is the leader of Tongtian, even if he is the leader of Jie Sect, even if he is one of the six saints, even if he holds it in his hands for Qingping Sword, he is only the Hunyuan Wuji Daluo Jinxian, and is still a little short of the saint of Hunyuan Wuji Dadao!
"Zheng...keng..."
I don’t know how long it has passed, but suddenly, the sound of a sharp blade stuck in the void sounded.
After piercing the seventeenth level of pagoda, the Qingping Sword of the Tongtian Sect Master finally stagnated and could no longer move forward!
"town!"
Hongjun Daozu shouted coldly and gently brushed his hand down.
In an instant, the thirty-three pagoda hangs down, and the boundless heavy pressure drops down. The Qingping Sword hangs down, and the infinite power falls down, falling on the body of the Tongtian Sect Master.
"Crack...Crack..."
Suddenly, the sound of bone cracks sounded, endlessly, and even bloodstained along his mouth, nose and ears!
"There are all ants under the great way! Tongtian, you are ants!"
Hongjun Daozu's cold words echoed in the sky, leaving a quiet place in the starry sky!