Emperor Xin grabbed the Hongmeng purple qi with one hand, and slapped it forward with the other hand. In an instant, the Taoist Zhunti, who was deprived of the Hongmeng purple qi, flew out, his chest was sunken, his ribs were broken, and blood was sprayed in his mouth, which was difficult to resist.
The purple energy of Hongmeng, the fate of the saint, and the fortune of the holy realm were all deprived, which made him suffer severe damage at this moment, and he felt a weak feeling that he had not felt for countless years.
All this was unbearable for him, but it really happened like this.
"The saint is just like this..."
The cold voice of Emperor Xin echoed in the sky and the four seas, making the starry sky and the sky beside it, and there was a dead silence.
In the vast sea, Emperor Xin held the Tai Chi diagram of the Sixty-Four Hexagrams in one hand and stood quietly. Along his palm, wisps of blood slowly dripped, shocking.
It was not his blood, but the blood flowing out of the former saint, Taoist Zhunti.
This is an extremely shocking picture, everyone is like a wooden sculpture, staring at the scene in front of them in a daze.
Even countless years later, all the monks who have witnessed this scene will never forget it, and are imprinted in their minds and cannot be erased. Even when they recall it, they will tremble, frightened, uneasy and excited...
A saint, the saint who was once extremely powerful, has now been deprived of the purple energy of Hongmeng. The saint's fate and fortune are bound to shock the world.
Everyone was as stagnant as petrified. They stared at the scene in front of them with disbelief and incredible faces. Moreover, this was done by a Daluo Golden Fairyland, a human race who was seen by the world as extremely weak!
Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, and everyone was about to forget their breathing.
Breaking the barriers to the holy realm, breaking the eternal myth, and fighting against the heavens and defeating the saints, all of this cannot help but make people feel that Emperor Xin is the peak and respected under the starry sky and in the prehistoric world!
"Really? Could it be that there was an illusion! The saint will really be deprived of his fate?"
"The Six Saints, from now on, become the Five Saints, I can't believe it..."
"The Human Emperor is unparalleled in the world! The human race is afraid it will really rise! I think that in the future, they may have to step on the sea of stars and seas under their feet..."
I don’t know how long it has passed, and there are screams in the crowd. Everyone looked at the almost miraculous scene, their faces full of excitement and shock.
Such achievements are not achieved in their lives, and they can only look up, as if the peaks standing at the end of the road cannot be crossed.
"Zunti, today, I'll take you on your way!"
At this moment, Di Xin stared at Taoist Zhunti for a long time, and then slowly said.
He hesitated whether to kill Zhunti Taoist or save his life, so that the Hinayana sects he held behind him divided into Western religions, causing them to fall into internal strife, weakening the strength of Western religions, and making the Taoist invisibility unable to throw all his power into the great calamity of the gods.
But after pondering for a long time, he changed his mind and felt that he still wanted to kill Zhunti Taoist.
The prehistoric world has been silent for too long. Such a world has become corrupt. Many creatures and even human races have become accustomed to the six mountains of the Six Saints, and have become accustomed to the highness of Hongjun Daozu and cannot match them. They are in charge of their destiny, and they are in abundance of their words.
When Cundi died, the Western thoughts may be able to be unified. The Taoist in charge will have more say, which will add a little difficulty to the Great Tribulation of the Gods.
But compared to these, some changes have been made in the entire prehistoric world, and the decaying world have more vitality than many things.
Only the death of old things can bring about new life!
Only by dying a saint can you give this decay a little more vitality.
Let all living beings in the prehistoric world understand that there is nothing invincible or insurmountable in this world.
"No, you can't kill me! The saint cannot die. This is the tacit understanding of the prehistoric world! If you kill me, you want to be enemies with the saints!"
Taoist Zhunti panicked, stared at Di Xin with a trembling voice.
"The saint cannot die? That is the old Huangdi. Zhunti, you were in Zixiao Palace that day, and you didn't hear it. The saint can die in this God-Death Tribulation now!"
Emperor Xin chuckled and said indifferently.
"Everyone, please save me! Emperor Xin can kill me today, and in the future, you can kill you and others! Do you want to sit by and watch Emperor Xin kill one by one? Daozu, save me!"
Taoist Zhunti was in a panic, looking up at the sky, and kept shouting, hoping that the other five saints could come forward and save his life, and hope that the Daozu Hongjun could take action to rewrite what was happening in front of him.
"Di Xin, let Cunti go! Saints, don't die!"
When the Taoist heard the sound, he immediately appeared in the sky and said in a deep voice to Emperor Xin.
"Di Xin, stop. You have taken away the Hongmeng purple aura of Cundi. Enough! Saint, don't die!"
Not only the Taoist in the eyes, but also the Yuanshi Tianzun, who had been hiding and had never appeared, also appeared. He looked at Di Xin and said in a deep voice.
Although his relationship with Zhunti Taoist was very ordinary, he had no friendship.
But in any case, Zhunti Taoist was once one of them.
The six saints are united, one prospers and one loses together.
If the former saint, Taoist Shunti, was killed, then how would the sentient beings in the prehistoric world view them?
By then, wouldn’t these sentient beings feel that since Taoist Cunti can die, then these saints can also be killed?
The majesty of the saint is inviolable!
So, he must come forward and stop him.
Only when Cunti is not dead can the saint be kept!
"The saint cannot die..."
"Hahaha, anyone who is living in the prehistoric world can die, but the saint cannot die. Therefore, the saint can do whatever they want..."
"Therefore, the saints can regard sentient beings as straw dogs! They are all called ants under the saints!"
"So, the saint can do whatever they want based on their own joys, angers, sorrows, sorrows, and happiness without any bottom line or principles, and do whatever they want as they wish, and can easily determine the life and death of the other living beings!"
"This prehistoric world was originally full of vitality, but now it is rotten and stinking! Why? It's because of Hongjun, saints like you Yuanshi and Zhunti, who play with all living beings in their palms, and they will live as soon as they want to live, and as long as they want to die..."
"But, I want to ask, why? Why can you do this?"
"Just because you were born early and because you seized the opportunity of sentient beings, you can be shameless, shameless, and suppressed on sentient beings? Therefore, you can have no conscience and no humanity!"
"Such a prehistoric world, such a world, rotten and stench!"
"The saint cannot die?"
When Emperor Xin heard Yuanshi Tianzun's words, he raised his head and laughed. After Shen Ran said one by one, his laughter suddenly stormed, word by word, and said coldly: "Sorry, I don't recognize your rules! I, today, I will kill the saint!"