"I have underestimated you." Jun Guangming said with his eyes swaying.
Fang Xiao said coldly: "To each other."
"Hmph! So what if your realm is stable? If you violate the agreement and don't give us an explanation, today is the day you become a saint, and it will also be the day of your downfall!" Wenren Zizai stepped forward and said,
He said in a cold tone.
Although Tian Yishen and Zixuan Zhenren did not speak, their Qi movements were firmly locked on Fang Xiao.
The four pseudo-sage ancestors were all murderous towards each other at this moment.
Even if it wasn't to avenge Lin Fan, he still had to take advantage of this opportunity to get rid of Fang Xiao and eliminate a major problem.
The Four Families and the Holy Temple are completely at odds with each other, and there is no possibility of reconciliation. Fang Xiao is already a pseudo-sage with outstanding fighting ability. Keeping him here will cause endless troubles.
"You guys want to kill me?" Fang Xiao's eyes flashed slightly and he asked in a deep voice.
Jun Guangming and the others replaced words with actions.
The four people quickly dispersed and surrounded Fang Xiao.
Four majestic and vast saintly powers formed an indestructible space cage, locking Fang Xiao firmly.
Don't leave him the slightest chance to escape.
"Fang Xiao, you broke the agreement first!" Jun Guangming said loudly.
"Hahaha! If you want to kill me, just do it. Why do you need to find so many excuses!" Fang Xiao held the Bagua ancient mirror in his left hand, and in his right hand appeared a bloody dagger with a cold light.
Not weak.
Fang Xiao actually has two sacred weapons!
The sacred weapon of defense is the Bagua ancient mirror, and the sacred weapon of attack is the bloody dagger!
"You're right. There is really no need to make excuses. You and I are already enemies."
As Wen Ren Zizi spoke, a rusty broken sword appeared in his hand.
Although it is a broken sword, it exudes endless power and is obviously a sacred weapon, named "Ancient Broken Sword"!
Tianyi Shen and Zixuan Zhenren each sacrificed their own sacred weapons.
Tianyi Shen is a long and narrow sword with a very small arc, only two fingers wide. There seems to be cyan light and shadow flashing on the blade. This is the "green blade"!
Zixuan Zhenren is a simple whisk with a strong sense of vicissitudes and years. This is a "stainless whisk"!
The four false saints all have holy weapons in their hands. The power of the saints is constantly surging like the vast ocean, and murderous intent fills the vast sky.
At this moment, a vague and mysterious sound suddenly came from the sky.
Like weeping.
It seems to be whispering in my ear, but it seems to be far away in the horizon.
It's unpredictable.
Jun Guangming and others' expressions changed and they turned to look.
Only four ghost-like white figures were seen, carrying a black coffin, stepping into the void.
Figures kept flashing.
One moment it was in the west, and the next moment it was in the south.
The coffin bearers in white, the black coffin, and the unpredictable teleportation of ghosts and ghosts all reveal something strange.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Tianyi Shen shouted in a deep voice.
At the same time, he raised his palm, and a transparent energy handprint suddenly appeared where the black coffin was, and he held it toward the coffin.
But at the moment when the handprints were about to hold the coffin, the coffin and the four pallbearers disappeared at the same time.
The next moment.
The coffin appeared thousands of meters away.
There was a "bang" sound, and the god held his hand empty.
His expression suddenly changed.
The palm formed by the mighty power of the saint can seal the space, but it has failed. Could it be that the person in the coffin is also a false saint!?
It's just that the weird black coffin seems to have the effect of blocking perception, making it impossible to sense the breath in the coffin.
Just when Tian Yishen was surprised, the four coffin bearers carrying the coffin actually broke through the blockade of the four people and appeared next to Fang Xiao.
The four coffin bearers all kneeled in the void, dragging the coffin so that it was placed horizontally.
Fang Xiao's actions once again surprised Jun Guangming and the others.
Fang Xiao unexpectedly put away the Bagua ancient mirror and the bloody dagger, clasped his fists and bent down, bowing deeply towards the coffin.
The attitude was extremely respectful.
Jun Guangming and the others did not dare to be careless and quickly gathered together.
The next moment, the coffin lid vibrated, making soft noises as it collided with the coffin. A moment later, with a "bang", the coffin lid slid toward the end.
Then, a figure sat up from the coffin.
His head was full of withered yellow hair, his face was as pale as paper, bloodless, his eye sockets were sunken, his face was almost skin and bones, no flesh and blood could be seen, he looked like a mummy.
There were a few strands of gray rags hanging on his body, revealing a row of clearly visible rib marks on his chest.
It was such a person who looked like a mummy, but the faces of Jun Guangming and the others changed at the same time, and their expressions became solemn.
Because none of the four of them could see through the "mummy".
"Sage Mo Zhan, why are you here?" Fang Xiao asked respectfully.
Mo Zheng slowly said: "The master of the main hall sent a message to me, saying that you are very likely to encounter trouble after passing through the tribulation and becoming a saint, so let me come and take care of you. Haha, I didn't expect that there are people who are not afraid of death and dare to become a saint with me.
The palace is the enemy."
The voice was hoarse, but a bit sharp, as if an iron nail had been scratched across the glass. It was very harsh.
After saying that, Mo Zang turned his head and looked at Jun Guangming and the others.
His pupils were all white and there were no eyeballs, which was extremely strange and heart-stopping.
"Mo Zhan? Didn't you die a million years ago?" Master Zixuan seemed to have thought of something, his pupils shrank, and he said in shock.
"I am dead, but I am alive again, haha..." Mo Zombie said with a smile.
No, he had no flesh at all, only skin and bones.
"Mo Zhan? Mo Zang!? Is this the Mo Zang who was rumored to have died in the Twilight of All Saints a million years ago?" Jun Guangming also found information about Mo Zong in his memory.
Mo Zhan once participated in the Battle of the Saints a million years ago, but at that time he was only a pseudo-saint of the second calamity. He could only be reduced to cannon fodder in that unprecedented battle, and he died at the beginning of the war.
But now, Mo Zang appears here.
He is actually still alive, but he has become like a human being and a ghost.
Mo Zhan's figure slowly moved upward, standing in the void above the coffin.
The rags on his body were blown wildly by the strong wind.
Looking at Mo Jiang's body shape, he might even weigh sixty kilograms, which would give people a shaky feeling in the wind, as if he would be blown away by the wind in the next moment.
He opened his arms, squinted his eyes, and breathed in the air greedily, with an expression of enjoyment.
"The air I haven't seen for a long time, the sunshine I haven't seen for a long time, this is the feeling. I really miss it." Mo Zhan sighed with emotion.
Jun Guangming, Tianyishen, Wenren Zizuo and Zixuan are all as if they are facing a powerful enemy.
Mo Zhan was a strong man of the same era as the ancestors of all the forces, and he was once a two-kalpa pseudo-sage. In terms of reputation, prestige, and strength, he far surpassed these ancestors who were in the one-kalpa pseudo-sage realm.
The next moment, Mo Zhan's expression condensed, and a strange and turbulent death aura filled the air from his body.
The light gray death energy is constantly surging, corroding the space, making it weird and unpredictable.
"Whoosh!"
Mo Zheng turned his head suddenly and looked at Jun Guangming and the others.
"Tell me, you guys, how do you want to die?" Mo Zhong's hoarse voice conveyed a strong murderous intent, and along with the death aura, Jun Guangming and the four of them were all chilled.
This is the False Saint of the Second Tribulation, and his aura alone is so terrifying!
"Mo Zheng, stop pretending. If you were in your prime, I'm afraid the four of us would have died long ago! But we are still alive and well. This only shows that although you were lucky enough to survive that catastrophe,
, but you will definitely suffer heavy losses. And even if a million years have passed, your strength has still not recovered!" Zixuan's eyes flashed with a bright light, and he stared at Mo Zhan and said.
Mo Zheng's expression remained as usual, without any change, and his tone was extremely cold, "You are right, I am indeed not in peak condition, but dealing with you guys is not a problem."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Zheng opened his arms, and the thick death aura around him instantly condensed into countless sharp claws, roaring towards Zixuan Zhenren.
Like countless ghosts howling!
It’s like a million innocent souls screaming in agony!