Intercept the second disciple

Chapter 280

"Look at how chaos works!"

After Pan Gu finished speaking, there was a huge force pouring into Xu Siyuan's body, it was still his own body, and he was still in chaos, but Xu Siyuan felt that everything was different.

It seems to have penetrated the origin of chaos at a glance, and seen the beginning of all things, the transformation between nothing and being when chaos is not yet complete.

It also seems to see all three thousand demon gods at a glance, and the three thousand roads seem to be in sight.

This feeling is a bit illusory, but Xu Siyuan is sure that he has indeed seen some Tao.

Pangu borrowed Xu Siyuan's sage to open the sky, so this is not Pangu preaching for Xu Siyuan.

"open!"

Pangu used Xu Siyuan's hand to swing the sword, and the moment the long sword in his hand fell, Xu Siyuan understood that for Pangu, the so-called ax and sword were no different.

There is immeasurable power on the sword, and when the sword falls, all chaos is broken as far as the eye can see.

Where the sword light passed, several demon gods who couldn't avoid it were broken from it.

To open the sky with power, in front of the supreme power, even chaos is like paper.

Coercing everything, crushing everything, this is the pinnacle of the Dao of Strength.

This is a sword that Pan Gu swung with Xu Siyuan's hand, and the style of this sword will be remembered by Xu Siyuan forever.

The chaos was split open, and Xu Siyuan's past body that was mentioned in front of him naturally no longer existed.

Zhun mentioned the past body and died.

At the same time, the six soul banners released countless black air, and the black light gradually erased Zhunti's imprint of the saint left in the void, and the black light also abraded Zhunti's physical body little by little.

The treasure of Liuhun Banner is indeed extraordinary. No one knows where Tongtian's treasure came from, but it is true that it can hurt a saint.

And merging the magic power of thousands of Jiejiao disciples sacrificed the life of Duobao, the chief disciple of Jiejiao.

The six soul banners can not only hurt the saint but also kill the saint.

Zhunti stretched out his hand, and some rain fell on Zhunti's hand.

There are saints who will die, and the world has feelings.

Zhunti looked to the west and then at Yingying who was trapped in the Zhuxian formation.

Zhunti smiled and said: "The Buddha can save the world, but he can't save himself after all!"

The sage smiled but failed to brighten the prehistoric world, Zhunti's smile contained endless vicissitudes and loneliness.

Zhunti looked at the six attendant immortals standing in front, Wuyun, Qiushou, and Lingya. These six immortals have been with Tongtian for a long time, and their status in Jiejiao is not weaker than those of the disciples who entered the house.

Zhunti whispered to himself: "Senior Brother, there is not much Junior Brother can help you with."

Zhunti waved his hand and all six attendants were seriously injured, and then the six attendants and more than a thousand Jiejiao disciples were sucked into the Qiankun bag, even Yunxiao and others could not help but float towards the Qiankun bag.

It's just that Zhunti's present body collapsed in the black light at this time.

Zhunti's body is now gone, only the Qibao Miaoshu Qiankun Bag and other treasures remain in place.

In the past and the future, Zhunti was not considered a real saint, and Tongtian's sword also cut off Zhunti's future body.

Once Xu Siyuan asked Tongtian how to kill the saint, and Tongtian told Xu Siyuan that if he wanted to kill the saint, he had to do it in the past, present and future at the same time. If three bodies were killed at the same time, even the saint would fall.

Xu Siyuan and Duobao are not yet saints, their control of time is not so precise, and the six soul banners did not cut off Zhunti at the first time.

Therefore, Zhunti can still be resurrected, and the immortality of a saint is nothing but empty words. It is not easy to kill a saint completely!
However, although Zhunti is a saint of the second realm, now that his body has been beheaded in the third life, even if Zhunti is resurrected, he can only be a saint of the first realm at best.

Moreover, it will take time to revive, and it will take time to restore his cultivation. At least for hundreds of years, Zhunti will not be able to come out to make trouble again.

Within hundreds of years, the sage Zhunti really fell.

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When the saint falls, the world grieves together.

The sky rains blood, and the earth produces blood and tears.

All sentient beings feel sad, and all sentient beings weep, with tears streaming down their faces.

In the Zhuxian formation.

Tongtian should have been happy when Zhunti fell, but Tongtian couldn't laugh because too many disciples of Jiejiao had died.

The reception is even more heart-wrenching, and the three thousand threads of troubles are gone, but it doesn't mean that shaving off the threads of worries can break all the worries in my heart.

Buddha said let go!

But the brotherhood in Jieyin's heart never let go.

For my teaching, I can sit in the west for countless years. For my teaching, I am willing to come from the east to compete with the sky. Also for my teaching, I can sit back and watch the red cloud fall so as not to ruin my teaching plan.

But after all, I can't just sit back and watch you Zhunti fall.

Under the bodhi tree, it's you and me, we've been together for many years, we've weathered the wind and rain together, you're the younger brother, but even more my brother!
Senior brother's incompetence actually let you fall, senior brother is sorry for you!
No one has ever seen a saint cry, and the world even thinks that it is impossible for a saint to cry, but at this moment, two lines of tears flowed from Jieying's eyes.

Tears are red, saints shed tears, tears of blood.

Two lines of blood and tears, countless past, senior brother, senior brother is really sad.

The Buddha said that love is cut off, but there is infinite sadness in my heart.

The three relics appear on the top of Jieying's head, there should be three Buddhas in the past, future and present, and the three relics correspond to the three lives.

Three lives and three lives, cause and effect are immortal, and the Buddha Dharma will prosper forever from generation to generation.

These three relics are the foundation of the sage who guides, and I don't know how much hard work I have put in to gather these three relics.

But at this time Jieyin gave up the three relics without hesitation.

"burst!"

Three relics are equal to the sage's self-destruction, and the original Laozi also exerted his strength together.

Even the Zhuxian Formation couldn't stop the saint's self-destruction, and the Zhuxian Formation was finally broken.

The Zhuxian formation is broken, the original is fixed on the Zhuxian sword, and Laozi is fixed on the Zhuxian sword, and the two swords are no longer owned by Tongtian.

The Zhuxian Formation was broken, and a huge deep pit appeared within hundreds of millions of miles around Qinglongguan, and the ground for hundreds of millions of miles was broken, and the entire prehistoric desolation was devastated.

He was escorted to the place where Zhunti died, and the saint's blood kept falling along the way.

The originally miserable Jieyin had a blank face, Jieyin put away the treasure that Zhun mentioned, and then said:

younger brother,

Let's go home!

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The heaven and the earth mourned together, and even the Taoist ancestor sighed slightly.

Most of the creatures in the world are ants in the eyes of Taoist ancestors, but the ants worked together to complete the feat of slaughtering the saint.

If all the saints work together, can they also slaughter the Taoist ancestor?

Just how to make you a saint!
Hongjun spread out his hand, and there were three pills in Hongjun's hand.

I don't know what materials are used to refine the three elixirs, and the three elixirs are very fragrant.

"it's time!"

Looking at the somewhat broken Honghuang Hongjun, he smiled and said: "Pangu has always been in front and Hongjun is behind, but from now on you, Pangu, will always be under my Hongjun!"

The sun and the sun have long since fallen, the ancestral witches are no longer there, Sanqing has retired, and your blood descendants, Pangu, are running out.

It has fallen in a few weeks, the world is broken, and now I will refine the world again.

You Pangu opened up the prehistoric, and I will accept your Pangu's prehistoric.

The Great Desolation just opened up is too big and too strong, even Taoist ancestors can only be in harmony with the way of heaven to control the Great Desolation, but from dragon and phoenix to Fengshen, first abolishing the Western Land, and then breaking the Tianzhu, the Great Desolation has been greatly weakened.

Now that the world was broken by several saints, Hongjun just happened to re-refine the Great Desolation. From then on, although the Great Desolation was created by Pan Gu, it has nothing to do with Pan Gu.

Since you have passed away, Pangu, even though your imprint is still left in the past, then you should stay in the past forever.

The body becomes the heaven and the earth, and the heaven and the earth are Pangu's true body. Re-refining the prehistoric world can not only eliminate the possibility of Pangu's resurrection, but also realize the supreme way in the process.

From now on, the new world only belongs to Hongjun!
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