Honghuang: How can I be invincible after death?

Chapter 8 The Death of the Saint
On this day, the clouds rolled in the prehistoric, the entire sky was shrouded in multicolored rays of light, flowers and rain fell all over the sky, and the faint sound of immortals spread throughout the prehistoric.

All the prehistoric creatures couldn't help but prostrate on the ground, and couldn't help but worship the sky.

"This is the auspicious sign of sanctification!"

Hong Huang Da Neng, who knew the secret, revealed.

In the past, he had seen such a scene four times in one day, and that was when the Sanqing and the Second Western Saints were sanctified.

Now there is another saint in the prehistoric world, which is really surprising.

Jiejiao Wanxian on Jin'ao Island immediately cheered when he saw this scene.

Today is a day worth remembering by all of them!

In the Nether Blood Sea, Patriarch Styx had just driven away the annoying guy. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth.

The person who should be sanctified the most is obviously himself!
But his face suddenly changed again, as if he had thought of something terrible.

"No, absolutely can't sit still!"

Patriarch Styx immediately made up his mind and flew towards the residence of the Asura clan with two innate killing spirit treasures, Yuantu and Abi.

"Ancestor!"

"Ancestor!"

The clansmen of Asura saluted him one after another, but what they got in exchange was that his head was beheaded by a sword.

"what……"

With the sound of screams, the red-eyed Patriarch Styx was about to slaughter the Ashura clan.

There is no fear in their eyes, but they are full of enthusiasm.

Patriarch Styx established the Shajiao, and their Asura clan are all disciples of the Shajiao.

From the day they were created, they have been waiting to give their lives for the ancestors at any time.

The ghostly sea of ​​blood around Patriarch Styx continued to engulf the bodies of the Asuras, gradually returning to their original size.

Only then did Patriarch Styx stop and let out a sigh of relief.

Even if there is no one in the Asura clan, there is no trace of guilt in his eyes.

The sea of ​​blood never dries up, Styx never dies, he thinks he can do it again!
In the chaos, Ye Changqing's primordial spirit broke away from the white jade sword.

"Reshape the real body!"

He opened his mouth to spit out a word, and the air of chaos rushed towards him frantically, recreating a body for him.

Is this the power of the saint?
Follow the law!
Feeling the new body, Ye Changqing felt ten thousand times stronger than before.

He punched forward, and a gray fist shadow instantly broke through the chaos and reached hundreds of millions of miles.

Too strong!

This is because he only used physical strength.

The Four Sages in the Zhuxian Sword Formation were still saying sarcastic words just now, but in the blink of an eye they were slapped in the face by Ye Changqing.

They no longer had the face to stay here, and they all escaped from the formation and walked away.

Master Tongtian put away the Zhuxian Sword Formation with a smile, and was about to go to Chaos to congratulate his disciples when something happened suddenly.

At some point, a gray phantom appeared above Ye Changqing's head.

The phantom was boundless, so even saints like them didn't notice it.

Thousands of avenues appeared above the sky, and the rhyme of the dao condensed into a long river.

The huge prehistoric world is just a bubble in the long river.

In the middle of the long river, a huge eye pupil broke through the water, and its gaze came to the prehistoric with the will of the great way.

At this moment, the air of chaos has been squeezed out for an unknown number of billions of miles, and the sky and the earth are bright.

The prehistoric world kept shaking, as if it was about to shatter again and return to chaos.

All living beings were pinned to the ground by this stalwart force and could not move.

Even a saint like Master Tongtian cannot break free from the shackles.

This is the avenue that the Great God Pan Gu wanted to transcend!
Compared with the power that Ye Changqing had just acquired, it was simply vulnerable.

Before he could react, an invisible force acted on him.

Click click!

It seemed as if something was broken in the dark, and it seemed that there was nothing.

When he looked up, the avenue above his head had disappeared without a trace.

It's all like a dream.

Ever since the Great God Pan Gu opened up the world, the way of heaven has manifested and the avenue has not come out. How did you come here today?
Just when all the saints were puzzled, the prehistoric world suddenly changed color again.

This time, the prehistoric world was shrouded in dark clouds and rained blood all over the sky, and the heavens and the earth were full of gods and devils crying.

"This is... the fall of the saint..."

"Could it be..."

Master Tongtian muttered to himself, and the moment he woke up, he went straight to Ye Changqing who was in the chaos.

After the Dao disappeared, Ye Changqing still maintained the original posture unchanged.

Suddenly, his face became extremely pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

The breath on his body was also extremely unstable, as if he was constantly discouraged like a rubber ball.

His cultivation also gradually declined, from Hunyuan Daluoxian to Zhunsheng to Daluo Jinxian, he fell to the realm of heavenly immortals before slowly stabilizing.

"Master, how are you?"

Master Tongtian supported Ye Changqing, who was standing unsteadily, and asked.

While sending his mana into Ye Changqing's body, he checked his injuries.

Ye Changqing's holy throne was abolished, and the primordial spirit was cut off by Dao.

No matter how Master Tongtian used his power to repair Ye Changqing's primordial spirit, it would not help.

The scars on the avenue are like a moat, all the strength has disappeared into the sea.

"Why is that?"

"why……"

"Changqing!"

The unwilling roar of the leader of Tongtian religion spread throughout the chaos, and also spread throughout the prehistoric world.

On Jinao Island, Jiejiao Wanxian felt as if a big stone was blocked in his heart.

Even in their dreams, they couldn't understand that despair came so quickly.

Just now they were still celebrating for their elder brother, but the next moment their sorrow flowed upstream.

Just when everyone was very sad, the corner of the mouth of the long-eared Ding Guangxian in the crowd raised an inexplicable arc.

In the Yuxu Palace on Kunlun Mountain, it has now become a sea of ​​joy.

The one who laughed the happiest was the pale Taoist Ran Deng.

He seems to have forgotten the previous embarrassment.

"Let me just say, how could the Jiejiao group of scales and armoured egg-born people succeed?"

Guang Chengzi, the head of the Twelve Golden Immortals, spoke sarcastically.

"Brother is right!"

"Becoming a sage and proving the Tao requires great luck, great merit, and great perseverance. Ye Changqing has none of the three. How can he be a saint of that day?"

Master Taiyi stroked his beard and talked eloquently.

Daoist Yuding also echoed, "Then Ye Changqing must have done something outrageous and unreasonable to deserve such a retribution."

Yuanshi Tianzun sat on the top seat. Although he felt a little sorry for Ye Changqing, he still felt relieved for a while.

He coughed and interrupted the self-congratulations of his disciples, and pretended to be serious: "You should take this as a warning and be vigilant at all times, so you don't want to follow in Ye Changqing's footsteps."

After saying this, Yuanshi Tianzun left.

In a certain side hall of Yuxu Palace, Yuanshi Tianzun burst out laughing heartily after setting up a formation to isolate and investigate.

"Hahaha!"

"Tongtian, I didn't expect you to have today?"

"So what if your disciple is sanctified? In the end, it's not the biggest joke in the prehistoric world..."

"Ye Changqing, Ye Changqing, how does it feel to be a saint?"

(End of this chapter)