I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

"Damn it, Xiao Yang is such a psychopath, being so merciful is going to cause trouble!"

Hongjun shook his head and cursed: "I will say it again, stop right there and get out of the Three Realms. If you try to destroy the world again in the Three Realms, I will, on behalf of Heaven, take away your Hongmeng Purple Qi!"

"Oh my, teacher, are you getting old and confused?" Although several saints were dissatisfied with Hongjun, the one who was most excited was undoubtedly Tongtian Sect Master. "Come on, come on, draw out the Hongmeng Purple Qi for me. If you could draw it during the Conferred God Battle, you should have done it for me. Why did you have to wait until now?"

"Hey I..."

When he appeared in the Battle of the Gods, there was a group of mortals and ordinary gods watching on the side. Hongjun had to be more concerned about his image and be reserved so that the "Ancestor of Taoism" would leave a better image to the world.

The Three Pure Ones and the Two Saints of the West naturally also cooperated and put on some show. After all, no matter what, they were really Hongjun's disciples and students who attended lectures in Zixiao Palace. If Hongjun did not have a good reputation among mortals, then they, his disciples, would not have a good reputation either.

But now this place is full of saints, so Hongjun naturally won't pretend with these saints.

This old man is very casual, otherwise he wouldn't be thinking about retiring and playing in a parallel world every day.

"Tongtian, do you believe that I will beat you up?" Hongjun was always unhappy with Tongtian. This guy was really excited.

"I don't believe it. There are eight saints here. I'm not saying anything bad about you, Master Hongjun. You are just a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. Who are you fighting against? One against eight. Are you a fool?"

Although this was a script that Yang Gui had already written for Tongtian Jiaozhu, he still felt really refreshed reading these lines.

"I am not a nobody. Okay, okay, I won't take action. You have forgotten what the way of heaven is, right?" Hongjun was an old acquaintance of several saints and was very clear about their abilities.

If a fight really breaks out, it's hard to say what will happen. Before, there were five saints, and I had to think twice before I could win. Now there are eight saints, and even if I can win, I will definitely be bruised and battered, and lose arms and legs.

Since he was beaten like this, he naturally couldn't control the power he exerted. At least five or six of the eight saints would die. Although the saints would not really die if the Heavenly Dao existed, it would take a long time for them to be reborn from the Heavenly Dao.

It's really not necessary.

We are all saints, so why do we have to fight to the death?
Hongjun's own fighting power could not crush them, but the Heavenly Dao could. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he would mobilize the power of the Heavenly Dao to separate the saints who jumped the most happily and calm them down. Then he would find the three who had been repairing the situation and ask them to help him.

With four against five, Hongjun has the confidence to crush the Three Pure Ones of Xuanmen and the Two Saints of the West decently, imprison them and throw them into the chaos, and make sure they behave themselves and don't disturb his shift change plan.

Hongjun had a good idea, but his expression changed drastically as he stretched out his hand.

He felt his hands were empty, as if he had scooped up a handful of air.

You must know that let alone saying that you are the way of heaven, even if you are a dragon or a tiger in the Golden Immortal realm, there will be surging wind and clouds following you wherever you go. The special effects of those great Golden Immortals when they appear are all falling from the sky, golden lotuses surging from the ground, and the light of Tao covering their bodies.

As the great Heavenly Dao, when you stretch out your hand, hundreds of Daos should follow you. The power of Heavenly Dao is your hands, feet, and arms, not anything else.

But now Hongjun felt that his hand was broken.

That's right, it's like waving your arm and finding there is no hand on it, it's empty.

"What's going on?" Hongjun had never seen anything like this. It's not that he didn't believe there were people stronger than him in this chaos. In fact, the higher the level he came into contact with, the more insignificant he felt.

I am just a successor of the Heavenly Dao, not even as good as Pangu, not to mention those higher levels. Although it is said that the strongest person in the known history of this world is Pangu in the Taishi realm, since there are realms above it, it means that there are still people above it.

Hongjun never dared to be arrogant and think that he was invincible.

But this is too weird. Even if a powerful person deprived him of the ability to control the Heavenly Dao, it shouldn't be silent. Again, the power of the Heavenly Dao is like Hongjun's hands and feet. No matter how powerful the enemy is, it is impossible for him to cut off Hongjun's hands and feet without him noticing.

Fortunately, Hongjun is one of the three thousand gods and demons of chaos after all. He is a powerful being who has been roaming in chaos since before the creation of the world. He is also the first person in the world to cultivate to the realm of saint. Although he has let go of his struggle experience, he has not thrown it away.

The old man quickly became alert, and the avenue of the Tai Su realm burst out from his body and surrounded him. For the first time, he displayed sound and light effects all over his body, like a saint who was lower than him.

This is exactly the true situation of how the Taoist Ancestor defeated the Demon Ancestor and exterminated the demon in the West.

Anyone who can kill the Demon Ancestor and thinks that Hongjun is just a philanthropic old man is a fool.

The eight saints stopped pretending and stood together, with special effects bursting out on their bodies, facing Hongjun in a fighting posture. Even Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu, who had just really fought with real fire, temporarily put aside their hatred and connected the pure energy of the Three Pure Ones to face Hongjun.

For them, all those hatreds can be put aside for the time being. The most important thing is to be able to transcend the Hongmeng Purple Qi - or the constraints of the Heavenly Dao.

"Okay, okay, are you guys plotting against me?" Although Hongjun didn't understand what they meant, his rich experience in fighting made him not waste words, but instead he took the initiative.

"go with!"

A sharp red light pierced straight through Tongtian Sect Leader... and Nuwa next to him.

As we all know, among the great saints, Nuwa is the weakest.

Because Nuwa did not have any innate magic weapon, she was not as good at fighting as the Three Pure Ones of Xuanmen and the Two Saints of the West.

"God-killing gun!"

Several saints exclaimed, and Nuwa took out the Mountain River Society Map and unfolded it, which transformed thousands of worlds and blocked the red light. However, the God-killing Spear destroyed three thousand worlds in an instant, pierced through the Mountain River Society Map, and still rushed straight towards Nuwa.

"Sword formation, rise!"

Seeing this, the saints around could not remain indifferent. The Master Tongtian used the Four Swords of Zhuxian to kill the divine spear. After the broken map of mountains, rivers and the country, a black and white Tai Chi map unfolded in front of Nuwa and flowed slowly.

Yuanshi Tianzun unfolded the Wuji Xinghuang Flag, and Jieyin Taoist took out the Qinglian Baose Flag and also blocked behind the Taiji diagram. Zhunti Taoist took out the Qibao Miaoshu, preparing to be the last line of defense and wipe out the God-killing Spear.

The saints were all highly skilled practitioners, and their experience in fighting was slightly less than that of Nuwa, so they shouldn't have been so flustered. But they had miscalculated, and never expected that Hongjun, the dignified Daoist Ancestor, would be so decisive, with poor vision, and not caring about the face of the Heavenly Daoist Ancestor, and directly took the initiative.

Of course Hongjun doesn't care about face. If he does, he will lose his life.

These demon gods who have survived the chaotic fighting before the creation of the world are not comparable to the creatures after the creation of the world. In that world, they will be surrounded and kicked by a group of strong people of the same level or even strong people of higher level at any time.

Hongjun is well versed in the art of group fighting, and he knows that it is better to cut off one finger than to injure ten fingers, so he raises his hand and uses the relics of his former enemies to attack, striving to create a deterrent result first.

The saints were also very aware of this. They would not let one of their teammates die at the beginning, so the Three Pure Ones and the Two Saints acted together. Hongjun's move restrained his six saintly disciples and made them understand why your teacher is still your teacher.

Hou Tu and Ming He rolled up the divine power from the earth and planned to attack Hong Jun.

But Hongjun stretched out his hand and pushed Hou Tu's earth power aside, and the Styx felt that the sea of ​​blood was steaming and had signs of drying up. "Oh my God, why is it coming to me?"

Minghe was horrified.

It was normal that Hongjun would focus on Nuwa, who was originally thought to be the weakest saint. But he forgot one thing, he became a real saint in prison, and now he should be the weakest saint. No matter what, Nuwa is stronger than Minghe.

This is Hongjun’s real killer move, which can actually cut off one of his fingers.

Kill Styx first.

The Jade Disc of Creation floated above the head of the Styx, and the divine light covered the Styx, constantly evaporating the power in his body and the sea of ​​blood that was connected to his life.

The Styx was known as the most difficult power to deal with in the prehistoric world, because the Styx would not die until the Blood Sea dried up. Even the saints were unwilling to take action against the Styx easily. First, the Blood Sea was very dirty, and the saints did not need to mess with it themselves. Second, the Blood Sea was connected to the tunnel. If the Blood Sea dried up, the three realms would be in turmoil.

Therefore, in the entire prehistoric world, almost no one can cope with the powerful vitality of the Styx.

Then Hongjun will give you a solution today. It's very simple, I will just evaporate your sea of ​​blood.

As for the world being in turmoil, I am the Heavenly Dao, it is easy for me to create another sea of ​​blood, or it is not difficult to create another Three Corpses Quasi-Saint to suppress the underground sea of ​​blood.

The powerful survival ability that the Minghe is proud of is a complete joke in front of Hongjun.

Faced with the threat of death, Minghe's face was filled with horror. Not only his body, but he almost felt his mind was frozen.

Is this the pressure of facing the way of heaven?
Minghe has always felt that he is not inferior to others. Even those saints, he thinks they are just lucky and have one more Hongmeng purple qi than him.

Now he understood that perhaps those six saints were really lucky back then, but by now, their cultivation had already far surpassed his own.

Hongjun looked at Minghe, who had almost no resistance and was about to be taken down by him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although I don't know why this group of saints collectively rebelled against the Heavenly Dao, but with just a few of you, do you still want to attack the Heavenly Dao? It's too early!

Especially this Styx, who didn't even understand what a saint and the way of heaven were, yet he dared to attack himself?
Fortunately, although Minghe was not familiar with Tiandao, there was an old colleague who often dealt with Tiandao standing next to him.

Hou Tu stretched out her hand, and the divine power of the earth lifted the Styx and tried to leave the coverage of the Jade Disc of Creation.

Although Hou Tu could not easily help Minghe escape from trouble with Hongjun's ability, the vibration of his body allowed Minghe's frightened mind to come back to his senses, allowing him to at least take action to protect himself.

At the same time, a ball of Xirang continued to expand between Hongjun and the Minghe River, covering a large area in an instant.

"Hmph, that's it..."

Hongjun was just about to say that this kind of thing couldn't stop him, but when he turned his head, he saw a delicate fist beside him growing bigger and bigger in front of him.

"boom!"

Hongjun was punched away by Houtu.

"Why would I play all these fancy tricks with you? I'm the ancestor of witchcraft!" Ever since Hou Tu started hanging out with Yang Gui, her artistic style has gradually begun to develop in the direction of Yin.

"The Ancestor Witch is launching a sneak attack? Are you worthy of being called the Ancestor Witch? Are you bringing shame to Pangu?" Hongjun stood up, covering his panda eyes, and smashed the Xirang with one palm, then hit Houtu on the head.

Hou Tu was just about to use the power of the earth to defend herself, but she failed to block anything.

"puff!"

Minghe was knocked flying by a punch, and his back hit the Jade Plate of Creation, just like tofu hitting a mountain. Countless bones and muscles in his body were broken, and the blood spurting out of his mouth was enough to fill half a sea of ​​blood, almost drowning the surroundings.

"Alas, the weakness is too obvious." Although no one expected Minghe, the imprisoned saint, to be of any use, they did not expect him to be so weak.

Of course, becoming a saint is not a fake. If it was the Three Corpses Quasi-Saint Minghe who slapped it and hit the Jade Plate of Creation, he would have been killed by the double attack and would have to wait for countless seconds to be reborn in the sea of ​​blood.

"Boom!"

Fortunately, the Six Saints finally got rid of the God-killing Spear, the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, the Pangu Banner, the Tai Chi Diagram, the Seven Treasures Tree, the Heaven-Repairing Stone, the Relics, and all kinds of saints' magical weapons, and they hit Hongjun mercilessly.

Hou Tu pressed her hand on the ground, and the power of the earth separated the battlefield, on the one hand, cutting off the connection between the Jade Disc of Creation and Hongjun, and on the other hand, pulling the Styx aside. The saints had a strong ability to recover, and even though the Styx was beaten half to death by Hongjun, it would take only a few breaths to recover.

"You traitor, let me see what you can do!"

Hongjun was not afraid at all. There was no point in being afraid. The bravery and ruthlessness from the Chaos Demon God made him feel ruthless, and he waved his sleeves to meet the enemy.

"Boom!"

Hongjun is indeed capable. Not only is he a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, but he is also a strong man who has cultivated the power of the Dao to the Taisu realm. Compared with these saints of the Heavenly Dao, he is much freer.

Cutting off the control over the power of Heaven, it seems that the configuration is similar to that of an ordinary saint, but when fighting, it becomes clear that it is not the case.

Hongjun's sleeves fluttered and his magic power shot out, stroking and guiding the magic weapons that the saints shot at him. Although it was not easy, he still blocked them all. Then, the magic power of the Great Dao gushed out and hit the saints.

He can fight one against six and still suppress the six saints.

But the scene was not beautiful enough. Hongjun did not have an overwhelming advantage. He fought for a moment. For a saint, this moment for a mortal was also a long time. After the fierce battle, he was in a mess and his magic power was surging.

At this time, Minghe finally recovered and joined the battle with Houtu. He knew that he was the weak link, so he just hid behind the Seven Saints and attacked cautiously.

With the addition of two saints, the pressure on Hongjun increased dramatically, and he was soon at a disadvantage.

"Ah!" Hongjun roared suddenly, and the Tai Su Avenue shook, shaking away the attacks of all the saints.

Hongjun panted and asked the saint in front of him: "Assholes, who taught you to rebel against heaven?"

"Hey, teacher, you called me?" Yang Gui poked his head out from the void. (End of this chapter)