Laozi, the Great Supreme Being

Chapter 1023 The final resort, the Immortal Killing Sword Formation
  "Don't talk nonsense. Could it be that the mighty Western Demon Ancestor wants to compete with the poor Taoist in words? If that's the case, just admit defeat!"

"court death!!!"

Demon Ancestor Wutian's eyes were extremely cold as he stared at the calm Taiqing Saint Tang Feng. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his blood-red eyes were filled with extreme anger.

"Then fight as you wish."

When Tang Feng, the saint of Taiqing, said these words, there was a fierce momentum, like a sharp blade coming out of its sheath and a hidden dragon coming out of the abyss. The fluctuations directly pushed back the surrounding demonic energy.

Demon Ancestor Wutian stepped on the void, his eyes were cold, and he also locked Tang Feng's position.

"Hmph, you are really overestimating your capabilities. I really don't know where you got the courage to fight me one on one."

Feeling the soaring fighting spirit released by Tang Feng, Demon Ancestor Wutian suddenly laughed, and the sharp laughter echoed in the void, filled with deep sarcasm and disdain.

Tang Feng looked at the arrogant Demon Ancestor Wutian indifferently, clenching his palms tightly, and the bright golden light enveloped his whole body. He held the Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda of Heaven and Earth in his left hand, and held the Beast Burning Sword in his right hand.

Then two figures, one green and one white, began to fight directly above the sky. I just feel that the world is dark and the world has changed. Mountains and rivers moved and rivers were cut off.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but the battle on the earth is finally coming to an end. Although these puppets refined by Demon Ancestor Wutian are very powerful, they are simply raised to the level of a sub-sage or quasi-sage with the help of external forces. Only at this level could he barely stop the people from the prehistoric times from rescuing Taiqing Saint Tang Feng.

So after a period of time, with the joint efforts of several prehistoric saints, these demon sect puppets were finally wiped out. Except for a few low-strength cultivators from the Great Luo Realm, most of the prehistoric people died. Safe and sound. ,

The disciples of the Demon Sect who saw the defeat of the Demon Sect's puppet no longer wanted to fight, and retreated one after another. They retreated and did not dare to fight with the people in the prehistoric world. They just watched from a distance.

At the same time, a loud noise was heard in the sky.

The two figures separated again.

The bodies of Taiqing Saint Tang Feng and Demon Ancestor Wutian were revealed.

Taiqing Sage Tang Feng's brows were still heroic, but there were beads of sweat on his forehead, and a trickle of blood flowed from the tiger's mouth. Obviously, there was no advantage in fighting against the Demon Ancestor who was now comparable to the Heavenly Dao Realm, but Fortunately, it was finally the time when those puppets were defeated.

Nowadays, most of the followers of the Western Demon Sect have died out. Demon Ancestor Wutian is already on his own and will be defeated sooner or later. This is a no-brainer.

Although Demon Ancestor Wutian was surrounded by a huge amount of demonic energy, his face was gloomy, and he seemed very dissatisfied that the demon sect puppets he had evolved could only persist for such a short time.

"It's only half a stick of incense before my fellow Taoist can withstand my attack. I'm really unwilling to do so." Demon Ancestor Wutian gritted his teeth and said with a hum.

"If you are wrong by a hair, you will be wrong by a thousand miles. Even if the difference is just one breath, you will still fall short of the success."

Taiqing Sage Tang Feng did not argue with the other party.

It is true that the opponent's current strength is greater than his own, and he can only deal with it. It is absolutely impossible to easily win him by relying on his own strength.

But the good news is that the battle below is over, and he has help again, and he is no longer alone.

The current situation is very unfavorable for Demon Ancestor Wutian. Of course, this is not the worst thing.

Although Demon Ancestor Wutian still refuses to admit defeat, the situation in his body is indeed not optimistic, because his strength relies on those bloody altars to continuously supply his own energy. However, most of the altars have been destroyed now. Even half of the demon sect's disciples have died. Now the energy supplied to them is getting less and less, and their own strength has also dropped a lot.

If the current situation continues, it will be oneself who ultimately loses.

Demon Ancestor Wutian will never allow such a thing to happen to him.

"If you want to win with more, hum, it's not that easy."

"The good show is yet to come. Do fellow Taoists really think that my decades of running the Western Pure Land of Pure Bliss are just preparations? You really underestimate me."

Demon Ancestor Wutian glanced at the Pure Land of Western Paradise, with a hint of ferocity in his eyes.

"I didn't want to do this at first, but all the great masters are forcing me to do this, so this is the only way."

The sound of the forest is not finished yet. Demon Ancestor Wutian flipped his hand, and a bright black mist shot down, and finally touched the ground. Then everyone in the prehistoric era was horrified to see countless blood glows centering on the place where the black mist landed, and began to spread in all directions. The blood lines are like huge spider webs. Include the entire space.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

Just when everyone in the prehistoric era was surprised and uncertain about this, the ground began to tremble violently, and several sword lights suddenly spewed out from the ground.

(End of this chapter)