Reborn in the Great Wilderness, I became the teacher of burning lamp

Chapter 212 Strong against the enemy
"Fellow Daoist Zhunti, did you break into the Pindao Dojo to declare war on the Pindao?"

The voice of Wuji Daoist was neither sad nor joyful, other people's treasures were one, and the human formation was one, without any flaws. A mere saint couldn't shake his mind.

When he asked this sentence, all the powerful people who were spying in the dark were shocked.

Not worshiping a saint is already a serious crime. What is even more daring is that this person actually questioned the saint?
You must know that the sage walks on behalf of the sky, and the sage is the sky.

"Is Taoist Wuji going to be on the same level as Tianping?"

Almost all the quasi-sages have this idea in their hearts.

"Hongjun Daozu, what did the disciple see?"

"This is to die!"

Some people howled and looked at this bad incident with deep malice.

In their view, this extremely lucky Wuji Daoist will soon die in the hands of the saint.

Taoist Zhunti looked indifferently, staring at Venerable Wuji: "Fellow Daoist Wuji, Pindao will give you another chance to organize your speech. Pindao didn't understand what fellow Taoist said just now."

When he was speaking, the endless aura oppressed him, and the power equivalent to thousands of worlds was born out of thin air and fell on the body of the infinite Taoist.

"The saint is angry!"

Everyone who saw this scene was horrified.

They didn't notice that Taoist Wuji who was standing opposite Taoist Zhunti didn't change his face or even frown.

"Fellow Daoist Zhunti, shall we fight in Chaos or Mount Sumeru?"

Daoist Wuji swept his eyes and looked at his own Longhu Mountain. Boy Huli and Boy Luli were cleaning the steps, and they didn't know anything outside the big formation protecting the mountain.

Taoist Zhunti shrank his pupils, and without saying a word, his figure disappeared in place.

Taoist Wuji glanced back at the prehistoric land, followed closely behind, and headed towards Chaos.

After the scene was finished, the two tacitly knew that this battle was inevitable.Both sides have to test each other's depth, just to confirm it.

"Fighting with a saint, this Wuji Daoist is really a fierce man, I really want to go to the chaotic world to watch the battle."

"What are you looking at? When a saint makes a move, every move and style is the pinnacle. One move of the saint's supernatural power can kill all of us."

"Let's go! Pindao will wait for Venerable Wuji to come back, and ask him for advice on the way above the quasi-sage."

In the void, all kinds of messages were transmitted frantically, and all the masters were discussing the battle between Taoist Wuji and Taoist Zhunti with great enthusiasm.

Swish swish swish!
And in the chaotic world, a battle that has lasted for two million years has finally begun.

Traveling through the prehistoric world, isn't what you want to stand at the peak of all living beings and fight against the supreme saint?

Countless runes of the Dao of Heaven form a seven-color precious light, which spans endless chaos and illuminates the universe.

In the prehistoric world, all creatures and creatures can be seen. On the ancient starry sky, there is an endless colorful galaxy.

However, each star in this galaxy is a great world, and each great world is composed of runes of the Dao of the Milky Way that are as numerous as the sands of the Milky Way.

In the endless galaxy, a huge divine coffin, magnified countless times, is like a pitch-black tomb, suppressing all worlds, burying the heavens, and shattering worlds one by one.

However, all of these are just playthings in the hands of Taoist Wuji and Taoist Zhunti.

Boom!

Time is rewinding and the void is warping.

The two held their own treasures, and fought wildly in the chaos. The chaos that hit directly exploded, and earth, fire, feng shui emerged.

"The coffin of the god of burial is comparable to the divine object of killing the god gun!"

The Taoist Zhunti made no secret of his greed, constantly flashing out seven-color precious lights, trying to shake the coffin of the God of Burying God and take it for himself.

The innate spiritual treasure with the runes of heaven, used by a saint, its power is absolutely comparable to the innate treasure.

Daoist Wuji suddenly appeared in front of Taoist Zhunti, if there was nothing, if there was a shadow, and he punched Taoist Zhunti in the face.

In an instant, Taoist Zhunti's protective holy light shattered and exploded into flying ashes.

Boom!

At the critical moment, a blessed divine pestle appeared on the fist of Wuji Taoist, and the dazzling avenue of divine light erupted, like a star exploding, extremely gorgeous and frightening.

呲呲呲!
Light waves raged in the chaotic void, washing away all concepts, and where the two fought, they could not see anything.

But in the prehistoric world, one can only see that the entire sky has turned pure white, and the light of the sun star and the lunar star are barely visible.

"The Daoist has passed!"

Zhunti Taoist's whole body has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the breath of heaven has become stronger and stronger.He brushed the treasure tree, and the seven colors of light converged to form an ax light.

The Great God Pan Gu opened up the world, the light of the ax dispersed, but the meaning of the ax remained forever between the prehistoric world.Taoist Zhunti, with the honor of a saint, gathered the intent of the ax and condensed it into this ax light.

This ax light is like a moat, dividing time and space, yin and yang, and the chaos is infinite, directly annihilating the energy of chaos, the sound of the ax echoes through time and space, and kills the infinite Taoist.

"Has it been targeted? The power of Pangu is indeed the nemesis of Chaos Wuji."

Taoist Wuji has no doubt that the power of chaos will be restrained to death by the power of Pan Gu.However, the premise is that the power of chaos is dead.There is no defect in power itself, water and fire, who can tell who will overcome whom?Chaos breeds Pangu, and chaos can surpass Pangu!

He trembled slightly, stretched out his arms, and took the initiative to meet Axe Light.

Taoist Zhunti couldn't understand this scene.

With the power of Pangu, a tough man of flesh and blood, do you think you have cultivated the true body of Pangu?
Clang!
There was a sound similar to the sound of metal and iron, and a huge wave of sound was rolled up.

Taoist Zhunti's face was full of shock, a magical ax composed of chaotic vitality actually followed the trajectory of the axe's light, and also went up to meet it, colliding with the power of Pangu.

Although they were annihilated at the same time, Daoist Wuji still blocked the blow.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

His heart shook violently, and he still didn't believe that Taoist Wuji could use the spear of the son to attack the shield of the son.

"Is it hard to understand? That's right! You are not a Daoist, and you have never realized the true mystery of the Dao."

Daoist Wuji looked calm, stretched out his hand to grab it, recalled the coffin of the God of Burying God, and slapped it hard, activating the rune of the Dao of Heaven on it.

Speaking of it, the state of the sages of the heavens is very similar to that of the Wuji Daozun who is united with the Wanlongbianrenbao. It looks very powerful, but it is actually just a hypocritical illusion.

For example, Taoist Promise can easily comprehend the mysteries contained in the runes of the Dao of Heaven in the state of unity of human and treasure, but as long as he leaves the state of unity of human and treasure, no matter how much he comprehends, it will disappear instantly.

In his real realm, he does not have the qualifications to comprehend the runes of the Dao of Heaven, and no matter how he comprehends them, it will be futile.

The same is almost the case with the saints.They usually reach the sky and enlighten the Tao, practice hard, and seem to have gained a lot, but once they fall to the holy position, millions of years of penance will be turned into water.

Taoist Zhunti didn't have time to savor the meaning of Taoist Wuji's words, because an ancient divine inscription of the way of heaven broke away from the top of the coffin of the burial god and leaped into the air.

"Dian"!
The artistic conception of the death of all the heavens and the burial of all things emanates slowly.

(End of this chapter)