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"Hahaha……"

Wusheng Tianjun stopped answering and stood up from the ice bed with a big smile.

The aging and decaying body is getting taller and taller, and the aura becomes more and more turbulent like a tide.

"I have been sleeping for seven hundred years. Although I am no longer as strong as before, I am still not something you traitors can contend with..."

He stood upright in the air, his body as straight as a mountain.

As he spoke, Wusheng Tianjun punched the sky with his skinny arm.

In this punch, there is a mixture of decline, decay, sinking, ending... and other powers of the saint.

This punch is simple, without any fancy.

It even looks a little funny.

However, the burst of gray fist power is like the smoke erupting from the flames.

Just like when the three thousand worlds end,

The last concerto, the last soul-burial song.

Xia Linfeng watched the punch from the side, silently thinking about how he would resolve it if he faced one.

After thinking about it carefully, I had no other choice but to run away.

The power of three or five kinds of saints is not a problem.

But the powerful force erupted from the power of more than a dozen saints mixed together was simply not something that he could compete with today.

"He, he is trying to rob us of our longevity, everyone, be careful..."

Thirteen saints, including Venerable Wuliang, Venerable Wanhua, and Venerable Chunyang, all looked tense when they saw the punch erupting.

It was as if he had encountered the biggest crisis in his life.

Thirteen saints also rose from the glacier, and joined forces to display their strongest methods.

call!

call out!

boom!

These thirteen saints cooperate with each other tacitly, or release their magical powers and talents.

Or pouring elements, laws.

Or arrange formations and barriers.

After Wusheng Tianjun's punch, the thirteen saints were very busy and used various methods.

Finally, the power of Wusheng Tianjun's punch was barely eliminated layer by layer.

With a pair of thirteen, the strength of Wusheng Tianjun can be seen clearly.

"These thirteen saints should have more than this method.

Otherwise, they would have been slaughtered by Wu Sheng Tianjun seven hundred years ago.

How could he force Wusheng Tianjun to freeze the entire world..."

Just when the thirteen saints were clearly at a disadvantage, Xiao Yanyan raised questions after watching the battle carefully.

Xia Linfeng nodded, agreeing with this speculation.

The strength of the Wusheng Tianjun at its peak was at least at the level of the Destiny Saint.

The cultivation level of the thirteen saints is approximately the level of the Great Dao Saints.

In the realm of saints, every level is a huge chasm, a chasm that is extremely difficult to cross.

There is indeed a huge gap between the two sides.

However, these thirteen people are obviously not that easy to deal with.

They must have a backup plan.

"Xia Linfeng, do we really have to stand by and watch?"

Zhao Bailu's face was tense, his expression kept changing, and in the blink of an eye, countless thoughts seemed to have flashed through his mind.

“No, since we are here to find the saint’s remains, we cannot go back empty-handed.

Let's not rush to take action, let's take a look first.

Besides, it would be very dangerous for us to intervene in a fight of this level..."

Xia Linfeng had already figured it out.

Of course he didn't really want to watch the show.

It's just that it's not time to take action.

In addition, he always had a vague feeling of uneasiness.

Things don't seem to be that simple.

There seems to be some unexplained danger lurking somewhere.

He didn't understand where this feeling came from.

However, for practitioners, the deeper the realm, the more accurate the intuition sometimes becomes.

"Hahaha, you old guys, there's no need to hide it.

Seven hundred years ago, we fought for hundreds of rounds, and we knew each other's paths well.

You can't stop me with these methods alone.

It’s better to use that formless cage as soon as possible...

Why, are you feeling sorry for your longevity? "

After one blow, Wusheng Tianjun stopped his hand and stood with his hands behind his back. His old sharp eyes looked at the thirteen saints with a scornful smile on his lips.

As soon as the words fell to the ground, the thirteen saints fell into deathly silence.

What Wusheng Tianjun said is absolutely right.

The reason why the thirteen of them were able to compete with the Wusheng Tianjun was entirely due to the waste of their lifespan and the creation of a formless cage.

But now, longevity is the most precious thing to them.

The thirteen saints hesitated for a moment.

The leader, the Infinite Venerable, said in his heart:

"Fight, let's burn life energy and give it one last try!"

"We've run out of gas, and this lunatic has never really recovered in seven hundred years.

Don't be frightened by his bluff...

Do it! "

Venerable Wuliang gave the order, and the thirteen saints immediately had the same idea, and everyone sat down on the glacier.

There are words in his mouth:

"Colorless, no beginning, no progress, no retreat..."

“Therefore, if the mind has no wisdom, then heaven and earth can be a prison, all living beings can be a prison, and the great road can be a prison...

Three thousand worlds can be revealed as a prison..."

While chanting, the thirteen saints were covered in flames, and their longevity was burning crazily.

And the burning power of longevity is like a needle, gradually piercing through countless laws of heaven and earth.

These laws condense quickly.

In an instant, a huge cage was created.

This cage directly enveloped Wusheng Tianjun.

But the shape of this cage is constantly changing.

For a moment it was flames, for a moment it was mountains and rivers, for a moment it was stars, and for a moment it turned into a huge sun...

It is truly colorless and formless, making it difficult for people to understand reality.

"Hehehe..."

During the whole process, Wusheng Tianjun smiled and did not interrupt.

He even allowed this cage to completely trap him.

He sat happily in it, seemingly unfazed.

boom!

boom!

boom!

In the blink of an eye, in the cage, countless elements, laws, and avenues of heaven evolved into swords, guns, swords and halberds in various shapes, attacking crazily at the inanimate Lord.

Wusheng Tianjun was not in a hurry. With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen saint powers emerged again to resolve these attacks one by one.

"Wusheng Tianjun's move is really very clever. He is going to kill these saints and use up their lifespan..."

Xiao Yanyan's eyes were sharp and she could see it at a glance.

Wusheng Tianjun deliberately provoked these saints and released the formless prison, even if he did not hesitate to use himself as bait to continue to consume the life span of these saints.

As long as their longevity is exhausted, these saints will collapse.

However, this formless cage is extremely powerful.

If you are trapped and unable to escape, you will be constantly besieged by various laws, elements, and avenues.

Even if it is a destined saint, it will be difficult to support it over time.

Both sides are obviously fighting a war of attrition to see who can be killed first.

(I don’t have enough time, I will make it up tomorrow, please refresh tomorrow)

"interesting!"

Xia Linfeng looked at the two sides in the confrontation and couldn't help but smile.

At this time, Venerable Wuliang, who had been spending his longevity to preside over the formation, suddenly spoke to Xia Linfeng:

"young people,

Aren't you curious why we are sealed in this flowery holy land?

Why is it here and not elsewhere?

Because in this world, there is the secret of eternal life..."

That Venerable Wuliang happened to be in this world and revealed an important news to Xia Linfeng.

"The secret to eternal life?"

Xia Linfeng's curiosity was indeed aroused.