The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Afterwards, the man held his palm, and a tyrannical storm came out and blasted towards Jian Yu.

The dozens of Flying Swords immediately stagnated, as if they were forcibly frozen in the void.

The destruction of the storm immediately made the dozens of Flying Swords unable to advance, and even a few of the Flying Sword's shiny swords appeared cracks, and then the light dimmed and crashed.

puff!

The real Yellow Dragon in the distance opened his mouth and spouted a mouthful of blood. The Flying Sword was broken, and he was immediately hit hard.

"You dare to destroy my life Flying Sword!!"

The real Yellow Dragon's eyes were cracked, his eyes were scarlet, and his breath was very violent. His eye sockets were split, and the corners of his eyes were cracked with several cobweb-like red openings. It was shocking at first glance, and it was very infiltrating.

Bu Feihua didn't even look at him, holding the weak tea and backing away.

At the same time, aware of the defeat of the situation, the three Sen Luo Yan Jun also turned into streamers and fell beside Bu Bianzhu.

Bu Feifei glanced at the three of them. All of them are in very bad condition. The royal robes are broken, the hair is loose, and the breath is very weak. It is obvious that they have suffered serious injuries.

At this moment, six incomparable auras fell from the sky. Those were the six kings, who also came to the ground.

The Twelve Capital Tiansha Great Formation was naturally also breached, and the remaining Yin Soldiers retreated together, moving closer to Bu Feifan and the others. Even the Central Spirit Emperor who fought against Lei Zhenzi lifted Lei Zhenzi with one palm, and then flew towards the earth.

"retreat!"

The Central Spirit Emperor shouted.

At this moment, Chacha was seriously injured and unconscious. All the officials in the prefecture were headed by the Central Spirit Emperor. Hearing the order of the Central Spirit Emperor, they immediately began to retreat and quickly flew towards the dojo where Sage Houtu was located.

The dark sky, the dark space, but with the eyesight of the powerful people can still see everything in this space.

It is the dojo of Houtu Sage.

On the huge cloud bed, an incalculable figure silhouette was faintly visible above the cloud bed, where it was like the center of a storm, and the majestic breath of Sage could hardly be seen.

An unparalleled oppression is like a heavy rain pressure, but also like a flash flood, like a violent wave set off by a tsunami.

At this moment, everyone felt a sense of powerlessness. There was a sense of vulnerability that was still a mortal in the past. They felt that they were so small, like an ant, facing the vast Galaxy Cluster.

Looking at the vague Sage phantom, no matter what Cultivation Base it is, everyone felt a sense of worship in their hearts.

"Is this Sage's real body?"

"Can't look directly, can't see, even can't see visually"

All the beings below the quasi-sage knelt down involuntarily, sweat on their foreheads, and the sweat slid down in large drops, "Patter" fell to the ground, and the body was already soaked.

Sage's coercion made it impossible to get up, being forced to the ground, unable to be autonomous at all.

Even the young king was enduring this coercion, even though he would not kneel down, but his body was still trembling and his forehead was bulging.

The only two quasi-saint kings Yun Zhongzi and Lei Zhenzi, although they are also under the pressure of Sage, have little effect, because Houtu Empress is distracting and resurrecting the twelve ancestral witches. This is just a hint of Sage that she unintentionally exudes.

Otherwise, if she deliberately targeted, even the Heavenly Emperor would be killed violently, let alone the quasi-saint king!

"Houtu Empress, I have no intention of offending Sage's majesty, but the resurrection of the 12th Ancestor Witch is related to the prehistoric situation. I hope you can give up!"

Even the powerful thunder shaker was gritting his teeth and opening his mouth.

"Yes! Houtu Sage, the fall of the twelve ancestor witch is already a foregone conclusion, why do you have to act heaven-defying, I wait to know that you were born in the twelve ancestor witch, and you care about the old family. But you are Sage, Already detached, with different levels, and different moods, it can be said that you and the Wu clan are no longer associated with each other, so why bother to get involved in the prehistoric battle?"

Yun Zhongzi also echoed the Tao.

The two had killed vigorously before, but now facing Hou Tu Sage, they are humble and tight.

"The situation is different. If so, I would naturally not go my own way, but now the heavens are fighting, the world is one, all the races in the past have been born, why do my witches still lick their wounds in the dark in the dark."

Houtu Sage's words came, and the holy voice echoed, and the providence of this Sage dojo resonated.

"this"

Yunzhongzi couldn't refute it.

Lei Zhenzi stared at the front of Sage's phantom. There were ten beams of light, of different colors, and ten wild and wild auras brewing.

There is a vague phantom in each beam of light, even if these phantoms have not yet been realised, their auras are tyrannical.

Several of these ten phantoms have already been realized, but they haven't really condensed into the flesh yet, and they have different forms.

Or a human-faced animal body, or a bird-faced human body, or a snake with two ears, or a double snake with feet, or a snake with both hands.

The aura may be violent, sharp, hot, or domineering, but without exception, each of them is extremely fierce.

The horrible roar rippled in the void, as if the entire space was about to collapse.

Lei Zhenzi’s gaze was a little palpitating, because among the ten light beams, one of them had already been realized and possessed a real physical body, but his eyes were still closed. Once he really opened his eyes, it meant that he was truly resurrected. NS.

This figure, a beast-headed human body, wearing red scales, piercing fire snakes on its ears, and stepping on a fire dragon. Before waking up, there is a violent breath brewing and fluctuating. The breath is extremely hot, like the wild ancient divine furnace of a raging prairie. .

It can be expected that once this figure is fully resurrected, how terrifying it will be if this fierce aura and aura burst out.

This figure is Zhu Rong, the ancestor of Southern Fire!

When Lei Zhenzi saw that Zu Wu Zhurong's eyes trembled, he was startled, and he secretly said something was wrong.

Once Ancestral Witch Zhu Rong wakes up, although he doesn't know how strong his strength will be, at least he should be a Quasi-Saint. As long as he and others are dragged, the situation will become more and more unfavorable as other Ancestral Witches resurrect.

"Houtu Niangniang, since you insist on doing this, then forgive me for the offense!"

Lei Zhenzi said solemnly.

"Let's do it with you!"

Empress Houtu's sighing voice came slowly. Although she was Sage, she was unable to make a move at this moment, and Sage was helpless.

"Never let the twelve ancestor witches be resurrected!!"

Lei Zhenzi's eyes were cold and sharp, and Yun Zhongzi's eyes met each other, and the two of them flashed together, and then killed the light pillar where the 12th Ancestor Witch was located.

The three Senluo Yanjun met each other and looked at the phantom Sage on the cloud bed. After all, they gritted their teeth and went up to stop them.

But they did not do their best to stop Yun Zhongzi and Lei Zhenzi. With their Cultivation Base, they could only find some young kings to stop them, and they had already tried their best.

Only Step Extraordinary did not move, Chacha was seriously injured and unconscious, and because of the cooling of the Nine Orifices to the Sacred Heart, he had already lost that incomparable Heavenly Emperor combat power, and going up at this time was no different from sending him to death.

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