Zhunti is the most shameless among the saints of the prehistoric world, so sneak attacks and playing bricks are common, and there is nothing to say at all. Not to mention that he has not yet become a saint, even after he becomes a saint, the same is true, so he does not feel that there is anything wrong with it. In this regard, the guidance is much better than his.

When Zhunti saw such a dense crowd on the Beihai, he suddenly felt panicked. That's right, no matter how good his martial arts are, he was afraid of kitchen knives. These guys were holding weapons one by one, and they were not good at it. Moreover, Zhunti was still injured at this moment. If Huiyan was injured again, then these two people would not even think about going out from Beihai.

What's even more terrifying is that Qingyang Island is a holy land on the Beihai. It's not that Qingyang Taoist and others have seen it before. How good is it to put down the Sanqing with bare hands? Once this guy comes out of Beihai, that's the real tragedy? Therefore, Zhunti must end the battle immediately and then pull his senior brother to run away quickly.

When he thought about it, he guessed that these guys would not chase them to the Western Paradise, and it would be safe when they returned.

Although the human race reminded me, but at that time, Xiaotian could not dodge at all, because there was a guide clock in front and a Seven Treasures Tree behind, so it was easy to avoid the heavy lifting. Xiaotian could only get on the Seven Treasures Tree, but even if Zhunti was injured, he could still burst out with a powerful force.

With a bang, the Seven Treasures Miao Tree seemed to be floating in the wind, but no one knew how much weight he had. It hit Xiaotian straight behind him. Xiaotian gulped out blood, but it could still barely support his body. He looked at Zhunti on the side coldly and said, "Okay, okay, you are worthy of being a saint, very shameless! Zhunti, if you don't accept it, you two will go together! Look at me, are you afraid!"

Xiaotian was already determined to die at this moment, with great advice in his eyes, and more and more human races under his feet. When they saw Xiaotian vomiting blood, they were all sad and sad, and kept crying: "Saint Master, Saint Master..."

The voice was so long, and the feeling of sadness had shaken the entire Beihai. However, Xiaotian was a soldier after all, and was still strong. He said, "Don't cry, don't cry, the human race is a bloody race. When facing invasion and disasters, you must have a heart that can be fearless. Be strong, everything can be won, and victory will be of the human race after all!"

Although Xiaotian was seriously injured, he still stood straight and said, "As your saint, I am already ashamed and cannot protect the safety of the tribe. Here, Xiaotian apologizes to you. But don't worry, as long as I am here, I will never let the tribe suffer any harm. This is my promise to you! Even if I die, Xiaotian is alone, alone!"

Xiaotian's voice was extremely strong, with the indomitable and toughness of a soldier, and with a kind of determination to be ashamed of his life. Even if he died, I, Xiaotian, was alone, alone... Xiaotian's voice suddenly spread throughout the prehistoric world, and the solemn and murderous aura even began to shake the way of heaven.

The human race on the coast of the North Sea kept standing up from the ground, wiped away tears, and said, "As a human being, it is a human being. The human race follows the Holy Master's Church. When facing invasion and disasters, we always have a firm heart. We are not afraid of sacrifice, we are not afraid of pain, we are the human race on the vast land!"

As a saint, Xiaotian conveyed his last spiritual beliefs. Xiaotian's spirit will be widely circulated among the human race in the future. The human race even said a language that inherited countless classics from later generations, called "Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement. The heaven among them does not refer to the way of heaven, but to Xiaotian.

Looking at Jie Yin and Zhunti with a contemptuous look, Xiaotian made the most powerful move in his later generations, provoking his middle finger to contempt and said: "You two will go together!"

Zhunti said angrily: "Duan is not a son of man, you are seeking death!"

When Jie Yin saw that he had reached this level, he and Beihai were almost in a state of dying, so he didn't care about his face. Jie Yin Zhong and the Seven Treasures Tree went straight up. However, Xiaotian was still strong, condensed the infinite magic power in his body, and was ready to explode from Zhunti and Jie Yin.

His figure flashed, and his eyes were filled with tears. Originally, Xiaotian was an orphan. Brother Chen adopted him, taught him his cultivation, and took him to this prehistoric world. He had not seen enough of this dazzling and colorful prehistoric world. He still had many, many reluctances to let go of these kind human races. He had been living under Chen Yuyang's wings and had never experienced such a life-and-death game. It seemed that the Heavenly Army had never felt like death.

But today he felt that although he had lived for countless years, he still found that at the end of his life, he was still afraid of death, very scared and afraid. This was an indescribable fear, a dark fear that was so powerful that he was on every side, an indescribable tremor.

"Brother Chen, I'm sorry, Xiaotian did not complete what you explained. After I die, I hope to return to that world, that time and space, mom and dad, don't leave me behind in the next life. I don't want to be an orphan! I really don't want to!" Tears began to slowly drip.

When Zhunti and Jie Yin saw this scene, they immediately exclaimed: "No, this guy is going to self-destruct! Go quickly!"

But they could not leave. Behind them, Hei Mama's figure had appeared on the shore of the North Sea. They had no way to advance and retreat. The leaders of the Tianjun Army saw Xiaotian's body hanging in the air, as if they were about to explode immediately, and they cried: "Xiaotian, don't, don't~~"

Xiaotian opened his tearful eyes and looked at these comrades who fought side by side. Looking at these old friends, he wanted to wave his arms, but he couldn't move at all. He could only silently mutter in his heart: "Goodbye friends, goodbye good brother, goodbye the heavenly army that once gave me countless glory, I will remember you!"

But things will never be determined by humans. At the same time as Xiaotian exploded his body, a white figure appeared in front of Xiaotian with a milky white light. Originally, Chen Yuyang thought Xiaotian would break the way of heaven, but he really did not have such magic power, so he chose to explode himself. If, if he persisted for a while and followed Zhunti with two moves, then the magic power in his body might burst out and become a saint who broke the way of heaven after Chen Yuyang.

However, he became decadent and gave up. But giving up may not be a disadvantage, nor may it be without gain. When wandering between life and death, Xiaotian actually has a new understanding. The so-called three thousand methods of enlightenment can understand life and death, understand the five elements, know the anode and the yinde, and also realize the Tao.

Chen Yuyang narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiaotian. He pointed his finger and a golden light flashed across Xiaotian's forehead. A soft voice said: "Xiaotian, I don't realize it now, when will I wait? The Tao is completed!" hf();
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