Opinion? Zhunti's opinion was huge, but just now Kong Xuan made Zhunti start to silently look at the man standing quietly in front of him again. This man seems to be no longer the little peacock on the top of Kunlun Mountain that was slaughtered by others. One thought arises, all things are vain, one thought disappears, and the world changes. This kind of cultivation seems to have surpassed the scope that Zhunti, a saint of heaven, can recognize.

Kong Xuan's vain five-colored divine light instantly brushed through everything and sent away everyone in the sea of ​​blood. Whether it was the Asura clan or the disciples of the Buddhist sect, they were all purified in this divine light. The killing stars on the sea of ​​blood became nothingness. The red, orange, yellow, green and green made the entire sea of ​​blood beautiful.

The purpose of sending these people away is very simple, that is, Kong Xuan does not want another killing in this sea of ​​blood. The struggle between him and Zhunti has nothing to do with Buddhism and Taoism, the six paths, and the entire prehistoric world. It is the two of them. After all, this is the grudge between them.

As for why this period of cause and effect must be completed today, and above the six paths of the blood sea, it is naturally what Chen Yuyang means. On the vast land, there was a saying that the supernatural powers were less than the number of days, and the number of days was less than the Taoist Lord. This Taoist Lord naturally refers to the Qingyang Taoist Lord.

From this, we can see that Chen Yuyang's influence in the prehistoric land has surpassed the laws of heaven and the cycle of numerology.

The smell of salty blood was mixed with a rare Bodhi quiet spreading on the sea of ​​blood, and it kept surging on everyone's nose like a gossip. The fragrance of petals and flowers was shining golden. Zhunti's eyes suddenly looked at the vastness above the sea of ​​blood, and sighed helplessly, saying: "Fellow Taoist Kong Xuan, it was indeed a mistake on Kunlun Mountain back then. Fellow Taoist must have nothing to say to understand this cause and effect. But can I let the monk solve the six paths of the blood sea and do it again?"

Until this moment, Zhunti still had a trace of fantasy in his heart. After all, the six realms of reincarnation were a huge bet for the debate on Buddhism. If he won, the Buddhist temple would have no obstacles. If he lost, the Buddhist sons and soldiers who had finally accumulated over thousands of years of hard work would just be sacrificed on this sea of ​​blood. Such losses were undoubtedly a bit heavy.

However, Kong Xuan did not give Zhunti any chance at all. He narrowed his eyes and smiled, "No!" After a pause, Kong Xuan's contemptuous eyes swept over Zhunti's kind and slightly helpless face again, and cursed, "Fellow Dao Zhunti, I was not satisfied with the cultivation of the Golden Immortal when I was transformed, and I was not satisfied with the cultivation of the Golden Immortal. Can you please relieve me by one or two with the Supreme Saint?"

Zhunti sighed helplessly again, his drooping huge head shook slightly, and felt a burst of soreness and regret at the tip of his nose, and said, "Since that's the case, please ask fellow Taoist to take a move, I Zhunti will go on. I want to see why Uncle Qingyang can use his ability to challenge a saint, a quasi-saint cultivation figure."

He spat fiercely, and Zhunti said in his heart: It's simply a humiliation.

At this point, there is only one battle. This is a battle between the quasi-saints and the battle to be imprinted in the prehistoric history. However, neither of them moved. The masters fought, which did not mean that the first move was the first move. Because whoever moves first, his advantages and disadvantages would be immediately exposed to the other party's eyes.

Both of them knew this well, so they looked at each other and stood quietly in the void, standing on the sea of ​​blood, and neither of them moved first. However, the momentum of their bodies surged. Originally, Zhunti did not take Kong Xuan, the quasi-saint, seriously, but Kong Xuan had just taken action, which made Zhunti's heart feel a little unbelievable and vigilant.

You should know that although Zhunti is the weakest among the saints under the laws of heaven, the gap in realm of a saint after all cannot be compensated in just one or two sentences. So Zhunti can be said to have given his all. He has made up his mind that even if he risked being killed by Uncle Qingyang, he would strangle the peacock in front of him to death on the sea of ​​blood.

Because Kong Xuan's cultivation level was really beyond Cundi's expectations, especially the five-color divine lights were fully opened, which almost exceeded the scope of the saint's cognition. If such a person continues to exist in the prehistoric world, and is passed down from word to word of mouth, a quasi-saint has cultivated to the myth that he can compete with the saint or even surpass the saint. What a great blow and irony to the status of the saint in heaven.

Therefore, Zhunti must not let Kong Xuan continue to live in the land of the prehistoric world. At that time, everyone will have no fear of the saints, which is not bad.

Although Zhunti covered up this murderous intention very well, he still couldn't escape the eyes of Jie Yin and Houtu. Even Kong Xuan's face revealed a faint sarcasm, thinking: Zhunti is not only shameless, but also kills recklessly, and it is simply hopeless. How can such a person become a saint of heaven?

Zhunti and Kong Xuan had a murderous intention at the same time, but the two were still standing upright on the sea of ​​blood like sculptures. However, everyone could feel that the momentum of these two people was constantly increasing. The agitated corners of their clothes, the Haoran true energy emitted from their chests, and the magic power that was circulating all over their bodies had risen to an extreme.

The five-colored brilliance and golden light kept colliding on the sea of ​​blood. For a moment, the turbulent flowed over the sea of ​​blood. Even the big bosses like the Styx could not bear it. A pair of magic swords blocked their chests and said in surprise in their hearts: "Is this the power of a saint? It's too terrifying and too powerful~"

The turbulence above the sea of ​​blood kept stirring up the waves of the sea of ​​blood, and huge waves were thousands of feet long. In the face of this bloody wave, everyone seemed extremely small. Zhunti's originally kind face frowned more and more, and his eyes gradually showed differences and difficulties, and the folds at the corners of his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Seeing this, Jie Yin shouted in his heart: "Not good!"

There are some differences between the connection and the inspiration. This little peacock actually had such a profound cultivation level, and it forced his saint junior brother to such a state. The momentum of the two can be said to be equal, and even Kong Xuan was even higher than Cunti, which is incomprehensible. A quasi-saint would actually burst out with the cultivation level of a saint.

At this moment, above the sea of ​​blood, the Styx gradually moved its body. The two magic swords in the original picture of Abi Shining were shining with desolate light, buzzing, as if they were crying in a tragic manner.

When he arrived at Houtu, Styx looked at the two people above the sea of ​​blood in surprise, looked at Houtu again with a solemn look on his face, and asked, "Empress, why is this?"

Houtu shook his head and replied helplessly: "This is the first time I have seen such a situation. I don't know, I don't know!" Then Houtu said again: "These two seem to be competing for momentum. Now they are both equally powerful. It just depends on who can't hold on first and reveals flaws. Once there is a flaw, it will be fatal!" hf();
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