It's also lucky, if it weren't for going to the sea of blood, which was also triggered by the filthy qi of the Chaos Demon God, Xiyue really wouldn't have been able to discover this corpse qi. The hiding is too deep, and the roots are too deep, and Xiyue can't get rid of it by all means. She also had no choice but to take a risky move.

"Daoyou is really calculating." Zhun Ti said with a calm face. I didn't expect him to be a saint to be calculated by such a small person.

"Quasi-Daoist friends have been offended." Xi Yue said politely, she still has to give face.

"Sister, how are you?" Nuwa came over and asked, it is a fatal injury if the Yuan Shen is broken, even if the Sage Yuan Shen is injured, it will take tens of thousands of years.

"Sister Nuwa, I'm fine." Xiyue said. Hey, when people go to the flood wilderness, they all marry Nuwa, or allies or something, why does he want to be sisters with Nuwa, sisters, sisters. He's still a sister when he meows, really.

"Xiyue Daoist friends have made great progress, which is really gratifying." Shangqing Tongtian is more open-minded, and he doesn't mind what Xiyue does at all, anyway, it has nothing to do with him.

"Thank you, Shangqing Daoist." Xiyue has always had a good impression of Shangqing. Not to mention anything else, just say that he had to set up the Zhu Immortal Array and the Ten Thousand Immortal Array for his disciples to know the consequences, which is enough to make people admire.

"Daoyou is really calculating." Yuqing said. Xiyue's game really counted all the saints into it. However, he didn't have any disgust in it, but was a little happy to see Zhun Ti lose face.

"Whereever, a few Taoist friends have been fulfilled." Xiyue said.

Looking at Xiyue, who was greeting Sanqing, Zhun Ti was furious. Today, his face is lost, and the face of the West is also lost by him.

"Since Xiyue Daoyou is fine, why don't we continue." Since he has already lost people, it doesn't hurt to lose a little, at least he can't let this competition have no wins, and when the time comes, there will be rumors, and his face will be gone.

"What does it mean to be a fellow Daoist, Xiyue has just been injured, how can he be the opponent of the saint, or how about letting the poor Daoist come and pick up the Daoist friend?" Nuwa said.

"Sister, still..."

"It doesn't matter." Nuwa said, "How about the quasi-Daoist friend? ”

The guide did not interject, and let Zhun Ti make his own decisions.

Zhun Ti looked at the tough Nuwa, thinking that he had nothing to be proud of if he won Xiyue, but he also had a reputation for bullying the weak, so it was better to defeat Nuwa.

"Since Nuwa Daoyou has such a Yaxing, how can the poor monk not accompany him."

"In this case, fellow Daoists should be careful." After Nuwa finished speaking, she flew into the chaos in the distance and waited for Zhun Ti.

The immortals of the Flood Desolation haven't figured out what is happening, and as soon as the plot turns, it will become Nuwa's vs Shangzhun Ti, but it is another wonderful drama, just to see the strength between the saints.

Xiyue was also a little stunned and a little moved, what Nuwa did for her was really enough sisterhood.

Zhun Ti and Nuwa stood opposite each other in the chaos, their expressions serious, and this was the first time they had competed with each other.

"Quasi-Daoist friend, please."

"It's still Nuwa Daoyou, please first."

"In that case, you're welcome."

Three flowers appeared on the top of Nuwa's head, and endless immortal light of creation gushed out, one bloomed, and two streamers, one yellow and one white, flew out.

The yellow streamer flew to Nuwa's side and turned into a pair of rivers and mountains, with space layered to protect Nuwa's body.

A red streamer flew in front of Nuwa, turning into a red hydrangea, flying up and down, and the endless qi of marriage and merit stirred the chaos.

Looking at Nuwa, who was armed, Zhun Ti was also on high alert. Three relics, one on the left and one on the right, the Buddha's light is interconnected, shrouding Zhun Ti in an illusory Buddha country. He holds the Seven Treasures Tree in his hand and one hand on his chest.

Nuwa had a little red hydrangea, and the red hydrangea smashed towards Zhun Ti with a red light tail. Wherever the hydrangea passed, all the chaotic qi retreated, and the upper part became clear air, and the lower turbid gas appeared, looking like a groundbreak.

"He is worthy of being a saint, and his every move contains great power." Zhen Yuanzi sighed, but there was a hint of loneliness in his voice.

Zhun Ti saw the red hydrangea coming, and the Qibao Miao Tree in his hand brushed towards it, and the Buddha light and the red light met, and the red hydrangea was immediately knocked out of direction.

Nuwa continued to control the red hydrangea and smashed it towards Zhun Ti one by one. It's good to have an attack spirit treasure.

Zhun Ti naturally won't maintain this situation forever, he held the Qibao Miao Tree in his hand, and gently flicked it at a relic beside him, and the relic flew next to the red hydrangea and began to collide.

Although the relics are not innate spiritual treasures, they are incarnated by the ontology of the saints, and they are nourished by the supreme merit of Zhun Ti, but they are not weaker than the red hydrangea, and they are temporarily evenly matched. But this is temporary after all, the innate spirit treasure is the innate spirit treasure after all, and the relics are not the Seven Treasures Miao Tree is the magic weapon of the quasi-enlightenment Dao.

Zhun Ti also knew this, and then the Qibao Miaoshu in his hand then dialed another relic beside him to the red hydrangea. Two against one, so that you don't lose.

Nuwa did not panic when she lost the red hydrangea, and the three flowers on the top flew out of a treasure again, Qiankun Ding.

Qiankun Ding quickly grew larger, and under Nuwa's control, he went to Zhun Ti to suppress it.

Zhun Ti looked at Qiankun Ding, and his heart was vomiting to death, the Lingbao of the East.

However, he did not slack off in his hands, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree brushed left and left to brush away the Qiankun Ding.

"Nuwa Daoist, try the Western Dafa of the Poor Dao."

After Zhun Ti finished speaking, hundreds of millions of Buddha light suddenly released from his body, and the whole person began to dissipate, and after a while, a new Dharma phase was formed. It's still a quasi-mention, but there are twenty-four songs and eighteen hands.

There is a glance on the eyebrows on the front head, exuding the light of endless wisdom, which is the wisdom of Buddhism.

Eighteen hands, on the second hand as a statement. The second hand on the right is fearless. The third hand is a sword. The fourth hand counts the beads. The fifth hand is a micro-broja fruit, and the sixth hand is an axe. Seventh hand hook. The eighth hand is Varlo. The ninth hand is the treasure.

The second hand on the right is a wishful building. The third hand is the lotus. The fourth hand is to pour the bath. The fifth handle. Sixth handle wheel. The seventh hand snail. The eighth hand is the virtuous bottle. The ninth hand holds the Prajnaparamita Sutra.

"Fellow Daoists, too, look at my Oriental Dao Law."

Nuwa smiled slightly, turned her fingers into orchids, raised them upwards, and opened them to both sides. In a trance, millions of hands appeared, and millions of eyes opened at Nuwa's fingertips.

When Nuwa's hands hung on the ground, these thousands of hands were still formed, and those eyes were a world.

"How is the Thousand Hands of the Poor Dao?" Nuwa asked.

"Daoyou Dafa is naturally good." Zhun Ti didn't expect that Nuwa had been obscure all along, and the Divine Channel Technique was so powerful.

Xiyue was a little surprised to see this, isn't this a high-end version of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin? Could it be that the legend is true, that Guanyin's technique of a thousand hands and a thousand eyes was passed down from Nuwa?