"Hehehe! You are very arrogant, but under the same respect of the Nine Daos, you have this qualification. In this way, as you wish, let you see the horror of this saint under the fit of the Heavenly Dao!"

Hongjun Dao Ancestor knew in his heart that the Emperor Yunxiao in front of him could not be figured out by common sense at all, this son's cultivation was much stronger than that of Sanqing and the others, and Ling Xiaotian's origin power was far from enough to suppress him.

Moreover, the time given by those in the Eight Desolation Sacred Domain is running out, and he must return to chaos in the United States within hundreds of years, otherwise, the ambition that has brewed countless realms will be completely wasted.

The giant face dissipated, and the huge will of Hongjun Dao Ancestor completely imprisoned Ling Xiaotian's space, and in the distant Outer Heaven Zixiao Palace, the sarcophagus hidden in the depths of the palace trembled.

This is a simple and unpretentious ordinary sarcophagus, if it is not hidden in the depths of Zixiao Palace, no one will care about it.

A figure in a purple robe slowly got up from it, his closed eyes suddenly opened, heaven and earth rotated, and everything that was silent in Zixiao Palace suddenly became vivid.

"Thirty-seven million years, this time of sleep is really not a short time!Hehehe, Purple Lonely City, this saint wants to see how the Broken Cangsheng uses you to cut off my path of domination!"

The supreme body of Hongjun Dao Ancestor was revived at the time of his sanctification, and the moment his will was integrated, the thirty-three days of the immortal world were surging, and the mighty power of the origin gathered into the dragon of the spiritual vein, and poured into the body of the revived Hongjun Dao Ancestor.

In just an instant, a thousand zhang of Xuanguang rose behind the Dao Ancestor, and the thirty-three days were in turmoil, countless mountains and rivers collapsed, and the huge heaven and earth vitality was extracted.

Many areas of the immortal realm that had lost their support collapsed, the erosion of chaos became more and more serious, and the power of nothingness permeated the heavens and the earth.

Standing on the highest peak of the Lingxiao sky, Emperor Yunxiao looked up at the rolling clouds, the raging wind swept through the Eight Desolations, and the heavy rain poured down in the violent smoke and dust.

Heaven and earth fell into darkness, and only the occasional thunderbolt that crossed the void could reflect the figure of the emperor's mighty shore.

"Has it come?"

Emperor Yunxiao's five fingers were clenched, and the Yuan Tu bloodthirsty sword in his right hand emitted a red blood light, and the swallowed sword let out a trembling roar, and the killing machine of death permeated the heavens and the earth.

In the midst of the drastic changes, a huge whirlpool emerged, and in the tumbling black clouds, Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who was carrying the will of the origin of the universe, slowly fell from it.

"The feeling that the power of the Three Realms is in the palm of your hand, it is really enjoyable, you can force out the true body of this saint, since the eons of eternity, you can be regarded as the third person!"

Hongjun Daozu hunted in clothes, staring at Emperor Yunxiao, who looked calm and fearless below, revealing a look of appreciation.

After exhausting the nine heavens and ten earths, since he fit the Heavenly Dao, the only one who can make him look at the dragon god and the immortal king is the youngest emperor in front of him.

"Oh, that's my honor in your eyes?"

Emperor Yunxiao sneered, he didn't pay attention to the elevation of Hongjun Dao Ancestor, the Hongjun Dao Ancestor who was present in person was much stronger than Fang Cai.

The superposition of the power of thirty-three days has far exceeded the level of the saint, and at this moment, the saints of the original Three Realms are besieging together, and against the Dao Ancestor at this time, it is just one word!

Die!

"This saint will give you another chance, retreat, the realm of half-step domination is not easy to come by. Although I don't know what promise the people gave you, but in the face of death, everything is in vain. ”

Hongjun Daozu and Di Yunxiao looked at each other, although Di Yunxiao was only entering the realm of half-step domination, but after all, he had already stood at a height comparable to him.

Even if he was sure that he would kill him, he was afraid that his foundation would also be traumatized.

"Hahaha! Are you and the other saints who are high up in the sky so self-righteous in their daily lives? A bunch of old things that should have been swept into the long river of history..."

The void stepped seven times, the Holy Sword Emperor Dao Qi in Emperor Yunxiao's hand was full, and the Xuantian Emperor Crown was on his head, and the power of the brilliant purple Imperial Dao split through the chaotic clouds and mist, slashing towards the Hongjun Dao Ancestor.

Seeing Emperor Yunxiao draw his sword, a trace of depression flashed in Dao Ancestor's eyes.

"Have you made your choice? Since you don't respect the Heavenly Dao of the Holy Being, then destroy it..."

A faint sigh sounded, and the ancestor turned his five fingers into claws, and grabbed the sword of the Son of Heaven in front of him.

The sound of the concussion of gold and iron was heard, and the waves from all over the world below flew upside down, and the raging impact shattered the mountain peaks.

The duel between the two half-step masters at the level of the Supreme Supreme, the sky falling is no longer enough to describe its eventuality.

It was only half a cup of tea, and the two had already fought thousands of times, and the thousands of forbidden formations sheltered above the main hall of the Lingxiao Heavenly Court were like papier-mâché, shattering with a bang, and the ruins of the broken wall were swallowed up by the molten slurry gushing out below.

The Lingxiao Treasure Palace, a thousand-zhang hall representing the supreme imperial power of the Heavenly Court, was shaken into rubble.

Four or five floating lands were dismembered, black smoke rose everywhere, and the breath of the end of the world shrouded every land, and the corpses that had previously covered the mountains and fields were now reduced to ashes in the flames.

Fighting method of a thousand moves, the holy weapon Yuan Tu Sword in Emperor Yunxiao's hand is full of gaps, although the Immortal King Ding is still intimidating, but the mountains and rivers on the inscription of the Ding furnace are obviously much darker.

On the other hand, Hongjun Daozu, only his clothes were a little broken, and there was still an indifference of a leisurely walk between his eyebrows.

"Amazing! Nine Dao Tongzun, this son's combat power is more than ten times stronger than Tongtian, if Pangu's will has not dissipated, he will not be able to protect this saint will be folded in his hands!"

Dao Ancestor's eyes surged, and the dust in his hand kept throwing out Dao sonorous killing moves, and with every collision, the earth would collapse into a gap of tens of thousands of zhang in diameter.

"Hongjun has the Heavenly Dao Origin Protection, ten thousand laws are not violated, and the mana of thirty-three days is more than ten times stronger than your savings. If you continue to consume like this, you will definitely be the first to die!"

The voice of the Bayeux Spirit Talisman sounded in Di Yunxiao's ears, although Di Yunxiao had comprehended the nine top-level avenues, he was facing Hongjun who had incarnated into the Heavenly Dao at the moment, and he did not have the slightest advantage in mana.

Dissolving the earth-shattering giant palm slapped by the sky, Di Yunxiao's heart slowly sank.

As the machine spirit said, Hongjun Dao Ancestor is very different from other immortal saints, he has thirty-three days of mana protection, if he can't break through the layers of barriers and hurt his deity, everything is useless.

"Let's sacrifice the Ten Thousand Dao True Plate, and use the power of the Three Thousand Great Roads of the Ancient Ancient to compete with the power of the Thirty-three Days of Origin of the Immortal Realm, and you still have a three-point chance of winning!"

The machine spirit condensed and admonished.

Thirty-three days of mana protection, representing that the Hongjun Dao Ancestor's deity had thirty-three layers of boundary walls before, and it was too difficult to break it by relying on the Yuan Tu Sword, and it could even be said that it was impossible to achieve it.

"Good!Instrument Spirit, the Phantom Array Secret Technique may cover up Hongjun Lao'er for a while?"

Emperor Yunxiao spit out the Chixiao Heavenly Thunder, went out for 100,000 miles in an instant, and with a flip of his palm, the brand of the Bayeux Spirit Rune appeared in his hand.

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