"I want to slaughter the saints! I want to kill Taoist Zhunti!"

"Slaying the Saint, I will bear all the consequences! Anyone who wants to stop them will come and stop them! Whether it is the Daluo Golden Immortal, the Quasi-saint, or the Saint, if you are dissatisfied, come and take action, no matter who it is, I will be meaningless and fearless!"

"But today, I will kill the saints!"

Emperor Xin raised his head, stared at the sky, and slapped in a cold manner.

"Di Xin, how dare you!" Jie Yin Taoist shouted, then turned his head and stared at the leader of Tongtian, and said in a furious manner: "Tongtian, what do you think of us and other saints as? Do you also want to help such a person?"

"He is right. This prehistoric world has been silent for too long. It's time for some change."

The leader of Tongtian lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows. Then, he raised his head, held the Qingping Sword in his hand tightly, and said lightly.

"Tongtian, you don't worry that your position as a saint will be taken away by someone?"

Taoist Xie Yin frowned, looked at the leader of Tongtian, and shouted coldly.

"Being seized? Hahaha, if someone can take me and replace me, that is someone else's ability, and I can't do it myself. What's wrong with me? My sword is a sword of war, and I have never had the chance to take action over the years. My Qingping sword has been covered with dust! My sword intent and my sword heart are now covered with dust!"

The leader of Tongtian raised his head and laughed loudly, his face full of calmness, and the sound of the green sword in his hand was as if he was thrilling and cheering.

As he said, his sword and his Tao were originally made of battles. In the early years of the prehistoric world, he became a saint. In addition to opportunities and the purple qi of Hongmeng, the more reasons were that he fought with chaotic creatures and many prehistoric creatures, and his cultivation level was progressing rapidly and he successfully reached the holy realm.

He still remembered that in that era, he had fellow Taoists, brothers, and disciples. Everyone was full of energy, singing and advancing rapidly, and enjoying themselves. People were singing happily, and Qingping Sword was singing happily, and many sects appeared, and many Dharmas and Taos appeared.

All over the prehistoric world, full of vitality and change with each passing day.

But today's prehistoric world seems like a pool of stagnant water, silent and rotten, and even more permeable and emits a strong stench.

Hongjun Daozu will always be great and glorious, always tall and superior, and will always dominate everything.

The six saints of the prehistoric world are always high and feared by creatures. No one can replace them and no one dares to compete with them.

There are only a few ways to practice, such as the four Western religions, such as the prehistoric world and practice. There are no more interesting people, and there are no more changing laws and Taos.

The witch clan has withered in desolateness; the demon clan has ended in desolateness; although the human clan has grown, it is still in dire straits and heats.

Such a prehistoric world makes people feel like a stinking pool covered by a large pot in a stuffy weather. It is stinking and rotting!

Perhaps, it is time for this prehistoric world to appear in some new changes, no longer dead or so decay.

Perhaps, the fall of a saint can make this pool of stagnant water produce a ripples or a slight tide for the first time, making it no longer smelly, but something fresh.

"You..." Taoist Zhi Yin stared at the Tongtian Sect Master in a daze, his face full of speechlessness.

At this moment, he found that he and the leader of Tongtian had a completely different view of the world.

"Sage Taiqing, you are the leader of the Six Saints. Do you also want to sit down and watch someone kill the saints and ignore them?"

The next moment, the Taoist raising his head and shouted loudly above the sky.

"Punish the Saint? Yes!"

As his words fell, a sound that was chic but inexplicably gave people a sense of intimacy came from the Tushita Palace.

The Supreme Master, allow Emperor Xin to kill the saint!

When the Taoist heard the sound, he sighed continuously. The leader of Tongtian Sect hoped that Emperor Xin would kill the Taoist Zhunti; the Supreme Master also agreed with this; there was no need to ask Nuwa at all, and she might not stop her, but would be proud of what Emperor Xin did at this moment.

"Senior Brother Yuanshi..."

Immediately afterwards, the Taoist Ji Yin turned his gaze to Yuanshi Tianzun in the distance, hoping that he could stop him.

"Yuanshi, don't forget your origin! All three of us were transformed by Pangu. When Pangu turned into us, did you say that three of us should not die? We can die, why should he, Taoist Shunti, be killed? The number of days changes, and every drink and peck, there is a certain number, so don't mistake yourself!"

But before Yuanshi Tianzun spoke, Taishang Lao Tzu suddenly became a little more stern in his words, and he said in a quiet manner.

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Don't make mistakes!

When Yuanshi Tianzun heard this, his eyes changed and he immediately shuddered.

Yes, Emperor Xin wants to kill Zhunti Taoist, but now it is a foregone conclusion. No matter who stops it, he will inevitably become Emperor Xin's mortal enemy... He will inevitably have a life and death, and even, the one who is about to die today may not be a Zhunti Taoist who has been stripped of the purple energy of Hongmeng, but two saints!

Under such circumstances, if he insists on stopping it, he will really be a mistake!

Although he and Di Xin are already mortal enemies and will not be able to endure death, it is not yet time to resolve it!

Thinking of this, Yuanshi Tianzun immediately became silent. Without saying a word, his body slowly dissipated between the fog.

"Yuan Shi Tianzun has also escaped!"

When Taoist Xie Yin saw this scene, his face immediately looked as if he was ashen. He looked towards Zixiao Palace and wanted to see that Daozu Hongjun could take action to stop Emperor Xin.

But unfortunately, in Zixiao Palace, chaotic fog surging, obscuring everything in front of him, making it impossible for him to see Hongjun Daozu.

This scene made him confused.

Why didn’t Hongjun Daozu take action? He agreed that Taoist Zhunti was going to die?

Or is he blocked by some invisible force and cannot take action?!

If it were the latter, then all this would be really terrible!

Even Hongjun Daozu could stop him. What kind of powerful force should it be?!

"Zhunti, no one can save you today! Death!"

At this moment, Emperor Xin took a deep breath, jumped up, nodded slightly to Zhao Gongming not far away, and gently circled the twelve-grade black lotus in the world, appeared in his hand, facing the Taoist Zhunti, and pressed down directly.

The face of the Taoist Cunti changed drastically, and he manifested the original shape of the Bodhi tree. The branches and trunks covered the sky and the sun, as if they contained endless vitality, and as if there were countless creatures, they were reading scriptures with them.

Then, all these strange phenomena went forward to stop the twelve-grade black lotus that Emperor Xin took out.

"Break!"

Emperor Xin was indifferent, and the twelve-grade black lotus circled, as if a black mountain was moving forward, and he was pressing down. After touching the many branches, the branches suddenly withered and withered, turning into flying dust, and drifted in all directions.

The next moment, the two God-killing spears were integrated into one, tearing through the void, and moving forward quickly!
Chapter completed!