My Seven Sisters Are Stunningly Beautiful (The Return of the Gods)

Luo Hou was burned by the holy fire, and his shrill screams echoed between heaven and earth like the wailing of a ghost. His originally arrogant face was now twisted and hideous, full of pain and disbelief.

The blazing holy fire was like a maggot on his tarsal bone, constantly gnawing at his divine light of destruction, making him feel the burning pain deep into his bones. Seeing this, the other ancient gods stopped their actions and looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and uneasiness.

"What's going on? Did the seven immortals in Heaven take the wrong medicine today? Why are all of them out?"

An ancient god with a burly figure, bristling muscles and exuding a violent aura asked in a muffled voice. Two streams of white air spurted out of his thick nostrils, like an angry rhinoceros.

"Yeah, in the past, there were only two or three people who came to check things out. This time, there was such a big scene. Could it be that they discovered something?"

Another ancient god echoed, with a tremor in his voice that was difficult to conceal. Although they were unruly, they were not stupid.

They knew very well the strength of the seven saints. Although the overall strength of Heaven was not as good as that of the ancient gods, the seven saints working together were enough to contend with or even suppress most of the ancient gods, which forced them to be cautious.

The Supreme Saint had a blank expression on his face, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his calm eyes. He quietly watched Luohou struggling in the holy fire, as if he was looking at a dying ant.

Master Tongtian took a step forward, the Qingping sword in his hand humming, the sharp blade flashing a heart-pounding cold light, and the sword tip pointed directly at Luohu.

He shouted sternly, "Luo Hou, you ancient gods are greedy and insatiable, like locusts passing through the border, occupying the Taicang world, plundering resources wantonly, and destroying all living things! Now my Taicang human race wants to recover the lost land, why don't you retreat quickly? When?!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Hou let out a few crazy laughs amidst his screams of pain, like a dying beast letting out its last roar, "Recover the lost territory? Just relying on you hypocritical hypocrites? I haven't settled the score with you for the Daoyuan Divine Fruit last time! What, you want to use me as cannon fodder this time to test the truth of the Chaos Divine Iron?"

His hoarse voice was like a broken bellows, full of resentment and unwillingness, which made people shudder.

The face of the Ancient God of Life at the side was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. His huge body exuded a strong breath of life, but it could not conceal the fear and anger in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "Luo Hou is right, these hypocrites have bad intentions! They are under the banner of recovering lost territory, but in fact they want to take the Chaos Divine Iron for themselves! We can't let them succeed, otherwise we will be the next to be refined!"

At the command of the Ancient God of Life, the Ancient Gods under his command surged forward like a tide and joined the battle. These Ancient Gods had different forms, some were covered in scales, some had wings, and some were humanoid, but they all exuded a powerful aura, and it was obvious that they were not weak.

Upon seeing this, the Ancient God of Death, the Ancient God of Yin and Yang, the Ancient God of Demons, and the Ancient God of Hell also realized that the situation was not good. If they were allowed to be defeated one by one by the Heavenly Court, none of them would be able to escape.

Then, they all joined the battle with their respective forces. For a while, the shouts of killing shook the sky, and the light of magical powers and magic weapons intertwined into a gorgeous light curtain.

The situation in which the seven saints suppressed Luohou and others was reversed in an instant. Dozens of powerful ancient gods surrounded the seven saints, and all kinds of magical powers and magic weapons attacked like a storm.

In the sky, all kinds of energies collided and exploded, making a deafening noise. The space seemed to be torn apart, forming dark space cracks, like a giant beast that was ready to devour its prey.

"Hmph, you don't know your own limitations!" Nuwa snorted coldly, and the map of mountains, rivers, and the country in her hand shone brightly, like a golden sky, blocking all the incoming attacks.

Other saints also displayed their magical powers to resist the crazy attacks of the ancient gods.

Faced with such a dilemma, the seven saints looked at each other, and a trace of determination flashed in their eyes. They knew that if they didn't fight to the death today, they might not be able to retreat unscathed.

"My fellow Taoists, stimulate the power of your bloodlines!" the Supreme Saint said in a deep voice, his tone full of determination.

The other six saints nodded one after another, and at the same time, they activated the Taicang human blood in their bodies. A vast and powerful force burst out from their bodies, rushing straight into the sky, dispersing the surrounding clouds and forming a huge vortex.

This power is purer and more powerful than the Pangu bloodline of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. It is like an ancient giant beast that has been sleeping for billions of years awakening, exuding a suffocating pressure.

The Taicang Heavenly Dao was shaking under this force, as if it would collapse at any time.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the seven saints transformed into a dazzling light, merged together, and finally condensed into a giant that stood tall and straight.

This giant was similar to Pangu's true body formed by the Twelve Celestial Gods, but he exuded a more terrifying aura, as if he was a god of war from the ancient chaos, which was terrifying. He was wearing golden armor, holding a giant axe, and his eyes were like torches, as if he could see through all illusions.

The Taicang Heavenly Dao was trembling under this force, as if it would collapse at any time.

Pangu Giant didn't need any magical power or magic weapon, his whole body was covered with weapons. He threw a punch, and several ancient gods were blown away, blood spurting out of their mouths, like a kite with a broken string, drawing miserable arcs in the air.

He stepped down, the earth cracked, the mountains and rivers shattered, forming deep gullies, as if they were claw marks left by a giant beast. Every move he made had the power to destroy the world, which frightened the ancient gods watching the battle.

However, the ancient gods were numerous, powerful, and fearless. Although the Pangu Giant was extremely powerful and could severely injure some of the ancient gods, he could not kill them completely.

The battle gradually became a stalemate, and both sides paid a heavy price. The blood dyed the earth red, and broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, like hell on earth.

At this moment, two auras hidden in the dark suddenly burst out, like a long-dormant poisonous snake that suddenly showed its fangs.

Two extremely powerful forces attacked the Pangu giant from two different directions, with the power to destroy everything.

These two forces, one is filled with an eternal and immortal aura, as if it has existed for eternity and is immortal. The other contains the vast dragon power, like a dragon descending from the sky, with incomparable majesty.

It was the Eternal Ancient God and the Dragon God who had been neutral that took action! They had been secretly observing the situation, waiting for the best opportunity, like a hunting beast, patiently waiting for the prey to reveal a flaw.

The temptation of the Chaos Iron made them finally choose to take a risk, like moths to a flame, without hesitation.

The eternal ancient god turned into an eternal light, and his speed was extremely fast, like teleportation, and he came in front of the giant Pangu in an instant, and slapped the giant's chest with one palm. The power in his palm was enough to destroy the stars.

The Dragon God transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-long golden dragon, with glittering scales as if it were made of gold. It opened its bloody mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, and bit the giant's head fiercely, as if it wanted to swallow the giant whole.

This sudden change made the already stalemate situation even more chaotic, and the balance of victory and defeat began to tilt again.