As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

With one palm, Ye Qingtian was knocked to the ground.

Ye Qingtian had been fighting continuously and his white clothes were already stained with blood and he was seriously injured. At this time, Zhou Jianfo desperately knocked him to the ground with a palm and he was unable to get up for a short time.

The Immortal Saint saw this.

He looked back at Tu Ang and frowned slightly.

He and Zhou Jianfo are sworn enemies and have a grudge against each other for stealing his wife.

If he hadn't wanted to protect Chen Zhian and Ye Qingtian, and if he didn't have a quasi-imperial weapon in his hand to break the golden jade bell, he would have killed them long ago.

"Ye Qingtian, Ouyang, you can't kill me."

Zhou Jianfo recondensed his body and saw the Immortal Saint looking at him coldly. He shouted, "I hold the secret of the Emperor's Tomb in my hand. If you kill me, the whole world will be buried with me."

The Immortal Saint did not speak, but glanced at Chen Zhian.

Ye Qingtian also stood up with his sword in his hand, turned around and looked at Chen Zhian, waiting for his decision.

After all, although they are saints, their knowledge of the Emperor's Tomb or the Holy Ruins is not as much as Chen Zhian. In fact, if it weren't for Chen Zhian, they might have been tricked and killed by the two puppets Tu Ang and Zhou Jianfo.

"You can try to say it."

Chen Zhian looked up at Zhou Jianfo and said, "If it's useful, I can ask Senior Ye to spare your life."

"You must swear by the Way of Heaven first, otherwise I cannot tell you."

Zhou Jianfo glanced at Chen Zhian, and resentment flashed in his eyes. It was because of this ant that he lost his golden spear, which led to his fall to this point.

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms."

Chen Zhian looked back at Ye Qingtian and said with a smile: "Senior, since he won't say anything, just kill him."

"I said!"

When Zhou Jianfo saw Ye Qingtian holding the sword in his hand, he immediately screamed in panic. Now he was the fish and Ye Qingtian and Ouyang were the knives. Just as Chen Zhian said, he had no right to negotiate conditions at all.

Ye Qingtian ignored him completely.

Holding the sword in his hand, he raised his hand and a sword light of annihilation appeared, which chopped Zhou Jianfo into pieces again.

This time, it took Zhou Jianfo thirty breaths to condense his physical body. His face turned extremely pale. Seeing Ye Qingtian's sword-holding hand raised again, he hurriedly wailed to Chen Zhian, "Friend Zhiming, I'm telling you, quickly ask Ye Qingtian to stop!"

"That's pretty much it."

Chen Zhian smiled faintly and said, "You'd better pray that the secrets you know are valuable enough. Useless information is not enough to buy the life of a saint..."

As he spoke, Chen Zhian turned around to look at the distraught Tu Ang and said expressionlessly, "And you, you'd better think clearly about why you're still alive, because it will be your turn soon!"

"..."

Tu Ang's face turned slightly cold, and anger burned in his one eye.

He was a dignified ancient god, a quasi-emperor, who had killed countless saints with a wave of his hand and had even slaughtered a quasi-emperor of the human race. Yet, he was threatened by an ant?

I want to jump up and crush this ant to death.

Suddenly, the Immortal Saint cast a cold gaze at him, and he could only smile awkwardly and said weakly: "I just wanted to, I just wanted to..."

After saying this, He walked to a corner and squatted, staring blankly at the body that was being annihilated outside the Fusang tree.

I started to think silently, what is the reason for my survival...

See Tu Ang lower his head.

Chen Zhian ignored him and turned to look at Zhou Jianfo and said, "Go ahead, you only have one chance, seize it well."

Zhou Jianfo was shocked to see that Ouyang and Ye Qingtian actually obeyed Chen Zhian's words.

He hid the resentment in his eyes and dared not reveal even a little bit.

After pondering for a long time, he slowly said: "You know, 20,000 years ago, there was a misunderstanding between Ouyang and me. He forced me to seal myself for 20,000 years, and I was awakened by my descendants only when the Holy Ruins were about to open.

I thought Ouyang had returned to dust.

After all, you know.

For a saint, the normal lifespan is no more than 5,000 years. Only a very small number of people like Buddha can live again.

But no one expected that Ouyang also sealed his own Dao rules and revived before the Holy Ruins opened.

He wants to kill me, and I want to escape.