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

The power of the killing formation in the Zhoutian Xingdou Festival was greatly reduced as the chaos dissipated.

If taken out alone, it might be able to trap a saint, but it would no longer be able to kill a saint.

However, the situation is different when one hundred and eighty towers are superimposed to form a mountain and river killing array.

As Tu Ang threw the last killing formation into the formation base, the Dao principles intertwined and murderous intent soared into the sky. Although it was only for a moment, it almost cut off his head. Frightened, he hurriedly picked up Chen Zhian and fled a thousand feet away.

"It is a natural creation, with murderous intentions hidden. This place of rest and relaxation with broken mountains and rivers is so strange. Who knows, it might really become that one."

Looking back at the lonely grave that had turned into a small mound again, Tu Ang's face showed a hint of fear.

Chen Zhian's mountain and river formation map was crudely made and patched up. In essence, it was just an introduction, and its purpose was nothing more than activating the resting place.

But I didn't expect that after the killing array was in place, it would fit the terrain of the resting place so well that it instantly formed a killing array diagram.

It was a natural creation, with murderous intent hidden in the air. It would only manifest itself when touched, and it almost got Tu Ang into trouble.

With such terrifying power, let alone a saint, even someone as strong as Tu Ang would die if he broke in.

“This is called God’s will.”

Chen Zhian's divine eyes opened, and two clear rays of light shot out from his eyes, penetrating the mountain and river killing array directly, looking directly at the lonely grave, but could only see chaos.

He was not surprised by this.

Because this was exactly the result he wanted, or it could be said that this was just a confirmation of his guess.

The eldest brother took away the world seed, the Zhoutian Star Festival was broken, and the restart of the battle for the world was aborted.

However, the general trend is irreversible. The eldest brother said that the world will be safe within Jiazi year. The implication is that after Jiazi year, the fight for supremacy will start again.

This scene is the self-consciousness of Zhulu Tianxia being repaired...

The Immortal Saint took over the position and filled the vacancy left by Tu Ang.

Now that he no longer has the Zhoutian Xingdou Festival to absorb vitality, the possibility of him becoming the one in the future is already 50%.

The rest is up to God.

"Brother Zhiming, do you think it's possible that I was tricked by someone..."

Tu Ang looked at this change and originally thought that he had gotten a great bargain, but now he suddenly became worried, as if he had missed a great opportunity.

Chen Zhian shook his head and smiled, "Don't let your imagination run wild. If Big Brother really wanted to trick you, would you still be able to stand here and talk to me?"

"That's true... With our eldest brother's level, it's not possible for him to reach this point."

Tu Ang slapped himself hard in the face and said viciously, "Damn it! I actually dared to doubt our eldest brother."

"Come on, it's time for us to leave."

Chen Zhian did not continue discussing this topic with Tu Ang. He looked back at the lonely grave in the distance and turned to walk out.

Ye Qingtian bowed deeply towards the grave and helped Ye Qingtian leave.

In this battle for the emperor's tomb, there were six saints and four quasi-saints involved.

Ye Qingtian, Immortal Saint, Xia Shang, Zhou Jianfo, Futu, Qingyunzi, Chilong, Ji Mingyue, Tang Shenghun, Xiao Yan, Ye Qingtian.

When they left, only Ye Qingtian and Ye Qingtian were left.

All the people standing on the top of the mountain in the entire Great Wilderness were almost wiped out this time, and the loss was huge.

Next, the hunting battlefield begins, a battle for the destiny of the four worlds.

I'm afraid that the Great Wilderness World will be at the bottom...

......

"Daoyi!"

Outside the emperor's tomb, Zhao Tianlai held a Taoist sword in his hand, and a bright sword light slashed towards Song Zhong.

The Taoist robe fluttered, and it transformed into a black and white yin-yang fish that blocked the Sun and Moon Seals that Song Zhong was throwing at him, and protected the people in the brothel.

Zhao Tianlai's ancestors were once wealthy, and he had defensive holy weapons, killing holy weapons, and divine holy weapons, and he sacrificed them all at this moment.

But his opponent is, after all, a quasi-saint who practices the 'Sun and Moon Seal' and has no shortage of holy weapons.

Holding a seal refined from the stars, he had great killing power. Even if Zhao Tianlai summoned all his holy soldiers, he was still no match for him and could only barely protect the people in the brothel.

And the other side.

The drunkard fought with Lin Qinghe with a wine sword in hand, and the killing became madness.

Although Lin Qinghe had just become a quasi-saint, his cultivation was unfathomable, and he was able to suppress the drunkard who was a sword cultivator.

When she made her move, a goddess appeared in the void, standing barefoot.

Her eyes were a brilliant gold, her slender white jade hands were comparable to holy weapons, she was not afraid of the drunkard's sword energy that rained down like raindrops, she punched out, and it was like seeing the blue sky.

"Everyone knows that Madam Qinghe is a divine body, but I never thought she was actually a Valkyrie, so terrifying."

In the territory of the Great Wilderness Alliance, Lin Jiuxiao, the quasi-saint of the Jiuxiao Sect, looked in shock at Lin Qinghe, who had punched the drunkard away, and was horrified.

The reason why he agreed to Lin Qinghe's joining of the Great Wilderness Alliance was that deep down in his heart he wanted to ascend to the sky in one step and seize power. After all, all the saints were dead now, and only the quiet and inactive Qingyunzi and the evil monk Futu were left.

Moreover, both of them were seriously injured and probably had no interest in serving as the leaders of the Great Wilderness Alliance.

As a veteran quasi-saint, he is definitely superior to Lin Qinghe in terms of seniority, but he does not have a holy weapon and his status is not as noble as that of the imperial family. He can only be inferior to others temporarily and make progress slowly.

After interacting with Lin Qinghe during this period, he felt that he might be able to make further progress, to hold power in the world when awake, to sleep on the lap of a beautiful woman when drunk, and to reach the pinnacle of his life.

Who would have thought that this seemingly weak Lin Qinghe actually had such terrifying physical strength.

With his level of cultivation, he would probably be seriously injured if he wasn't even hit by a single punch.

Only now did he know.

There are also differences between quasi-saints.

You treat others as swans that have fallen into the dust, but in fact they are phoenixes reborn from the ashes, while you are still a toad in the mud looking up at the sky.

"boom!"

The drunkard who was smashed into the ground rose into the sky again with his sword, and transformed into the Three Pure Ones. The three bodies each held a sword and slashed towards Lin Qinghe like three galaxies.

The Taoist sect transformed into the Three Pure Ones, and he actually cultivated three sword masters.

"As a traitor to the Taoist sect, the drunkard was stripped of his Taoist skills by the then Taoist master Qing Yunzi. Unexpectedly, he found another way to cultivate the Three Sword Cultivators.

His talent is probably not inferior to that of Tianxuanzi of Taoism.

In time, he may become a saint who can transcend tribulation. The foundation of Taoism is indeed unfathomable...

Beside Lin Jiuxiao, Lin Qingcheng, the new head of the Lin family who had entered the Holy Ruins with Lin Qinghe, looked at Jiufeng with his hands behind his back, his face full of admiration.

Lin Jiuxiao also agreed with it and was about to say something in agreement.

Lin Qingcheng suddenly turned around and looked at him, smiling: "But I bet he can't withstand three punches from Qinghe. Some people are always ignorant and wishful thinking. What do you think, Sect Master Lin?"

Lin Jiuxiao's face froze slightly, and he realized that this guy was trying to make a move on him, so he could only laugh dryly and nodded, "Master Lin is right."

Lin Qingcheng is Lin Qinghe's elder brother. He is seven feet tall, with a fair face and no beard. He is a pale and gloomy man with deep eyes that seem to hide countless secrets. He always keeps his hands behind his back, giving people a feeling of being unfathomable.

It seems to be full of conspiracy and intrigue.

But those who really know him know that he is just an embroidered pillow.

What's filled with his mind is not conspiracy and intrigue, but foolishness.

When the two Lin saints were in power, he couldn't even get a chair in the Lin clan ancestral hall.

He was once described as all show and no substance.