Sanqing listen to my voice, I will lead the prehistoric world to the next dimension

The Master Tongtian's soul was spinning crazily.

The scenes of the past that captured a glimmer of life kept reappearing in his mind.

These pictures have been divided into countless parts in his soul.

When he was deducing today's Saint-Slaying Sword, he had simulated and optimized today's scene countless times. Those experiences had become the foundation for his sword-fighting today, and forged the supreme sword heart for him.

But even so.

Those experiences still can't replace today's scene.

Because the person standing here today is after all a saint of heaven. Her life essence has already achieved a transformation, which is fundamentally different from the monks under the saint.

The blades of the Four Zhuxian Swords began to emit a lot of divine light, and the outside was completely surrounded by the pure energy.

just.

The superposition of the two did not make the divine light become more brilliant, but instead began to shrink.

[This is a return to nature. 】

[All divine flowers are primitive and simple, and even the divine light of the innate treasure has its edge hidden in the hands of the Third Master. 】

Zhou Qingqing looked at all this and seemed to see the sword returning its sharpness to the sheath. A very mysterious feeling grew in her heart.

Leader Tongtian has sharp eyes.

Jie Tian Sword Way is originally a very complicated way of swordsmanship. The swords under the Sage actually correspond to different directions of the way.

Actually.

In theory, such a sword can hold the sun and moon in its hand and cut through the stars.

However, no matter whether it is the sun, moon, stars or others, there is no holy throne that is difficult to kill.

I want to behead the saint.

He must go from complexity to simplicity again, and simplify everything before into one sword. With one sword, he can temporarily resist the way of heaven. Only in this way can he defeat the holy throne.

"go with!"

Leader Tongtian shouted softly.

In an instant, the four swords of Zhu Xian, which no longer had the laws of the Great Dao, immediately flew towards the prepared Nuwa Empress.

[Four swords flying together, handsome! 】

Zhou Qingqing looked at the flying sword that followed the third master's voice and only thought about praise.

The boundless sword energy in the Gourd of Ten Thousand Swords has the feeling of the boundless sea.

The four swords flying in front of him also have a streamlined beauty to the extreme.

Zhou Qingqing's eyes followed the four swords, slowly watching them fly into the soul of Nuwa Empress.

In an instant.

Nuwa's soul was emitting countless mysterious lights of creation, and she instinctively wanted to stop the four swords in front of her.

This was not something Nuwa did intentionally, but an instinctive defense mechanism.

The four Zhu Xian swords came out together, posing a fatal threat.

Nuwa calmed down and immediately used her thoughts to stop this magical power. Her determination to be independent and humane was firm, and she suppressed her instincts in the blink of an eye, not allowing the Four Swords of Killing Immortals to interfere.

The four swords entered Nuwa's soul, but did not seem to produce any changes.

However, in Zhou Qingqing's eyes, he could see that Nuwa's face had become very pale, and even her forehead was filled with sweat drops.

The innate gods and demons themselves have impure bodies, and things like sweating are basically impossible to happen.

This is even more true when you reach the saint level.

however.

Almost impossible things have happened. One can imagine how much devastation the Four Swords of Killing Immortals have brought.

【VOCAL】

[It feels like I'm undergoing surgery. 】

[The surgeon in charge is the Third Master, and the patient is the Empress Nuwa. 】

[All we bystanders can do is wait? 】

Taiqing Laozi and Yuqing Yuanshi were silent.

Even though they now have thousands of magical powers, all they can do is really wait. They don't have Tongtianshen to understand their swordsmanship, and they can't use Jietian Swordsmanship. Everything has to rely on the third brother himself.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Even Zhou Qingqing felt very slow.

The units of time in ancient times were calculated according to Yuanhui, but now Zhou Qingqing feels that time is very long.

After the Four Swords of Zhuxian entered Nuwa Yuanshen, the purple energy did not change at all, and the same Four Swords of Zhuxian also did not have any fluctuations.

The two seemed to have completely calmed down in their souls.

Zhou Qingqing naturally knew that this calm was definitely not peaceful, but with her current eyesight, she could not understand the changes.

The scenes in the eyes of Taiqing Laozi and Yuqing Yuanshi were different at this time.

The almost unremarkable calmness in Qingqing's eyes showed the immortal mysteries at the saint level in their eyes. Tongtian had to take the lead in suppressing those immortal mysteries with his own sword before he could use his sword.

The Taoist robes of the Tongtian Cult Leader were making a sound, even without the wind. His eyes were also deep and terrifying at this time, with countless Tao tracks reflected in his eyes.

slowly.

He finally found the feeling of slaying dragons, slaying moons, and slaying karma.

A familiar line appeared in his eyes.

That was a glimmer of hope.

"Haha, I found it. I finally found a glimmer of hope for humanity!"

Tongtian's expression became very cheerful.

This glimmer of vitality slowly gathered in his eyes, then completely took shape, and finally fell under his control.

[Looks like it’s settled. 】

When Zhou Qingqing listened to his master's hearty laughter, he knew that he had found the glimmer of hope he was pursuing.

next moment.

He then watched the four swords of Zhu Xian slashing towards the purple energy deep in the soul in a very mysterious trajectory.

Everyone who saw this scene raised their lips slightly, thinking that there was no problem.

......

chaos.

Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun, who was wearing a black Taoist robe, suddenly felt something in his mind.

"Good boy."

"Tongtian, you actually dare to come and kill the holy throne of Heavenly Dao."

"Tiandao Evolution wants to help you secretly, but I didn't agree."

Hongjun snorted coldly and gave a soft "he".

next moment.

His everlasting face suddenly had many distorted expressions.

His Yuan Shen, Hongjun, is a saint in the realm of Hedao. Now that he finds that Heaven's way does not follow his own will, he naturally has to react and let him follow his own will.

obviously.

In the end, Hongjun won the battle between Tiandao and Hongjun. The distorted look on his face slowly began to calm down, and it seemed that he was about to regain his composure.

the other side.

The leader of Tongtian Cult, who was about to completely cut to that line, suddenly saw that the line began to become no longer stable, but became distorted, and he immediately knew that something had happened.

The original line immediately appeared as a double image in his field of vision.

One becomes two.

Two becomes four.

In the blink of an eye, there were countless divisions.

The leader of Tongtian Cult was a little dumbfounded all of a sudden, not knowing where he should cut his sky-cutting sword.