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Chapter 1276 A difficult battle

Because they have now realized that the strong man in front of them is proving his truth through killing.

Or it could be said that the Way of Killing was created by him!

Seeing the aura of the blacksmith, the two Ancestral Demon Ancestors' expressions changed drastically, and the aura on their bodies became more and more violent.

But the fear in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"You crazy person!"

A cruel smile appeared on the blacksmith's lips, and his aura burst out.

He looked at the two powerful saints in the late stage with a cold gaze.

"Haha, a lot of people said that to me before."

As the words fell, the chaos collapsed, and the fiery red sword embryo in his hand burst into a cold light!

"Boom!" The overwhelming sword intent actually directly repelled the two Demon Ancestors. The next moment, the blacksmith slashed at the demons who were attacking the law formation.

But the next moment he was blocked by a tall and old figure.

"Buzz!"

"Crazy!!!"

A roar sounded, and the leading ancestor of the demons could no longer bear it.

He transformed into a huge figure and came directly in front of the blacksmith.

The old giant hand, carrying the overwhelming magic laws, rushed straight towards the ancestor of the demon.

"Buzz!"

A punch was thrown out, the blacksmith's pupils shrank, and a bit of excitement appeared on his face.

"coming!"

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, the terrifying power of this old demon instantly annihilated the surrounding space.

But the blacksmith's back was completely unharmed, which means that he alone withstood the full force of the attack.

The blacksmith's muscles bulged, his blood vessels throbbing wildly, and the sword in his hand emitted a sharp roar.

The next moment, the blacksmith took three steps back and made a move with one hand.

Rays of cold light appeared in the void.

He knew that if he continued to be arrogant in the face of three late-stage saints, he would be doomed.

Feeling this terrible murderous intent, the Demon Ancestor's face became extremely ugly and he roared angrily.

"court death!"

The blacksmith looked at the Demon Ancestor in front of him with a cold gaze, and the sword blank in his hand emitted a cold light.

The leading ancestor demon had a gloomy expression on his face, and a black magic knife appeared in his hand.

"Sha Dao, I didn't expect there was a person like you in the prehistoric world. It's really beyond my expectation!"

The leading ancestor Demon Ancestor said in a cold voice, and the magic knife in his hand instantly burst out with endless demonic intent.

A hint of disdain flashed in the blacksmith's eyes, and the sword blank in his hand instantly burst out with endless murderous intent.

"There's still a lot you don't know. Since you dare to invade the prehistoric world today, we have to see if you have the ability to do so."

The leading ancestor, the Demon Ancestor, sneered.

"Just you?"

"Can you stop us all?"

"Do you think you can stop all of us?"

The blacksmith was extremely arrogant. He hooked his finger with a mocking look on his face.

"Come and try?"

As soon as the words fell, three Demon Ancestors in the late Saint stage rushed directly towards the blacksmith.

The three late-stage saints were still too terrifying. Even though the blacksmith had the help of dozens of innate treasures, he was still suppressed and beaten.

The murderous intent in the eyes of the woman in the long skirt who saw this scene became even stronger, but she was becoming more and more worried in her heart.

After all, if they continue to fight like this, Honghuang will be destroyed sooner or later. This time, they were defeated by Luohou.

Obviously, the woman had guessed that Ying'an and his friends might be delayed.

And no trace of Rāhu has been found yet.

The two late-stage Saint Demon Ancestors in front of her had deep fear on their faces.

Chapter 1277: Successive serious injuries, life and death in a flash! Because of the woman in front of me's understanding of Tao

Because the woman in front of him has such a profound understanding of Tao.

The means are even more bizarre.

Unlike the strong man's bold and aggressive moves, the woman in the long skirt's attack is more deadly and her methods are difficult to predict.

But to say who is stronger, it is probably a matter of opinion.

The woman in the long skirt and the blacksmith could still hold on for the time being, but Zhen Yuanzi and others couldn't hold on any longer.

Especially Haotian, he was weaker to begin with, and it was very difficult for him to face one demon god at this moment, not to mention that there were ten of them surrounding them.

So until now, the six saints have been fighting together in the void.

Because of this, the ten saints had no chance to separate them and defeat them one by one.

It is precisely because of this that they have been able to hold off these ten saints.

In response to this, Haotian looked guilty.

"I'm sorry, everyone. It's all because of me, that's why..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Hongyun.

"Don't worry about it. This battle is inevitable. It's only because of the presence of a saint that we can hold on until now."

Yuanshi also spoke at this moment.

"Junior Brother Haotian, there's no need to do this. Since these devils want to kill us, they have to pay the price."

Listening to the comfort of several people, Haotian took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He stared at the monsters and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Want to kill us? Not that easy!"

The ten demon gods were also furious, with anger burning in their hearts.

They were ten powerful Saints! Half of them were at the mid-stage Saint realm.

But now, facing these six opponents, we are unable to defeat them. This is simply a great shame and humiliation!

They felt ashamed...

Feeling the changes in the surrounding atmosphere, a sinister murderous intent appeared on the face of the leading demon god.

"It's just the end of its strength. Today, I'll let you see how powerful I am!"

As he finished speaking, the demons before him suddenly burst out with terrifying murderous intent, and the surrounding space was instantly torn into pieces.

Endless demonic energy surged like a surging river, forming a vast black ocean. The ten demon gods surrounded the six people tightly, making it impossible for them to escape.

At this point, they had made up their minds not to let these enemies go easily.

"Buzz!" At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly chuckled, appearing particularly carefree. He said softly.

"Hehe, it looks like these guys can't help themselves and are ready to take action!"

Hearing this, Laozi couldn't help but smile indifferently.

"I never thought that one day I would have to fight a Chaos monster."

"Sure enough, even a saint can't control the variables of cause and effect."

Compared to the two of them being so carefree, the others were still quite nervous.

A cruel smile appeared on the face of the leading demon.

"The formation is gone!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Laozi and others' expressions changed, and those saint-level demons were about to rush in.

At this time, all three generations of disciples of the Chan Sect were almost wiped out, leaving only powerful cultivators such as Nezha and Yang Jian.

The same is true for other forces.

The independent cultivators were almost all dead.

It can be said that this battle directly emptied the prehistoric world.

But these are not the most important thing. The most important thing is that these saints have broken the great formation, and the prehistoric world is probably completely finished.

Chapter 1278 Thunderous Rescue, Tyrannical Massacre

Laozi and the others began to fight desperately, burning their lifespans, their hearts filled with determination and the resolve to die.

The air was filled with murderous intent, and four of the ten demon gods were caught off guard and killed.

Seeing this scene, Laozi laughed wildly, his heart filled with pleasure and satisfaction.

“Not a loss, hahaha!”

The remaining fifteen saints gathered around randomly, their hearts filled with vigilance and tension.

The death of four demon gods in a short time made them afraid to disperse. They realized that the six saints were really fighting for their lives.

A trace of fear also arose in their hearts. These lunatics really dared to drag them to death together!

Except for Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun, it was Ying An's decision that other saints did not leave the prehistoric world.

After all, he also took into consideration that Luohou would go back on his way in this battle.

But I didn't expect to find so many Ancestral Demons.

The situation is already very difficult. In my opinion, they have no way out.

Laozi's heart was filled with helplessness and sadness. He knew that they had reached a dead end.

The final outcome is to self-destruct and take away these demons, and then it would be a blessing to have the opportunity to reincarnate.

He looked at Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, his heart filled with apology.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun did not have any fear or regret in their hearts, and they still had smiles on their faces.

They knew their fate was sealed, but they were not afraid.

They felt that their deaths were valuable, and their hearts were filled with gratitude and respect for Lao Tzu.

"It's just a death, but I also want to see whether these demon gods are afraid of death. To be honest, I still feel a little unwilling to accept it."

Zhen Yuanzi's heart was filled with reluctance and determination. He smiled at himself, and then murderous intent burst out!

The aura on his body became stronger and stronger, and a blood-red wave of air rose into the sky.

The same happened to the remaining saints, and six blood-red auras rose into the sky.

Nuwa shook her head helplessly, her heart filled with worry for her brother.

She didn't know if her brother was still alive, but she knew it didn't matter anymore.

Nuwa looked at the vast wilderness behind her with fascination, her eyes full of reluctance and attachment.