The sky was covered with blood-red smoke.

In the narrow area of ​​the ruins of the Ten Absolute Formation, the ground was melted into a bronze mirror, and the power of the heavenly way that protected the earth had temporarily retreated.

The Bodhi tree is left with only the bare trunks, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree based on this is also directly destroyed, leaving only the remaining spiritual power.

On the trunk of the tree, the body of the Killing Gun was a little curved, and the tip of the gun penetrated a piece of broken rotten flesh. The body of Zhunti was quite terrifying at this moment, which made people feel disgusted at first glance.

The disgust of creatures comes from their original heart.

Li Changshou frowned and moved forward, the flames on his forehead retreated, and his feet suddenly fell to the ground.

Zhao Gongming, who was standing at the top of the trunk, jumped off the tree and ran two steps towards Li Changshou, and fell to the ground weakly.

Then the two of them looked at me, and they looked at you, sitting and lying down and laughing.

How pleasant the laughter is!

How heroic laughter!

There seemed to be only such laughter in the world.

Most of the Academic Sects are ashamed, after all, their opponents...

Slaughter the saint.

However, there were many female fairies on the side of Jie Sect who were tearful, and a few male fairies clenched their fists and waved them randomly. They all had great passion, but they didn't know how to disperse them!

In the sky, the Taoist trembled violently all over the body, but his eyes seemed to have lost focus, staring at the dead tree on the ground.

But at this time, his face was even more shocked and he had no expression of mourning.

He was just surprised that the saint could really die...

The ancient myth of the Six Saints' immortality is now the past.

The foundation stone of the order of the Heavenly Dao and the Six Saints was officially replaced by the Heavenly Dao and the Heavenly Dao and the Heavenly Court!

They are just "powers" with more powerful magic powers, losing the most mysterious and high-ranking veil.

A little light flashed out of the sky, and Yuanshi Tianzun appeared above the heads of the immortals of the Chan Cult, staring at Cundi's corpse as usual.

The leader of Tongtian appeared above the heads of the Immortals in the Jie Sect. At this time, he couldn't help but raise his head and laugh, put away the Qingping Sword and Zhu Xian's four swords, and his body swayed in the air.

The Taiqing Saint frowned and looked at the third junior brother. The laughter of the Tongtian Sect Master stopped abruptly. He immediately stood up straight, bowed his head and bowed to the Taiqing Saint, saying:

"Senior Brother."

The Saint Taiqing nodded slowly and said slowly: "Be careful."

"Oh, okay," Tongtian leader agreed with a smile, then put the Qingping sword around his waist, held his arms and looked at Zhunti's body.

The twenty-four heavens have turned into twenty-four star shadows, waiting to be sent to the heaven by Zhao Gongming.

Li Changshou and Zhao Gongming laughed for a while in front of the corpse of the Bodhi tree. Li Changshou recovered first, raised his hand and stuffed two Nine-Turning Golden Pills, and pulled Zhao Gongming up.

Li Changshou looked up at the guidance in the air and asked, "Brother, do you still have the strength?"

"have!"

Zhao Gongming was shocked and gritted his teeth and looked at Guizhi, "You're him!"

"This," Li Changshou said in a voice, "The Little Killing Spear was half destroyed. Even if I burn my soul, I will not be able to balance him. We may...

He can't break his defense."

Zhao Gongming instantly put away his fierce look, stared at Jie Yin with hatred, and said, "What should I do? You said you wanted to kill the two saints just now."

"It can also be explained as the second saint of Western religion."

Li Changshou whispered softly: "No hurry, let's scare him first. Zhunti cannot be killed in vain. The effect of intimidation must be maximized."

While speaking, Li Changshou threw out a blue light in his sleeve and turned into a big green-haired dog.

Listen carefully.

He had previously discovered that the Jin Ling had entered the disaster and was about to come, but he was blocked by a few old Taoists in gray robe, delaying some of his itineraries. Di Ting was taken into his sleeve and brought here.

Just so, you can also give Di Ting a passionate explanation class so that he can shut up when he shouldn't speak.

Diting felt the sages of the sages around him, and was really confused.

He just felt nothing in Li Changshou's sleeve, but he just felt a little bumpy. Why was he thrown out by himself? He was gaze after gaze.

The tree next to it...the Bodhi tree of innate spiritual roots!

People on the tree.

Di Ting's legs became weak and he fell to the ground, with an extremely rich expression.

Although the Sixth Saint has always been criticized as the weakest saint, and was beaten twice by the Taiqing Saint before, it cannot be killed directly, right?

What's wrong with this world?

It seems that it is still Zhao Gongming and Lord Xingjun who joined forces to kill him?

What's going on?

Lord Xingjun didn't catch Maitreya, so he turned his head and killed Maitreya Master to vent his dissatisfaction with Maitreya's failure to show up?

The master is above, who can stand this!

Then he heard it carefully, two blood-covered figures of Li Changshou and Zhao Gongming walked to the saint's corpse while changing their clothes. The two saint-killers were still muttering...

Zhao Gongming asked: "Can this saint's corpse beautify something good?"

"It's just like the body of a quasi-saint," said Li Changshou, "his Tao has returned to the sea of ​​Taoism, and the Taoist rhyme is gone, and the soul is evaporated by the power of the twenty-four heavens.

Saint Blood is a good thing, but it feels like his is too mottled, and it’s a bit useless to refine alchemy.”

Then, the two of them looked up tacitly at Jie Yin Taoist.

In the sky, the Taoist sage, the Taoist sage, was transformed into the Three Pure Ones. He did not struggle at this moment, but closed his eyes instead.

He seemed very confident and did not panic.

At most, just shake a few times.

Zhao Gongming pondered a few times: "The saint... does not have a magic weapon for storage?"

Di Ting almost went crazy.

Is this a little wrong?

"It should be," Li Changshou raised his hand and used two immortal powers. The saint's corpse suddenly turned into two halves, and several waste treasures slid out, all of which were no longer useful.

Li Changshou looked full of regret, but Zhao Gongming's eyes lit up. He wrapped these treasures with immortal power, turned around and shouted:

"Saint Treasure Fragments·Cunti Saint Commemorative Edition! Are there any fellow brothers who want to collect it?"

The immortals of the Jie Sect promised that if they were not blocked outside, they would probably rush up to grab them.

Zhao Gongming smiled calmly: "The higher the price will be rewarded!"

Jie Sect Xian suddenly became more interested.

Li Changshou:...

Probably, this is the God of Wealth, the God of Wealth.

The two of them squatted beside the corpse and tinkered for a while, and soon found that there was nothing valuable, at most they just made some refining treasures.

"How to deal with this corpse?"

"Of course it was burned and kept to study how the saints transformed."

Li Changshou smiled, and then started a wave of... more ‘retro’ operations.

Paper Taoists flew out of his sleeves. These paper Taoists rolled on the ground and quickly turned into an old Taoist and an old woman.

Six old Taoists sat cross-legged beside the saint's corpse and began to recite scriptures, reading the Taoist "Sutra for Saving People", the Taoist "Sutra for the Souls", the Western teaching "Mantra for Rebirth", etc.

The scene suddenly became lively.

There were four middle-aged paper Taoist men standing in the four figures around the saint's body. They picked up four suona with different tones in their movements. With their cheeks, they played a cheerful and high-pitched tune.

The paper Taoist turned into a few old women and women, crying beside him, burning paper into the brazier.

A ball of flame was summoned from Li Changshou's palm.

The fire is white and gray all over. As soon as it appears, it burns the universe and twists slightly. A feeling of ice and coldness arises in the hearts of all living beings here.

Li Changshou raised his hand and pushed it lightly, and the flames attached to the already ragged corpse. The corpse quickly shriveled, but something seemed to support it. It was burned for a while but it could not be completely burned.

Zhao Gongming was about to speak and borrow the Master’s four swords of Zhu Xian. Li Changshou shook his right hand gently, and five different true flames burst out from his fingertips, landing on his remaining body.

After a while, the saint's body turned into a layer of charred black on the ground and two golden balls as big as bowls.

Li Changshou moaned a few times, and attracted the bent little killing spear and smashed it directly at the ball. The burn-resistant ball was smashed into powder without much effort.

Finally, after the saint's body was left with only a ball of black and gray dust mixed with dust, Li Changshou sacrificed dozens of soul-catching beads and shook them beside them, and then he completed the last step.

He raised his hand and a breeze popped out of his sleeves. The ashes rose with the wind and slowly drifted under the turtle Bodhi tree.

Alas, it's so comfortable.
To be continued...