The cold wind blew, the sky was stained with blood, and the Lingxiao Palace crashed to the ground from the thirty-third heaven with billowing black smoke.

In mid-air, Yang Xuan stood with his hands behind his back: "Hou Tu, tell me, where have the saints gone? Half of the west has been destroyed, heaven has fallen, and the saints have not taken action at this point? Is this the disappearance of the saints? I think they are missing.

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Hou Tu said with a relaxed expression, "Haha, you must know that after all, I can't dodge the secrets deduced by the saints, but you are different. You are not from this world at all. Even the saints probably can't deduce your heel.

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Looking at the calm Hou Tu, Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows, "You are very calm. If even one of the saints comes back, you will be miserable. Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Anyway, I am the only ancestral witch left. Life or death depends entirely on God's will, saint? I can't beat you, but don't try to enslave me." Hou Tu said clearly with a bit of determination.

"Let's be honest, what are they doing, fighting the saint? It's fun to think about it."

Hou Tu thought for a while and used his spiritual mind to send a message: "Join Yin, Zhunti, Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Cult Master, and Nuwa together to besiege Hongjun."

Yang Xuan's eyes widened in disbelief. Is it fake? How is it possible? Can this be done in the fairy world?

"Are you kidding?" Yang Xuan replied via voice transmission.

"Although I can't deduce the secret of heaven, but combining the clues from the souls of dead gods, this is the most reasonable explanation. Otherwise, when we destroy the heaven, even if other saints don't take action, Daozu will definitely take action."

Yang Xuan scratched his head with both hands, obviously a little confused by Hou Tu's information, it was so shocking.

"Did they beat Dao Zu?"

"I don't know. Anyway, they have disappeared for many years. After the saint disappeared, heaven began to become unstable, and gradually they began to enslave the people of the world."

No, no, this news was so shocking that Yang Xuan couldn't help but light a cigarette and try to calm down his mood.

"First of all, tell me what a saint is. In my impression, a saint is a powerful being. I don't know how strong he is. After all, I haven't fought before, so it's hard to say." Yang Xuan still asked.

The problem that worries you most.

"The saint is the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, who rules the universe, endures countless calamities without being destroyed, is untainted by cause and effect, and is in harmony with the heavens.

Always present, coexisting with the Tao, saints occupy the most important part of the entire world, that is to say, the more saints there are, the stronger the way of heaven, and the stronger the way of heaven, the more saints it can accommodate."

"The saint is almost omniscient and omnipotent. Since the saint is the Tao, he understands all things. He can see the world at a glance. The present and the future can evolve in the palm of his hand. Time and space, birth and death, reincarnation, movement of thoughts, free changes in the way of heaven, neither birth nor death.

Indestructible, transcending time and space, and existing eternally.”

"Below the saints, everyone is just an ant. If you cannot become a saint, even if you are infinitely close to the saint, you will still be an ant. You cannot live forever. For a saint, you can eliminate them without any effort."

Yang Xuan opened his mouth, looked at Hou Tu in surprise and murmured, "Isn't this a spanking? You twelve ancestral witches have never fought with a saint, have you?"

"Been beaten!"

"Didn't you say that saints are invincible?"

"When our twelve ancestral witches gather together, we can use the Twelve Capital Gods' Formation to condense the true body of Pangu. Although we cannot overwhelm a saint, we can still compete with a less powerful saint."

Yang Xuan gave a thumbs up, and his legs trembled when he heard the saint's strength. Let's not talk about the strength of the ancestral wizard. The courage to face the saint is not what ordinary people can have.

"Then what do you think is the probability of winning in a one-on-one duel with a saint based on my strength?" Yang Xuan asked, still a little unwilling to give up.

"zero!!!"

"I mean my full strength."

"I don't know your full strength. I understand that you are still hiding your trump card, right, but I didn't see it." Hou Tu turned away from Yang Xuan with some dissatisfaction. They had fought together and still hide it from him.

Why are you so secretive?

On this day, all the creatures in the fairy world, the human world, and the underworld were pressed to the ground by an incredibly powerful aura.

Yang Xuan looked at Hou Tu who was frightened by his own momentum and said, "With my strength, can I fight a saint?"

"But, you can try. How can you be so strong? It's incredible. In the prehistoric world, it is impossible to surpass a saint. After all, heaven governs saints. No creature can transcend the category of saints unless it becomes a saint."

"The way of heaven? This is your way of heaven, not mine. It has nothing to do with me. Are you ready? When you are ready, let's go to Zixiao Palace to have a look.

What exactly is going on?"

"Let's go." Hou Tu accepted happily.

The two of them flew towards the Zixiao Palace on the Thirty-three Heavens. Yang Xuan didn't know the location, but Hou Tu knew where it was. The Zixiao Palace used to be hidden in chaos all year round, and he didn't know when it started.

Xiao Palace actually floats above the thirty-third heaven.

The two of them faced the Nine Heavens Gang Wind and turned into a stream of light and appeared in front of the Zixiao Palace. In Yang Xuan's impression, the Zixiao Palace should be purple, and it was not big. After all, there was only one person, Hongjun, and he was exhausted.

Add a few servants.

But unexpectedly, the Zixiao Palace is very large, with a simple and vast shape. The entire palace is like one body, as if it was carved out of a complete piece of material.

"Yang Xuan, look." Hou Tu pointed to the surroundings of Zixiao Palace and said in surprise.

Yang Xuan looked carefully and saw that there were chains dozens of meters thick that tied the Zixiao Palace to this position. The chains were large and small for several days. It was unknown where the tail link was. They must have imprisoned the Zixiao Palace here.

Yang Xuan shook his head, not knowing what the situation was inside. In front of the palace gate, Yang Xuan took a deep breath and walked in.

The palace is very huge, but there is not a single pillar or a lamp, but the whole palace is very bright.

When the two of them walked to the back hall, waves of powerful pressure suddenly appeared. In the whole back hall, they saw seven people sitting on futons with solemn expressions.

Chains of laws emerged among the six of them, and they were twisted together with the chain of laws of an old man who was the leader.

"I'm sorry, do you really think that the saint is immortal?" the old man said slowly, without any emotion.

"No one in the world should be in a cage..."

"I shouldn't be in a cage..."

"Master, you have entered the devil's path..."

"We are willing to lend a helping hand to Master..."

Several tall saints sat cross-legged in the back hall. As they spoke, the dragon and tiger breaths made the Zixiao Palace faintly shake.

The old man with white beard and hair who was surrounded by everyone suddenly opened his eyes. There was no emotion in his eyes that a living thing should have, but his expression was kind.
Chapter completed!