Above the sky, you know your destiny. After listening to the moon and the saint of the sky, you will temporarily stop and make peace.

Under the great way, the sky is above. The Saint of Cangqiu gave Ning Chen a personal experience of the terror of the saint with his absolute strength.

However, the Saint of Cangqiong also personally admitted that he was not the most powerful saint.

In addition to the fallen gods, there are also saints in the world who are more powerful than the saints in the sky who control space.

At the end of the Eastern Continent and above the sea, Ning Chen, Fan Lingyue returned, waiting for Qing Ning for many days, saw the two of them coming back safely, and he let go.

“It’s good to come back.”

Qingning smiled gently on her face and said, "Let's rest for a while."

"Um."

Ning Chen nodded slightly and said, "I am indeed a little tired."

In the Colorful Temple, the Master Mo who had been playing chess quietly looked at the chessboard in front of him, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

The Golden Light Saint asked.

"Cause."

Master Mo replied.

When the Saint of Golden Light heard this, he looked puzzled and said, "What disaster?"

"The great catastrophe of heaven and earth." Master Mo responded.

"The great disaster of heaven and earth?"

The Golden Light Saint frowned and said, "What does this matter have to do with us?"

"What I mean is the real great disaster of heaven and earth." Master Mo said in a deep voice.

The Golden Light Saint was shocked and said, "Including us."

"Um."

Master Mo nodded and said.

"Why, is it because of that phoenix?"

The Golden Light Saint said in a voice, "With his strength, it is not enough to make us so afraid."

"I can't see it for the time being."

Master Mo's expression calmed down and said, "Where is Bailian, haven't you come back yet?"

"He went to the sky and has not returned yet." The Golden Light Saint replied.

However, as soon as the words fell, the expressions of the Mo Lord and the Golden Light Saint changed, and their eyes looked into the distance.

This breath is, White Lotus!

Something happened to Bailian!

But in the void, the figure of the White Lotus Saint fell from the sky and fell to the earth.

In the void, a bridge of the great road shattered and dissipated between heaven and earth.

A shocking scene, the Saint of White Lotus fell, and the second saint died in battle after the Saint of Qingshui.

In the sea area, Ning Chen and Fan Lingyue also felt this amazing variable, and their expressions were condensed.

A saint has fallen!

"Who is it?"

In the colorful temple, the Golden Light Saint asked in a deep voice.

"magic!"

The Mo Lord looked at the distant sky and said in a voice, "The real demon."

"magic?"

The Golden Light Saint said with a heavy expression, "The King of Hades is dead, where does the demon come from in the world?"

The Mo Lord didn't say much, and threw the chess piece in his hand. Suddenly, the black streaming light flew into the colorful temple, rushing into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of miles away, the chess piece collided with the demonic energy in the sky, and only a moment of stalemate, the black spot shattered and dissipated invisible.

In the colorful temple, Lord Mo stood up and walked to the temple in one step.

Could it be that he is back?

Behind the rear, the Golden Light Saint also stepped out of the temple, looking at the void, and his expression was solemn.

Back then, they clearly witnessed the fall of Pluto with their own eyes.

Thousands of miles away, in the void, the demonic energy surged, heterogeneous and powerful.

The twelve sin wings cover the sky and the sun, and even the divine sun cannot warm the cold demonic heart.

In the surging demonic energy, two figures stood in the air, one man and one woman, equally powerful, and after ten thousand years, their power was beyond measure.

"Is it you?"

In the sea area, Ning Chen looked at the sky and murmured softly.

At the same time, above the seventh level, the eighth level of heaven, the god opened his eyes and looked at the seventh level of heaven, with his eyes slightly narrowing.

Pluto, are you still alive?

In the seventh level of heaven, the white lotus saint fell, and the whole world was shocked.

The Great Dao was fifty. In the Taichu era, the King of Hades took action to destroy a Great Dao. Ten thousand years ago, there was a battle between the King of Hades and the Human Sword, and the second Dao was destroyed. In the end, the King of Hades and Prince Yan fell together, and there was one less way in the world.

Now, when Qingshui is coming, Bailian is killed in battle one after another, and the road is incomplete and becoming more and more serious.

In the world, after the great saints fell one after another, the heaven and earth changed briefly due to the great saints. However, although the saint died, the Tao has not passed away. The changes in the heaven and earth gradually subsided over time.

Above the Immortal Realm, the cultivation of the heavenly priests on earth is increasing, and the most powerful has already stepped into the monarch realm.

After the great disaster, the extreme prosperity was. Because of the fall of saints one after another, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gradually recovered to the beginning, the strong people on earth continued to emerge like bamboo shoots after a rain, and humans entered the realm of heaven, which was no longer as harsh as before.

However, even though some of the heavenly lords on earth have entered the monarch realm one after another, no one can take the last step and reach the creation realm like the saint of the Great Dao.

The realm of creation, the eternal natural barrier between mortals and the great way, has not been able to truly cross it since the beginning of the Taichu era.

Even the legend of the sword on Earth, which died with Lama, is only a brief step into the realm of a saint, not really stopping in it.

In the seventh level of heaven, the seven-color temple, the white lotus saint died in battle, and the demonic energy spread across the board, and the terrifying pressure was shocking.

Following the traces of the chess piece, the demonic power is undermined by the extremely terrifying demonic energy, covering all figures.

"Here you come."

Inside the colorful temple, the Master Mo's eyes were slightly sunken and said.

On the side, the Golden Light Saint rose all over his body, ready to face the enemy.

The next moment, above the Colorful Temple, under the pressure of the demonic energy, two figures flew out from the demonic energy, and the speed was so fast that it was shocking.

Without saying a word, he used a killer move and instantly rushed to the two saints.

The two men with demonic energy were surrounded by them, and they couldn't even see their faces clearly. However, the astonishing pressure even the saint felt the threat.

Master Mo, the Golden Light Saint, took action to block the killing move, and the earth beneath him collapsed.

The quick moves confrontation, the heavy palms are shocking, and the battles that cannot be seen will be destroyed.

In front of the Golden Light Saint, a slender hand stretched out, and the power of fighting against the sky was unparalleled.

With murderous intent approaching, the Golden Light Saint raised his hand to block the move. With a muffled groan, his figure flew out a hundred feet.

Similarly, not far away, the Mo Lord also faced the powerful demon, and fought against several moves, and the defeat was fully demonstrated.

The rumbling and shocking resounded throughout the nine heavens and ten earths, and the shocking battle caused shock to all parties.

No one knows who the person who takes action is, as if an amazing strong man appeared out of thin air, even a saint could hardly match him.

Half a day later, the battle stopped, the entire colorful temple was destroyed, and the traces of the Mo Lord and the Golden Light Saint disappeared.

"Is it over?"

At the end of the Eastern World, in the sea, Ning Chen, who had been watching this battle, had a flash of color in his eyes and murmured softly.

On the side, the white light of the moon gathered. Fan Lingyue walked out and said calmly, "Is it him?"

"Hope is not." Ning Chen said softly.

This demonic aura was cold and powerful, and it was chilling, not the result he wanted to see.
Chapter completed!