Speaking of the last time when Wuzhuang Temple, Zhou Cheng beat Laozi. Zhou Cheng held a sword and chopped people, but failed to hit him repeatedly. Under his great anger, the body of the Great Dao that had been obtained from the time when chaos was not opened, and the golden body of the Yuanshen.

Anyone present who had not fainted could see Zhou Cheng transforming into a soul entity of thousands of feet high and low, stepping on the void, holding a giant sword in his hand, his face was furious, as if he wanted to choose someone and swallow it. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide and was shocked inexplicably.

Are all saints so powerful? Or is Zhou Cheng so powerful? Or is ordinary people's perceptions obviously tend toward the latter.

"Great... Great Elder, Qinglian Holy Father, so powerful." Xiao Ya swallowed her saliva and said with great envy: "If Xiao Ya is so powerful, she will kill all the big ants."

Shennong heard the little girl say that Zhou Cheng was powerful and nodded, but when he heard the next sentence, he hurriedly reached out to cover Xiao Ya's mouth, "Don't talk nonsense, saints... saints are not all as enlightened as the Holy Father." After saying that, he couldn't help but sigh secretly, "Who is wrong in this world? Or there is no right or wrong at all, like the Holy Father, the big fist is the truth."

Everyone was shocked and felt that their chin was about to fall to the ground. Zhou Cheng looked angry and raised the Pangu sword with both hands. He paused slightly, and then transformed towards Laozi. A green ripple suddenly slashed through the void, rushed towards Laozi as if it was fast or slow. Wherever he passed, the void either collapsed, returned to chaos, or was directly destroyed.

"Senior Brother..." Nuwa stared at the blue ripples with her eyes blankly, as if the powerful ripples represent destruction and despair.

Yuanshi and the West also stopped together, and even saved the rescue. The saint fought to the death. If it was fast, it would be fast, and if it was slow, it would be slow. It was just a moment of thought. It was useless to save it, so outsiders could only watch it.

Yuanshi looked angry, but he had no choice but to have no choice. Under such great magic, he actually had the power to open the sky, so how could he stop it? He could only hope that I could stop it by himself. If nothing happened, he would have to find his face in the future. He only regretted that the two Westerners blocked themselves and let the eldest brother fight against Zhou Cheng alone, and would suffer a lot of losses.

The two Western Sects and Tongtian were a little relaxed. After looking at each other, they could see the strange color in each other's eyes. The three of them looked at the nameless sword in Zhou Cheng's hand, and couldn't help but take out their magic weapons and rub them gently, as if thinking about it...

When I saw Zhou Cheng exerting real fire and using his ability to do it, I was also shocked. In desperation, I had no idea whether it could work. I had no idea whether it could work.

"Fellow Taoist come to help me!" I pointed at the top of my head, and three clear air flew out and instantly turned into three Taoist people.

"Fellow Taoist, don't worry, four of us will work together to capture this guy!" The three clones were pretty good. They didn't care about Zhou Cheng's upcoming attack, and their whole body's strength surged and rushed forward.

This move of my master brought a lot of surprises to the audience, and I also had more insights into my future practice. The clone of the great Dao, like Di Jun and others, can only kill the corpse and become a transfiguration by placing the thoughts of good and evil with the innate spiritual treasure. This is my master who has long become a saint, neither killing the corpse nor good and evil with the thoughts of spiritual treasure. How can I create such magic? It can transform into three clones by relying on the clear energy above my head. However, the three clones, regardless of life and death, have their skills soared, and they hold the law weapon in their hands and pounce on them with all their strength. I also shot out the white jade golden bridge with the Tai Chi diagram, trying to hold the green ripples as before.

The third clone also used magic weapons to cooperate with the attack from afar, and it was fruitless. The ripples seemed slow and fast, and they passed through the golden bridge without any obstacles, and were about to rush over.

"You will kill the thief quickly. I will go to Zixiao Palace to worship the teacher first." Seeing that the situation is getting worse and wrong, I gritted my teeth and ordered, and after that, I turned around and was about to leave.

When the three clones heard this, they roared together, burst out their entire body's strength, rushed up against the green ripples, and exploded, really blocking the green ripples for a moment. After the green ripples were moving forward not far, they were gone. I took the opportunity to step into the void and disappeared.

When Zhou Cheng saw him, his face throbbed again and shouted: "Open!!"

The Pangu sword suddenly rose high, and when it was chopped in the air, it no longer emitted blue ripples and hid straight into the void.

I, who had hidden in the void, couldn't help but feel annoyed when I saw that the three-part body that had spent billions of years of hard work was destroyed. Everyone had a trump card, let alone a saint. His trump card of the Taishang Laojun was broken by Zhou Cheng this time, so how could he not feel depressed?

"Well, I will escape in the end. If I make a fool of myself in the future, I will have to go to the teacher to report the thief Zhou Cheng's defiance of the heavens." I was about to step out of the void again and head to Zixiao Palace. I suddenly heard a sound like a tearing sound from behind. I couldn't help but look back curiously, and I was immediately scared to death. It turned out that the Pangu sword was behind me, and it rushed into the void and chased after it. The torn void turbulence even scattered his Taoist bun, and I couldn't help but burst into pieces. I took a step out and was about to reach the Zixiao Palace.

The Pangu sword rushed into the void and followed me straight after me. Zhou Cheng locked me intently, and I was right in front of me. He could feel that the Pangu sword was getting closer and closer to me, and finally cut my body...

The human race of Wuzhuang felt that the face of the Qinglian Holy Father in the void was soothing, and she actually smiled slightly. She was surprised, but suddenly she felt a flash in front of her eyes. There was no saint or a Taoist body of thousands of feet high or small. The human race could not help but look at me in confusion, and I looked at you until everyone was united and confirmed that it was not a dream. She couldn't help but kneel down and shouted: "Give me a visit to the Qinglian Holy Father."

Zhou Cheng saw Pangu's sword passing through my body, and his face was soothing, and he was about to laugh: "Good, you, the great saint who is so arrogant and despised all living beings, isn't it also slashed by my sword, nor is it an amazing ants."

Suddenly, Zhou Cheng felt a flash in front of him. He was already confused by Hunyuan Wuji Daluo Jinxian. He shook his head and opened his eyes to see where there was Wuzhuang Temple and where there were human races. In front of him was the inner hall of Zixiao Palace. There were several saints kneeling on the ground in front of him. Even Zhou Cheng felt that he had been penetrated by Pangu sword, which surprised him.

"Everyone has arrived, and this matter must be handled!" Hongjun sat upright, holding the Pangu sword in his hand, and said to the following saints with a expressionless face.

"The disciple is guilty, but it is a must." Although Hongjun said together, Zhou Cheng still couldn't get up and said honestly. He knelt down and said. Now he was completely calm. Seeing Hongjun holding the Pangu Sword where he had settled, he couldn't help but be anxious, afraid that he would be confiscated.

"Teacher Saint!" In front of Hongjun, no one of the saints could get rampant. The only thought in his heart was to obey orders.

"This time the saints are causing trouble, and the sword will not be released for a thousand years." Hongjun waved his hand, and Pangu's sword returned straight to Zhou Cheng's hand. "Zhou Cheng, Pangu's sword is too irresistible. If I hadn't taken action, I would have wanted to... If the other saints had taken the initiative to attack in the future, this sword was not allowed to be used, otherwise since it was against the will, I would definitely not let it go."

Zhou Cheng grabbed Pangu's sword and felt depressed. It was over. If I didn't attack me on my own initiative, I couldn't use this treasure. What kind of way is this? I was watching from the side and bit my teeth. If I got the sword, I would be afraid that life and death would be unknown. Hongjun was so sentenced so lightly. In fact, he didn't think about it. They were all wrong, but he had only been punished for a thousand years of retreat.

"I hope the teacher will warn the three tribes of the Lichman how to deal with it." Nuwa stood up and bowed.

Hongjun didn't answer, and directly grabbed it with one hand. Ten ancestor witches of the Witch Clan, and the demon clan Donghuang Taiyi, but there was only Houtu.

"Fae you waited for the East China Sea for thousands of years to imprison!" After saying that, he waved his hand to send away the lichs and imprisoned them to the East China Sea Eye.

"You ask Zhou Cheng about the human race." After Hongjun said that, he disappeared into the clouds behind the cushion.

Everyone was surprised that Hongjun actually handled this way and couldn't help but look at Zhou Cheng.

"Whoever wants to destroy the race, my Pangu sword will have to go against the will of heaven." After Zhou Cheng said that, he ignored everyone and turned to Qingqiu Mountain, leaving behind several saints who were stunned.
Chapter completed!