Chapter 51: Killing the Saint with One Sword (Please Read on, Thank You for Your Reward!!

Chapter 51 Killing the Saint with One Sword (please read it, thanks for the reward!!)

It was as if the sky had fallen, or as if a meteorite thousands of times larger than the earth was rapidly crashing into the earth from distant space.

"Punch me."

The body that was thousands of miles away, burning with the terrifying Pangu essence and blood, slammed into Nuwa.

"Rumble"

The earth trembled, the mountains shook, and the vast wilderness trembled. The sea of ​​​​blood instantly turned into huge waves, and thousands of miles around were shaken.

"puff--."

After spitting out a mouthful of holy blood, how could Nuwa be able to withstand the energy brought by the burning of Pangu's essence and blood?

"Houtu, you are brave."

"Hmph, I'm bold today, what can you do to me?"

The super huge fist was burning with blazing flames and struck again. Nuwa was panicked when she saw this and subconsciously avoided it. However, Hou Tu had already seen through it and had already blocked Nuwa's escape.

In a hurry, he quickly blocked and manifested his Dharma Body. He only saw a huge hand reaching out from the void and grabbing Hou Tu's wrist.

"You actually want to compete with me in strength? You're looking for death."

With a sudden force, there was a click, and the transformed palm was crushed instantly, and Nuwa screamed in pain, which was so painful that it penetrated her bones.

"Hmph, Nuwa, I am not as good as you in other aspects, but in terms of strength, I am the ancestor of you, so die——"

At the dusk of the sky, the way of heaven collapsed. Even the saints could not borrow the power of the way of heaven. The only thing that was better than others was that they had the cultivation of saints.

The situation was in danger for a while, and Hongjun, who was confronting Pangu's real body, was extremely anxious when he saw this.

But Pangu's real body is really difficult to deal with.

In the ancient land, Nuwa was beaten and bruised all over her body. Coupled with the overwhelming karma all over her body, Nuwa lost the upper hand. At this moment, the ancestral witch Houtu went completely berserk. She thought of the demon clan against her in the past, and thought of the Golden Crow causing chaos in the wilderness. I don’t know how many witch clans were killed.

Under such hatred, Hou Tu completely exploded, and his evil aura soared to the sky, faintly echoing Pangu's true form on the other side of Mount Buzhou.

At this moment, suddenly above the ancient sky, the originally dark sky suddenly burst into bright golden light.

"ah--."

A scream resounded throughout the ancient world, reaching up to the heavens and the outer sky, and down to the Nine Nether Blue Yellow Spring. The saint's scream shocked the heavens and the earth and wept ghosts and gods.

A terrifying sword light stretched hundreds of millions of miles away, directly killing a saint. Golden light fell from the sky, and then countless blood rains poured on the ancient land.

"Zhunti, die——."

Above the chaos, Master Tongtian tried his best and finally killed Saint Zhunti, one of the two saints in the West.

"Junior brother——."

Thirty-three days of chaos led to a roar of sorrow, and the sound resounded throughout the ancient land. At this moment, a sad emotion appeared in the hearts of all living beings, and tears fell uncontrollably.

"Tongtian, you bastard, you beheaded Zhunti."

"Tongtian, do you dare to kill the saint?"

Saint Taiqing and Primordial Heavenly Lord were horrified. They were angry and shocked at the same time. They didn't expect that after a fight between Tongtian Cult Master and Hongjun, he could kill a saint in the hands of four of them in such an exhausted state.

The Taoist who took the lead also went berserk in an instant.

“Tongtian, I’m going to kill you——.

Crazy, desperate to kill, but at this moment, the leader of Tongtian Cult has already run out of gas. Seeing the Taoist coming to kill, he is unable to resist. He smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and his whole body fell from the chaos.

"Haha, who said that the Four Saints can break the Immortal-killing Sword Formation? Today, I didn't kill one of the Saints, cough cough cough, poof -"

A mouthful of holy blood was sprinkled all over the ancient world. After resisting the blow from Taoist Jie Yin, the sky fell towards the ancient earth.

"Father God, ahem, Tongtian has returned."

Huhuhu——.

On the prehistoric land, golden light and blood rain continued to fall, the heaven and the earth screamed, and the heavens mourned the death of the saint. Hou Tu raised his head and looked at the sky, feeling the blood rain of the saint, and his combat power reached its peak in an instant.

He instantly looked at Nuwa:

"Take your life—"

Whoosh——.

Turning into a strong wind, Hou Tu was approaching Nuwa. Nuwa was also extremely frightened. Zhunti was all cut down, and only three of the four saints were left. How could they stop the Immortal Killing Sword Formation? When the leader of Tongtian Cult comes to kill him, how can he be better off?

Thinking of this, Nuwa immediately ran away without any hesitation.

"Damn it."

Hou Tu was extremely powerful, but his magical power was not that of a saint. He could only watch Nuwa escape from the wilderness.

Rumble

After Nuwa left, Ye Yang's seal also lost its support and was punched by Hou Tu.

"The saint has fallen?"

Looking up at the sky, golden blood rain continued to fall, and a sad emotion broke out in Ye Yang's heart.

"Yes, Zhunti was beheaded by the Tongtian Cult Leader."

The two of them looked up at the sky, only to see a white-haired Tongtian falling rapidly, with the Four Swords of Zhu Xian beside him automatically protecting him.

"Quickly, catch the leader."

Ye Yang's face changed drastically. The leader of Tongtian Cult was falling rapidly. His white hair was scattered and flying, and his whole body was as alive as dead wood.

"Master Tongtian, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Yang saved the leader of Tongtian Cult, only to see that his temples were pale and wrinkled, and the original three thousand black hairs were as white as flowers.

His pure white clothes were stained by the holy blood, but he still held the Qingping Sword tightly in one hand, and his terrifying will to fight was still erupting.

The Four Swords of Zhu Xian automatically surround the leader of Tongtian Cult.

"Everyone is an ancestor."

The trembling lips moved at this moment, and the old face of Tongtian Cult Master slowly showed a smile.

"Master, I'm here, woo woo I'm here, I'm here."

Ye Yang held Tongtian Master's hand tightly. At this moment, Ye Yang only had Tongtian Master in his mind. No matter what his plan was, I just wanted Tongtian Master to come back to life.

Ye Yang sighed loudly, his heart was completely grief-stricken, and tears flowed out.

Tongtian Master said weakly:

"This saint is no longer able to survive, and his soul has burned out, but it can be regarded as killing a saint. Unless the Heavenly Dao regains control of the prehistoric world, Zhunti cannot be resurrected. Even if he is resurrected in the future, he will be left with scars, cough cough"

Tongtian Master spit out another mouthful of holy blood, and became even weaker:

"Human Ancestor, I have long noticed the abnormality of the Heavenly Dao, but it is too late. Now I fight back with my life. Although I am about to fall, cough cough, but it has also opened a ray of hope for Jiejiao."

Slowly looking at Ye Yang, holding Ye Yang's hand as hard as possible, Tongtian Master He said tremblingly:

"Human Ancestor, promise me that you will protect Jiejiao in the future, and don't break my Tongtian's lineage."

The last two words seemed to be said with his life. Ye Yang cried sadly, holding Tongtian Patriarch's hand and nodding continuously, saying:

"Princess, don't worry, you won't die, don't worry, Jiejiao will not break its inheritance. From now on, Jiejiao is the great sect of the human race. As long as the human race is not destroyed, Jiejiao will not die. Priest, don't worry, wuwu——."

"Hahaha, hahahaha, cough cough cough, in this way, I Tongtian will be relieved."

Then he closed his eyes and softened.

"Princess ah——."

Ye Yang hugged Tongtian Patriarch and cried bitterly. After all, he was still a human being, and he still had feelings. Naturally, he could not be ruthless like a saint.

"Tongtian, you dare to kill my junior brother, I want your life--."

At this moment, outside the thirty-three heavens, Jie Yin came with hatred, Ye Yang slowly raised his head and saw a terrifying murderous look in his eyes.

"It's all you who caused the death of Tongtian Sect Master, I want your life."

He suddenly clawed at the Qingping Sword, but found that it was firmly held by Tongtian Sect Master. Looking at the four swords of Zhuxian on the side, Ye Yang said fiercely:

"If you are willing to avenge Tongtian Sect Master, then move for me--."

Ye Yang roared, and in an instant, the four swords of Zhuxian trembled, and then the sword energy burst out.

"Today, I, Ye Yang, in the name of the ancestor of mankind, mobilize the four swords of Zhuxian to kill the saint--."