Fengshenzhi, I didn't want to fall in love with Nuwa

Except for Hongjun who has the highest cultivation level, among the six great saints, Tongtian is the strongest when it comes to formation formation, but everyone has no objection when it comes to fighting alone - Lao Tzu is the strongest.

Taiqing Lao Tzu is good at refining alchemy and spirit treasures, and he is almost invincible when he raises up a heaven and earth Xuanhuang Linglong pagoda.

Even the leader of the Tongtian sect thought to himself that without the blessing of the Zhuxian sword formation, he would not be able to defeat Lao Tzu.

Even with the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, it cannot hurt his life...

However, after Pingxin took action, everyone changed.

It turns out... there are people who can beat Lao Tzu alone!

Pingxin was dressed in a long black dress, with a graceful figure, and her movements were faster than lightning. Although she didn't use Lingbao weapons, her punches and palms had the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Suddenly he punched out, the seemingly innocuous little fist made the crutches in Lao Tzu's hands tremble slightly.

Another slap was made, and Lao Tzu swung his crutches to resist, but was also beaten back two steps.

Even though Lao Tzu's cultivation is unfathomable, in Ping Xin's suffocating style of play, he also defends more than attacks.

Zishou couldn't help trembling while watching.

Why... it seems... it seems...

Pingxin is more violent than Nuwa?

And...why do I feel the coldness on my back...

It seems that at some point in the future, two violent madmen will fight back and forth like football...

This was Da Luo Jinxian's premonition. Although there was no basis for it, Zi Shou always felt that this scene would happen sooner or later.

"Chuck!"

Master Tongtian Cult, Qingping sword in hand, squinted at Yuanshi Tianzun: "Brother, do you really think that saints can't die?"

The Qingping sword trembled and pierced out quickly.

Yuanshi Tianzun got up from the incense chariot of Nine Dragons, and sacrificed the three treasures wishfully: "Junior Brother Tongtian, you are too arrogant!"

That's right, Ping Xin has indeed reunited with his physical body, and he has indeed become a saint.

Even after Pingxin became a saint, his strength was stronger than them.

But even with Ping Xin, there are only three saints on Tongtian's side.

The swordsmanship of the master of Tongtian sect is ferocious and fast, and he has both.

Coupled with the strength of the Qingping sword, every time the sword is swung, it will make a buzzing sound, and there seems to be a green lotus growing on the tip of the sword.

Although Yuanshi Tianzun seldom fights with others, and even if he does, he sacrifices Yu Ruyi, but in fact, he can become Hongjun's second apprentice, and his aptitude is not bad.

Sanbaoyu blocked and blocked Ruyi, and Qingping's sword was as fast as lightning.

The pair of brothers and sisters fought into a ball in an instant, but no one could do anything to the other for a while.

……

"boom!!"

Like a hot red sun, the red hydrangea suddenly attacked Taoist Zhunti.

Taoist Zhunti held up the Qinglian Baose Banner to resist, but under this blow, he still retreated three or four steps.

"This damned woman! Do you think I can't beat you!" Taoist Zhunti glared fiercely at Nuwa with a ferocious face. Suddenly, his body grew rapidly, and he directly used the incarnation of Dharma!

Nuwa's red hydrangea is like a red sun, every time it falls, it will shake greatly.

Although Zhunti Taoist has a wonderful tree with seven treasures to paint all things, he dare not brush her red hydrangea.

Different from Yuanshi Tongtian's indissoluble and equal share, Nuwa's hitting Zhunti is just like a mother hitting her son, pressing directly on the ground to slap her.

Nuwa was wearing a nine-colored neon dress, which radiated nine-colored light, resisting various magic weapons of the Taoist Zhunti. It was almost entangled by the misty chaotic belt.

This woman's hands were even more ferocious, she smashed the red hydrangea all over her head and face.

Seeing that Zishou was dripping with cold sweat, he thought that if he married her back home, he would not know how many times he would be raped by her in the future.

The escort Taoist on one side stared at Nuwa's graceful figure, but there was a hint of fascination on his face: "She hit me like this before..."

Back then, the Taoist priest offended Nuwa because of a joke, and she put it in a bag and threw it on the ground.

Afterwards, the Taoist priest found that he fell in love with the feeling of being beaten. Although it hurt, he enjoyed it.

I thought that if I could be beaten by her a few more times during these long years, I would be infinitely happier.

"Senior brother, hurry up!" Taoist Zhunti had already been hit by a red hydrangea once in the face, and his entire face was almost smashed. Seeing that his senior brother was still watching the show, he also hurriedly yelled.

The Taoist then came to his senses, raised his magic pestle and rushed towards Nuwa: "Friend Nuwa, eat me with a pestle!"

At this moment, a black long spear swung out and caught the swinging magic pestle.

Zishou rushed out with the god-killing gun, and the ghost fire on his body was already burning.

"God Killing Spear? So you are the human emperor Xin!" The leading Taoist showed a look of sudden realization.

"Di Xin, this god-killing spear is too fierce. It will do you no good, and it will only hurt you if you hold it in your hand." But revealed his true intentions:

"This gun has a predestined relationship with my Western religion. If I can bring the poor Tao back to the Western religion and cultivate it in the Bade Pond, it will also be a magic weapon for saving the world and helping people in the future. Di Xin, I hope you can give it to me."

Zishou said indifferently, "If Gu doesn't give it?"

"In order to confuse the common people, I have no choice but to ask for it. This is in accordance with the number of days." The face of the leading Taoist showed a look of compassion, but his words were extremely overbearing: "The king refuses to give me this weapon. I had to do it myself."

After finishing speaking, the Taoist who guided him stepped forward, and the jade stew in his hand was swept away with a whisk!

When the jade stag was swept away by the whisk, golden lotuses sprang out, and Zishou stabbed him with a god-killing spear, but was actually supported by these golden lotuses.

"Want Gu's God-killing Spear? Yes! Gu also wants your life!"

Zishou could clearly see the expression that the Taoist had shown when he looked at Nuwa just now, how could he tolerate him getting out alive!

The cultivation base of a big Luo Jinxian has completely exploded, and he has turned into three heads and eight arms!

Holding the gun in both hands, the gun is like a dragon, and the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag is held in one hand. The Hunyuan Banner obtained from Qingxu Daodezhenjun has only three empty hands.

Jieyin Taoist said sadly: "Why bother? Di Xin, why are you bothering?"

Talking on the mouth, but the jade stew whisk in the hand is unreservedly using the ultimate move.

If it wasn't for the protection of the Xuanyuan Water Control Banner, he would have been seriously injured if he got hit by a whisk.

There were still quite a few Interceptor disciples in the formation, and they watched from a distance only because Master Tongtian had ordered them not to make a move, lest they be affected by the aftermath of the Saint's battle and end up dead.

Daoist Duobao, Our Lady of the Golden Spirit and others watched intently.

"I didn't expect Di Xin to be able to fight with the saint for so long. Is this person just a Da Luo Jinxian?"

"No, Di Xin is about to lose!"

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit said: "I'll go and help him!"

At that moment, she took out the Four Elephant Pagoda and threw it far away, and threw it at Jieying's forehead.

He then waved his jade scorpion to catch it, threw it out, and laughed loudly: "Di Xin, I heard that you have a sword array, why don't you dare to use it? Why don't you hand over the God-killing spear obediently!"

The corner of Zishou's mouth curled up, and he suddenly threw the god-killing spear in his hand at Jieyin: "Gu dare to give it, do you dare?"

Receiving and waving the jade whisk to catch the God-killing Spear, his face changed drastically in the next second, and he lost his voice: "You..."