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

Master Tongtian threw the Qingping sword with great momentum, and saw a flash of white light, and he stabbed in front of Zishou.

Zishou grabbed his hands, his body trembled, he staggered back two steps, his footsteps were unsteady, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he said in a trembling voice: "What a master of Tongtian, you are worthy of being the master of the sect, I will remember this hatred!"

All the immortals were stunned, even Yuanshi Tianzun opened his mouth, looked at the injured Zishou, and then at the angry Tongtian, with a blank expression on his face.

He had reason to suspect that Master Tongtian sent the sword on purpose, but this child seemed to be really injured.

Nu Wa looked like she wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Zi Shouxin said that you should cooperate with my performance, but you turned a blind eye. When you saw that I was injured, you didn't hurry up to protect me.

But this is not the time to complain, Zishou put the sixteen long swords into his lung orifices, and the true energy in his body circulated wildly. The sword intent of the sword dominated all of this, and the sword intent gradually became stronger.

Zishou pointed to the sky with one hand, and shouted: "Xianxian Sword Formation, now!"

"Boom!"

The lead cloud in the air suddenly turned and piled up quickly, as if a huge palm was pressing down on Zixiao Palace, as if the roar of a giant beast sounded from the lead cloud, it was creepy, as if it was facing a monstrous beast.

Suddenly, there was a clear sound similar to drawing a sword in the lead cloud, and gray long swords appeared from the lead cloud, giving people a feeling of doomsday.

"Not good! Immortal Execution Sword Formation!" Seeing the sword formation, Yuanshi Tianzun immediately remembered the situation of that day, quickly stepped back, and flew a hundred miles away in an instant.

At the same time, the leading Taoist also felt his scalp numb, and three relics rose above his head, and he also retreated hundreds of miles.

"What it is?"

"Sword cloud? Sword cloud! A cloud made of swords!"

"What kind of Taoism is this?"

Thousands of handyman fairies turned pale with fright, almost out of their wits.

Under this terrifying power, those immortals felt as if they were not big Luos, not quasi-sages, but ordinary people without cultivation, facing a giant beast.

Zishou frowned, he could feel that this Zhuxian sword was just superficial, not even one-tenth of the power of the Zhuxian sword formation that was used that day.

Moreover, many long swords in the lung orifices have already begun to break.

"The Houtian Lingbao lacks an innate spirit, unable to communicate with the killing spirit between the heaven and the earth. The sword formations used are not only superficial, but also because these Houtian Lingbao are only made by ordinary immortals, the quality is far inferior to that of the Qing Dynasty. Pingjian, after a while, I'm afraid only Qingpingjian will remain." Zi Shou thought to himself.

He finally understood why the Zhuxian Sword Formation needs a sword of the Xiantian Lingbao level to be activated, and a sword of the Acquired Lingbao level, even if activated, is only superficial.

"Let's go!" Zishou took Nuwa's hand and said coldly, "Whoever dares to stop, today the lonely king will wash Zixiao Palace with blood!"

All the handymen were frightened out of their wits by this terrifying power, seeing that Zishou was about to leave, how could anyone dare to say "no".

At this moment, a phantom suddenly appeared in the sky, but it was Hongjun who appeared in the appearance of an old man.

Hongjun said coldly: "How arrogant Di Xin!"

"Gu is so arrogant. If you have the ability, kill him. If you don't have the ability, you will take him away." Zishou knew that the more arrogant he behaved at this time, the better, so that people would not see that the Zhuxian Sword Formation was just a paper tiger.

Hongjun hummed heavily, and the phantom disappeared, as if he had given up on Zishou.

Zishou breathed a sigh of relief, took Nuwa's hand, turned and left.

Almost at the same time as he turned to leave, the Houtian long sword in his lung orifice shattered, and the sword array in the sky disappeared without a trace in an instant.

All the immortals breathed a sigh of relief, just now they really felt like the end of the world, as if the sword array fell, and they all had to die.

Looking at the direction where Zishou left, Lao Tzu sighed in his heart:

"After this time, I'm afraid that Zishou will become famous... Single-handedly broke into Zixiao Palace, threatened Daozu with a sword array, and finally left safely."

"Afterwards, when practitioners mentioned Zi Shou, they probably didn't think of him as the Great Merchant Emperor, but the eighth Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian."

At the same time as Zishou left, Hongjun sighed leisurely in a certain small world: "The number of days has changed drastically, what is going on? According to the number of days, how could it be like this? Where did this change come from?"

In front of him, a woman in black sneered slightly, turned and left.

Hongjun didn't stop her, he was able to fight peacefully, but if he wanted to kill her, he would have to pay a heavy price.

What's more, there is no hatred between the two, and there is no need to pay a huge price to kill a saint who has contributed to the world.

Although Hongjun is eccentric, he is not a bad person.

In other words, at Hongjun's level, there is no distinction between good and bad, and the need for his existence is to maintain the normal operation of the way of heaven.

It's just that Zhou Xing was determined by God, so he will stand on the side of Western Zhou.

"The general trend of the future is already in chaos." Looking at the world below, Hongjun sighed, with a rare look of worry on his face.

As the Dao ancestor, he could have calculated tens of thousands of years before and after, and even knew how many kalpas there should be in later generations, but today's Dao is chaotic, and even he can't calculate it.

"The variable may not be Di Xin." Hong Jun said suddenly.

This answer flashed in his mind, and he felt more and more that it was true. He didn't deal with Zishou himself just now, not only because of Ping Xin's obstruction, but because he vaguely guessed something.

……

Zishou took Nuwa all the way out of Zixiao Palace, and he was relieved when he couldn't see Zixiao Palace.

Suddenly, Nu Wa spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on her chest.

Zishou's face changed suddenly, and he helped her to fall down a high mountain, rested beside a big tree, and asked, "What's going on?"

Nuwa's face was pale, with a look of pain on her face, and she said, "Take me to Wa Palace."

Zishou grabbed her hand, probed his true energy, and his face changed drastically: "Where is your cultivation?"

"I was sealed by Taoist ancestor... Take me back to Wa Palace first." Nuwa said.

Zishou picked her up and quickly went to Wa Palace.

After arriving at Wa Palace, Zishou took her to the room with ease and put her on the bed.

Nuwa said: "My body hurts, rub my back for me."

"Okay." Zishou nodded, and hugged Nuwa in his arms, not daring to have any distracting thoughts in his heart, and reached out to rub her back gently.

"Zi Shou." Nuwa's voice seemed a little weak, "Do you listen to what I say?"

"Listen, of course I will." Zishou said.

Nuwa said: "Okay, just listen."

Zishou felt a little uneasy: "Did the Meteor Pill break out?"

Nuwa just smiled.

"Say it quickly, don't you?" Zi Shou said anxiously.

Nuwa smiled and said, "I'm fine, saints are immortal, don't you know?"

Zishou said: "But that is the Meteor Saint Pill!"