Intercept the second disciple

Chapter 279 Teach You to Open the Sky

Although the self-explosion of the Three Soul Banner Sea God Orb prevented Zhunti, the two treasures were Chang Er and Zhao Gongming's natal Lingbao.

After many years of sacrificial exercises, the spirit and soul have already been connected, and the treasures have been destroyed. At this time, Chang Er and Zhao Gongming are worse than ordinary people.

Physically disabled and dying, but they still supported each other and never fell down.

Sad and deplorable, a little tragic, full of sentimentality!

In Wa's palace, Fuxi looked at Nuwa and said, "Maybe there are too many ants to kill the elephant?"

"It still can't, but," Nuwa said slowly, "Ants are not afraid of death, but it is enough to move even my saint."

Nu Wa raised her glass in the direction of Qinglong Pass.

"But you want to have a drink for the Jiejiao disciples?" Fuxi asked.

"No, one cup is enough," Nuwa shook her head and said, "At least three cups!"

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Zhunti's eyes pierced through the long river of time, and he naturally knew that Xu Siyuan had gone to the past. Although he didn't believe that Xu Siyuan could cut off his past body, Zhunti knew that he could not drag on any longer.

A sage should be invincible, Xu Siyuan last time, and this time he took too long to teach ten thousand immortals.

Is he Zhunti weak or is Jiejiao so extraordinary.

Even Zhunti had to give a thumbs up in his heart.

But the heroes of the other side and the thieves and bandits of mine will not be scattered even if they stop teaching ten thousand immortals, and I am afraid that the hearts of saints can't be at ease!

Zhunti's body resounded with endless Buddha's chant, the Buddha's brilliance shines in the world, and the Buddha's voice moves the prehistoric world.

I am the ancestor of the ten thousand Buddhas, Zhunti waved the wonderful tree of seven treasures, the Buddha sang bursts, and the ten thousand Buddhas came to court.

The Qibao Miaoshu brushed towards Duobao, even if it was just the aftermath, the bodies of Zhao Gongming and Chang'er were turned into powder, and hundreds of disciples died.

The two primordial spirits drifted towards the list of gods.

Jiejiao Daluo Jinxian Changer and Zhao Gongming are on the list.

Long-eared Zhao Gongming has been a sage for many years. After embarking on the road of cultivation, he never thought that he would die, but when death really came, it seemed that it was nothing more than that.

There is great terror between life and death, but there is also great stalwart in life and death.

Die for fellow students, die for cutting off teaching.

What is there to complain about!

The souls of hundreds of disciples also drifted towards the list of gods.

Cut off to teach Wanxian, has suffered heavy casualties!

Wanxian can no longer fight, but the Jiejiao Immortal has not bowed his head.

Zhunti's wonderful tree of seven treasures has arrived in front of Duobao, but the long-eared Zhao Gongming blocked it for a while, it is already too late!
Thousands of immortals and Duobao's mana were integrated into the Six Soul Banner, and this was not over, the whole banner was stained red with Duobao's blood, and Duobao even sacrificed the quasi-sage soul.

In the mid-stage of quasi-sage achievement, the magic power of a Jiejiao immortal was integrated into Duobao's body.

Now is the time when Duobao is the strongest, but it is also the last glory of Duobao.

There are many treasures, and now only the same family is the treasure.

Give up my body, sacrifice my soul, I am a major disciple of Jiejiao, and I can give up anyone except my fellow disciples.

Duobao bowed to the Six Soul Banner.

This is the last prayer and also the strongest one.

Then I saw the banners of the six souls fluttering, and the banners shook, and everyone was shocked.

Another immeasurable amount of black air flew towards Zhunti.

There are still thousands of sect disciples standing in the formation, but at this moment thousands of sect disciples are all weeping.

Duobao, the chief disciple of Jiejiao,
died!

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There are countless creatures in the world, but whether they are immortals or demons, righteous or evil cultivators are all Dao.

Yin and Yang are Tao, life and death are Tao, but Pan Gu is not Tao!
Open up the prehistoric world and transcend the four realms of saints.

The ax can open chaos, and the body can transform everything.

Pan Gu itself is also a kind of Tao.

Zhunti in the chaos is not yet a saint, but he is not something Xu Siyuan can match.

The gourd of congenital treasure shines above Xu Siyuan's head.

Zhunti is not a saint, so the gourd can protect Xu Siyuan for a while.

Then Xu Siyuan slowly bowed towards a certain place in the chaos.

The geese leave their voices, and the people leave their names. Pangu was born in chaos, and Pangu also lived in chaos.

Therefore, in the chaos, there is an eternal imprint of Pan Gu. Pan Gu is dead, but the imprint will last forever.

That's why the Twelve Patriarchal Witches could stand up and summon Pangu's real body.

Possessing Pangu's blood, cultivating Pangu's body, and passing on Pangu's method, Xu Siyuan can naturally sense Pangu's aura.

Xu Siyuan saluted slowly in the direction where Pangu was, Great God Pangu, I'm here to worship you today.

Worship for the ancestral witch, Pangu, do you know that the ancestral witch transformed by your essence and blood is almost extinct.

Pangu, you opened up the wild for all living beings, but your blood descendants cannot live freely in the wild.

The second bow is for my master. The master misses you but has never seen you. God, you also want to see your descendants.

Great God, now that the three Qings are fighting each other, and brothers have turned against each other, this is what you want to see, and you can bear to see my master lose.

Three worship for myself, great God Pangu, although you and I have never met, but I have to enjoy your countless legacy.

Tongtian is my teacher, and you are my ancestor.

Now that I am in chaos, please help me!

Great God, great God, you don't have many blood descendants left in the prehistoric world!

After three worships, there is no response to chaos.

Xu Siyuan was a little disappointed, but Xu Siyuan himself was the sword of Zhan Zhunti.

Countless demon gods gather, I, Xu Siyuan, should die, but how can you survive.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a loud noise resounded through the entire chaos, and with the sound, the entire chaos was shaking slowly.

This voice is the best way in the world.

Xu Siyuan was very familiar with this voice, because it was Pangu's heartbeat.

"Boom!"

Xu Siyuan himself also gave out a low heartbeat. Although he couldn't compare with Pangu, he came from the same vein.

A vast and stalwart divine thought appeared beside Xu Siyuan, and the gods bowed their heads as soon as this thought came out.

The three thousand demon gods retreated together, and even the two demon gods, Yin and Yang, did not dare to say anything.

The power of Pan Gu is as good as a fellow!
At this time, a voice sounded in Xu Siyuan's ear, this voice scattered hundreds of millions of miles of chaos, but this voice fell on Xu Siyuan's ear, but it was indescribably kind and kind.

This is Pangu's voice.

"I'll teach you to open the sky!"

Then I saw Xu Siyuan's Plum Chop Sword shattered into countless powders, and another supreme force extracted the origin of chaos.

So these powders were remixed into a sword. This sword was not an innate treasure, but it could barely withstand Pangu's power.

"Look, this chaos is created like this!"

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The Twelve Capitals and Heavens are gone, and the stars in the Zhou Dynasty do not exist, and they have been counted in the prehistoric times, and now only Zhu Xian rules the roost.

In the Zhuxian formation, Tongtian has the upper hand with one against three.

The formation of swords, the sky is the sword, the sword shines through the ages, and the sword swings everywhere.

The three saints entered the battle but couldn't stop Tongtian.

At this time, Tongtian's eyes were looking at the distant future.

In the future, your Western religion should be popular, but your Western religion is stepping on the bones of my dead religion.

The disciples of Jiejiao go to the west, and most of the backbone of your Western religion in the future will be my disciples of Jiejiao.

In the future, you, the West, have nothing to do with my teaching. You are the ancestor of all Buddhas. How can I not find your future body.

The sword is drawn in this world, but the sword of this world cuts towards the future.

Watch me slash your future body with a sword that reaches the sky!
(End of this chapter)