Honghuang: My understanding is beyond belief. I am the first immortal of Jiejiao.

The Black Flame Spider was completely killed by Chisongzi's sword.

Not even ashes were left.

At this moment, Chisongzi seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground instantly.

His body was swaying as if he would fall down at any time.

But his eyes were full of excitement and excitement.

He did it.

He killed a quasi-saint with his own strength.

This is absolutely a miracle.

"call……"

Chi Songzi let out a long breath and a smile appeared on his face.

However, the blood on his face made his smile look extremely hideous and terrifying.

In mid-air, the old ancestor of the Lihuo Tiger Demon was watching this scene, his eyes full of dullness and disbelief.

It was as if he had seen something that he could not believe.

"Hahaha, okay, okay, okay."

At this moment, a loud laugh suddenly resounded through heaven and earth.

At this moment, Suiren was laughing continuously. He looked at the ancestor of the Lihuo Tiger Demon, his eyes full of ridicule and disdain.

"This is the power of our race's pride."

"Today, I will use you, this evildoer, as a sacrifice to my sword."

As Suiren finished speaking, his aura rose again.

The immortal fire that was already extremely strong seemed to be burning at this moment.

Suiren's attacks became more and more fierce.

As if he didn't want to fall behind his younger generation, Chisongzi.

"Damn human ants, how dare you?"

The Lihuo Tiger Demon Ancestor was completely furious at this moment.

He didn't expect that he would end up like this today.

He had never imagined that a mere ant in the late Golden Immortal stage could actually kill a Quasi-Saint.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

All the powerful people who were watching the battle were in an uproar at this moment.

The way they looked at Chisongzi was full of envy and disbelief.

You know, he is a quasi-saint.

In the entire prehistoric world, there are only a handful of people who can kill quasi-saints.

But today, someone actually killed a quasi-saint powerful being at the level of Daluo Jinxian.

How could this not shock them?
East Kunlun, Sanqing Temple.

Master Tongtian looked at Chisongzi, whose sword was shining brightly into the sky, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"What a swordsman genius! He is quite to my taste."

"If this person is willing to become my disciple, I can accept him as my disciple."

Laozi standing aside remained silent, but a deep light flashed in his eyes.

Yuanshi Tianzun curled his lips and said disdainfully: "He is just a sword genius, not worth mentioning. Moreover, although Chisongzi has good qualifications, he is far from the standard of a personal disciple. Junior Brother Tongtian is not strict in teaching, which is really a loss to our Xuanmen teaching tradition."

"Humph, Senior Brother Yuanshi, what you said is wrong."

Tongtian Sect Leader snorted coldly, looked at Chisongzi whose sword light was soaring into the sky, and said calmly: "This Chisongzi was able to kill a quasi-saint with the realm of Daluo Jinxian, which is enough to prove his potential and strength. If I want to accept him as my disciple, why do I need you to say more, senior brother?" "As for disciplining disciples, it is my job, senior brother, don't worry about it, and besides, the teacher opened up the sect widely and taught everyone, so I will follow the teacher's example."

When Yuanshi Tianzun heard this, he frowned and warned, "Junior brother Tongtian, you don't have a treasure to suppress your destiny. If you get entangled with that disciple's destiny, you will suffer a catastrophe sooner or later. You better take care of yourself."

After saying this, Yuanshi Tianzun flicked his sleeves, turned around and left the Sanqing Temple.

Seeing this, Laozi sighed helplessly. He glanced at Master Tongtian and advised, "Junior Brother Tongtian, you need to be cautious about recruiting disciples. Although Chisongzi is extraordinary, he still needs to be tempered. Junior Brother, you need to think twice before acting."

After saying that, Laozi turned around and left the Sanqing Temple.

In the Sanqing Temple, only Tongtian Sect Master was left.

He looked at the endless sea of ​​clouds outside the Sanqing Temple and was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Why should others tell me what I am doing? Besides, my Jiejiao will have thousands of immortals coming to pay homage. How can I suppress the treasure of destiny? I naturally have a way."

After saying this, Master Tongtian flipped his palm and a formation diagram appeared in his hand.

This is exactly the diagram of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

Master Tongtian stroked the formation diagram, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

He must ensure that the good fortune of Jiejiao will last forever.

At the same time, in the primitive west.

A towering mountain, soaring into the clouds.

It is Mount Sumeru.

On the top of Mount Sumeru, the Saint Jie Yin and the Saint Cundi sat opposite each other.

The Saint Jieyin looked at Chisongzi, whose sword light was soaring into the sky, and sighed: "There is such a talent among the human race, but it's a pity that he is not a disciple of my Western Sect."

"Brother, why are you so pessimistic?"

At the side, the Saint Zhunti smiled faintly: "Although Chisongzi is not a disciple of our Western Sect, but if Senior Brother, as a saint, personally descends to the human race and wants to accept Chisongzi as a disciple, I think the human race will not dare to refuse, right?"

"Alas, Junior Brother, what you said is wrong."

The Saint Jieyin shook his head and said: "Although my Western religion is established, the spiritual veins of the West are completely destroyed. This is destiny. Moreover, my Western religion emphasizes fate. If Chisongzi has a fate with my West, he will come. If not, he cannot be forced."

"This……"

Upon hearing the words of Saint Jie Yin, Saint Zhunti was suddenly speechless.

He naturally knew that what the Guide Saint said made sense, but he still felt a little unwilling.

After all, the potential displayed by Chisongzi is really terrifying.

If it can be incorporated into Western religion, then there is no need to worry about the future of Western religion.

What Zhunti Saint didn't know was that the time Chisongzi took to cultivate from a mortal to the current quasi-saint realm was less than ten thousand years.

Such a terrifying growth rate can almost be regarded as the fortune of the human race.

And the Saint of Reception naturally knows this as well.

As a saint, he could naturally see the fortune in Chisongzi.

What he couldn't understand was how Chisongzi had managed to grow to his current level in such a short period of time?

You know, the time he spent in guiding the saint, from a tiny innate creature to cultivate to the current state of a saint, is almost incalculable.

But Chisongzi has grown to such a level in just ten thousand years.

How could this not shock him?
"The rise of the human race is destiny. Our Western Religion should follow the will of heaven. But who exactly is this Chisongzi?"

The Saint Jie Yin looked at Chi Songzi in the distance, whose sword was shining brightly into the sky, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"The future of the human race is limitless, but it is hard to say how far Chisongzi can go."

The Bodhisattva Cundi sighed and looked at Chisongzi whose sword light was rising into the sky, a trace of regret flashed through his heart.

However, he quickly regained his composure, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Brother, I want to go to the human race. What do you think?" (End of this chapter)