All around, the Zhuxian Sword suppressed the void, and dozens of quasi-saints controlled the swords together, preparing to kill the saints.
Suiren commanded the shadows of four immortal swords to attack Zhunti.
Zhunti, who had just revived, felt the might of Suirenshi and his face changed greatly. The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand quickly withered, and the flower buds drooped. The power of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree was reduced by 70%.
Previously, Zhunti had been traveling frantically without any rest, and now he finally felt exhausted.
Suddenly, the void trembled, and the shadows of the four swords of Zhu Xian suddenly passed through Zhunti's figure. Zhunti's figure was seen fluctuating like water ripples, but a large amount of "water ripples" evaporated under Suiren's attack.
After a wave of attacks, the shadows of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian quickly dissipated, but Zhunti did not get a chance to catch his breath, because dozens of quasi-saints around him immediately launched an attack, leaving Zhunti no chance to react.
But Suiren was preparing for the second wave of attack. In a moment, under the entanglement of countless quasi-saints, Zhunti was attacked by another wave of Zhuxian Sword. This time, Zhunti screamed.
But as the Zhuxian Sword flew by, Zhunti's figure instantly shrank by half; the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand broke, and the petals and leaves flew everywhere and were snatched away by the quasi-saints.
Zhunti roared and asked Ksitigarbha: "Didn't you say that there are no saints in heaven anymore?"
“This… this is just an incarnation of Suiren. How… how could it be so powerful?” Dizang was also dumbfounded.
Zhunti roared: "It is impossible to enter the heaven now. The most urgent thing should be..."
Before he could finish his words, a brilliant particle beam covered Zhunti. Zhunti felt as if countless small knives were scraping his bones, and his body as a great saint was being scraped away layer by layer.
After a series of attacks, Zhunti's defense ability has been reduced to the limit, and at this moment, it was shaken by the particle cannon. The particle beam is like a strong wind, and Zhunti is like a sand dune. Under the strong wind, the sand dune is peeled off layer by layer, and what is peeled off is not only the body, but also the laws of hard practice.
The previous attack by Suirenshi was just an attack, but this particle beam could destroy the very foundation. Zhunti was anxious.
But Suiren took action again, not only using the Zhuxian Sword to suppress the void, but also using all means to fix Zhunti, allowing Zhunti to accept the "baptism" of the particle cannon. When the particle cannon swept past, some gorgeous, flowing light fell from Zhunti's body.
The quasi-saints around were madly absorbing this light, with surprise and greed flashing in their eyes.
Next to them, Dizang and Duowen were anxious, but they were trapped by the Shang Dynasty's Ten Thousand Immortals Formation and the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and they were powerless for a while. They could only watch Zhunti drift away little by little under the Shang Dynasty's particle beam.
After all, Zhunti is an ancient saint. At the critical moment, a wonderful flame suddenly came out of his mouth. The flame instantly blocked the surroundings, creating a chance for Zhunti to escape.
The next moment, Zhunti's figure disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a flame burning quietly and then extinguished bit by bit.
"Is this... the flame of a burning lamp?" Suiren was a little surprised and sealed it immediately; if it were in the past, he would have let such a flame go, but now that he had the Shang Dynasty, Suiren knew how to cherish it.
Zhunti is an ancient saint after all. Suirenshi and the Shang Dynasty's equipment searched for him but couldn't find him. It seems that he really ran away. But Ksitigarbha and Duowen couldn't escape.