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The distance between Zhongshan and Zixiao Palace is getting closer and closer.
"This big formation, it hurts the sky too much, how long has it been until there is no life in the way?" Magic Ji said with a weird expression.
"Slow down a bit!" Zhong Shan said suddenly.
"Slowing down? It's coming soon, don't you speed up at this time-" Magic Ji didn't understand.
Zhong Shan shook his head and said: "The Zixiao Palace is still in place? The saint can't be persecuted in this great formation, why wouldn't the saint take the Zixiao Palace?"
Magic Ji can see through just a little too.
"You mean, there is danger ahead?" Magic Ji asked.
"Our speed is too fast these days, let me take a sigh of relief and adjust my state to meet Zi Xiaofu!" Zhong Shan solemnly said.
"Yeah!" Magic Ji nodded.
Magic Ji still understands the truth that she should not fight. Since there are dangers ahead, even the smallest danger should be treated with caution.
At the Zixiao Palace.
The holy man hides in the corner. Looking at the outside world, this great array is so bold that the dignified saint is willing to lie dormant at this moment.
An abnormality is a demon, which can no longer be described as an abnormality.
The ancestors have lost their minds, and the saints are unable to mobilize the avenue. What kind of array is this? Who can spend such a high price to set up the formation
The ancestors of Shan Shan, sixty-two, sixty-two died under the eyelids of the holy man. Only a few days? The sixty-two ancestors, if they fight against the saints with all their strength, and if the two sides don't avoid the battle, even the saints can only be lost.
But as soon as the blast came out, without the conspirators coming out, sixty-two ancestors died? Of course, there must be more than that. There are still many places in the southern part of the continent, at least all the way over, all that is seen in the sky is killing. Now that the sacred consciousness is covered, there is no more life left.
The holy man stared intently. At this time, even with the power of the saint, he didn't dare to make this bird. Of course, this is also related to the character of the sky. Life comes first.
Outside Zixiaofu, there are more than a dozen ancient immortals fighting each other.
At this moment, the holy man finally saw what he wanted.
Sekong!
The descendants of the original Confucius, Nanzhan Buzhou reunited with Confucian disciples. Sekong is considered a person with a face in the eyes of many people.
At the same time as Confucius, should he still pay attention to the descendants of Confucius who do not know how many generations? Moreover, Sekong was also considered a low-key person back then. Reunited with the Confucian School, I have heard of it, but, in his view, the Confucian School is just a historical name when Confucius is dead, and it can't be a climate at all.
Therefore, Wutian does not know Sekong. Seeing that Sekong was sane and sane, and his cultivation base was weak, he suddenly thought that he might be a subordinate of the man who deployed the formation. What is he doing now
Sekong stood not far from Zixiaofu, looking up at the huge Zixiaofu phantom, with a trembling excitement in his eyes.
"The sky is worthy of me, Zixiao Palace!" Sekong said with excitement.
"Huh!" A figure flew past, and a strong man flew towards the coloring sky.
That is a good god who has lost his mind. Facing this ancient immortal, Sekong naturally did not want to fight with him, but quickly avoided.
The ancient immortal'seeing' Sekong stopped robbing Zixiao Palace, and went back, rushing to Zixiao Palace.
"boom!"
Below Bai Peng suddenly shot out a powerful aura of righteousness. Suddenly rushed the ancient immortal into flight.
"Hao Ran righteous? The ancestral version of "The Spring and Autumn Annals"!" Sekong's face suddenly showed ecstasy.
In the ancestral version of "The Book of Spring and Autumn", Sekong swallowed the last trace of Confucius' spiritual thoughts, and naturally consumed Confucius' memory. The Book of Spring and Autumn is Confucius' magic weapon. even… … … .
"Hahahaha!" Sekong laughed excitedly.
At this moment, it was as if the heavens were tentatively looking at him, and his character had exploded, and Lukong was overjoyed in ecstasy.
Before Fei, Sekong would no longer hide from a dozen ancient immortals.
Sure enough, the moment Sekong stepped forward, five ancient immortals suddenly rushed forward.
The color space became cold, and the probe hand grabbed it. Suddenly a triangular black flag appeared in his hand. On the black flag, there were a lot of golden patterns, and it was full of gray air. The gray energy was tumbling, and there seemed to be a trace of gray sword energy shining inside.
Five auspicious immortals flew, Sekong grabbed the black banner and swiped towards the five auspicious immortals.
Among the black flags of "Hu~~~One NNI", dozens of gray sword auras were shot out suddenly, and the sword aura burst into the bodies of the five auspicious immortals.
"Boom~~~-~~ I¨ The five ancient immortals exploded and exploded. The powerful sword aura is too domineering. There is no chance for the five ancient immortals to counterattack at all.
In the far corner, the holy man squinted his eyes: "Chaotic sword qi? Yuanshi flag? How come Yuanshi's things are in his hands?"
The holy man can't see the color in front of him more and more.
"Boom~~~一~~f"
It was another brush, and hundreds of chaotic sword qi shot from the Yuanshi flag, blasting the remaining ancient immortals.
The magic weapon is too powerful, the Yuanshi banner, the magic weapon of the ancient sage Yuanshi Tianzun, the sage magic weapon against the ancient immortals. It's no disadvantage.
When the holy man was astonished, another scene deeply shocked the holy man.
Seeing Sekong flipped over his palm, a wave of pure to incredible awe-inspiring righteousness sprayed out from his palm.
Haoran righteous? This awe-inspiring righteousness is so pure
Comparable with Confucius? Is there such a descendant of Confucianism
At the time of the great accident, Hao Ran's righteousness suddenly plunged into the white lotus.
"Boom~~~one~one!"
There was a loud noise in the white lotus, like a huge explosion inside, the powerful white lotus array burst into pieces. Then, enveloped in white light, a volume of "Spring and Autumn Annals" flew to Sekong very docilely, and flew to Sekong's palm.
"How is it possible? Isn't this Confucius's ancestral version of "The Book of Spring and Autumn"? How could it be so easy to subdue? It's like seeing the master, why is it like this?" The Saint Motian didn't understand.
It's too evil.
What is the origin of this person? Possess the Yuanshi banner, the magic weapon of the saint.
That's not the case. Confucius' magic weapon is like seeing his master, turning his hands over and completely conquering it? This is impossible for yourself. Every saint’s magic weapon has its own mark. Except for himself, it is very difficult for others to sacrifice.
The scene just now by Sekong completely subverted Wutian's cognition.
It was another period of hesitation and another period of caution to make Mitian, who was planning to come out to seize the Purple Cloud Palace, hesitated again. Who is this guy? Can you actually subdue the Spring and Autumn Annals
Sekong's next action confirmed this again.
Flip his hand and put away the Yuanshi banner, Sekong grabbed the Spring and Autumn Album and brushed it towards the sky.
It was too perfect, as if this magic weapon was originally made by him, a white light flashed out of the Spring and Autumn Album, and crashed into the purple clouds in the sky.
Sekong's detective grabbed Zi Xiaofu in the palm of his hand.
Zixiao Palace is manned.
He squeezed his fists, but in the end he restrained himself and stared fiercely.
Because Mitian didn't worry that Zixiao Palace would be refined by this color space.
Sekong's cultivation base, he can see clearly, the ancient immortal, the ancient immortal, it is impossible to break the seal left by Hongjun, even if you want to extract the power from this small ball, you have to waste it. effort.
This little ancient immortal cannot succeed.
However, Sekong's next moment of change made the dignified saints feel a sense of horror.
I saw Sekong's head suddenly swayed, and between his head and head, Sekong's head gradually changed from the original human head to an extremely disgusting cricket head.
The head of the cricket
Saint Miyao's eyes burst out, as if he couldn't breathe with his mouth open.
"Hongjun? Is he Hongjun?" The saint roared in his heart.
Fear, the saint's heart is full of fright, is he Hongjun
Seeing Hongjun, Wutian's first thought was not that he was just a lucky fairy, but the fear in the depths of his soul, the fear of Hongjun's accumulation of prestige.
Experts in the world know that Hongjun is the first cricket in the world. He was born from the veins of the earth dragon, also known as the earth dragon. At that time, he was the only cricket in the world, and it was only when Hongjun died that Hongjun spent a large price and transformed himself into a clan, just like the ancestors of the Styx created the Shura clan, Hongjun also created the cricket clan.
Hongjun fell, and countless powerful people had spent a lot of money to kill the crickets, but they were always endless and endless. Later, there was even a legend that Hongjun would return, and the toad clan was his successor.
Hundreds of thousands of years, people have discovered that crickets can't be cultivated to perfection at all. But all the strong are staring at it, because the strong believe that once there is a mature appearance, it should be Hongjun.
Toad's head? Weijing's cricket toad? The sky suddenly showed a sense of horror.
Sure enough, the cricket suddenly opened its ugly mouth and sucked at the ball.
"Om~~~a~~!"
In the small ball, surging purple energy suddenly appeared, and rushed into the mouth of the toad.
"He is absorbing Hongjun's power? Is he going to recover?"
The saint roared in shock in his heart.
In the distance, the color space was completely shrouded in purple halo, and the energy, endless energy quickly rushed into the color space. Suddenly, the color space repair base quickly climbed.
"It's really Hongjun's power, what a surging power!"
Sekong said excitedly while inhaling.
Sure enough, this ability of the toad is the key to absorbing the energy of the Zixiao Palace.
"I want to become Hongjun, I want to become Hongjun, and after absorbing this power, I will have Hongjun power in the future!" Sekong roared excitedly.
Suddenly, the surrounding power soared to the sky, and the vast purple clouds were suddenly filled under the yellow clouds above. The thunder and lightning in the purple clouds showed the infinite power of the purple clouds.
At this moment, even the dignified saint did not dare to touch the color and the edge. In Motian's mind, Hongjun is now full of mind. If the person in front of him is Hongjun, he would not dare to imagine, in his subconscious mind, Hongjun is invincible, even if he is just an ancient immortal now, possessing two saint magic weapons and Zixiao Fu, he is not his own enemy.
not far away.
"Zhong Shan, look, that day!" Huan Ji, who was not far away, saw the sky change at Zixiao Palace.
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(To be continued)