On the other side, the senior officials under Yantian Pavilion looked into the void, with ecstasy on their faces. "Naihe... Naihe is so powerful?" Xue Xingfeng's eyes were full of horror, and then a wave of ecstasy appeared on his face.
"It's so powerful, so powerful. However, after entering the seventh level of the Supreme Realm, he is actually so powerful. He deserves to be the creator of the world."
"Creator? What are ordinary creators? Didn't you see that Tai Shuangtian and Liu Yun, two long-established creators, were beaten into powder by Naihe in his hands?"
"Yes, unless you are at the eighth level of the Supreme Realm, a legendary god figure like that can possibly compete with Naihe. But is the eighth level of the Supreme Realm so easy to see? Not to mention the three thousand three hundred worlds, even nine days No one in the divine realm has ever heard of an eighth-level god landing on our Wushuang Continent.”
"From now on, Naihe will be the number one person in our Yantian Pavilion. Even if our Yantian Pavilion exhausts everything, we must treat Naihe as the highest figure in the sect."
Xue Xingfeng made a decision in his heart at this time. As soon as Xiao Naihe came back, he would immediately give up the position of the Supreme Elder.
No, the position of Supreme Elder is not enough. Xiao Naihe must be given the status of Supreme Supreme and the only one in the sect’s control. As long as they do whatever they can, they can lead Yantian Pavilion to the top trend among the 3,300 worlds.
But when these things happened, Xiao Naihe was already chasing Taoist Antian.
Taoist Antian tore open the space and shuttled continuously in one breath.
With the strength of his Creator, in a few breaths, he had already approached the edge of the Wushuang Continent and was about to head to the Boundary River.
"Xiao Naihe, Xiao Shengzi, this son... This son is too terrifying. The Third Path of Cultivation can actually be so powerful. As soon as he enters the Supreme Realm, he will immediately compete with the giant owl in the eighth level. If you can't win, you will definitely fight. If I don’t win, unless I can become a cultivator at the eighth level of the Supreme Realm, I will never be his opponent for the rest of my life.”
Taoist Antian was shocked. After seeing Xiao Naihe's supernatural powers, he no longer hesitated at all. This boy's strength was indeed above his own.
"If you want to deal with this son, either a giant owl at the eighth level of the Supreme Realm will take action, or at least ten creators will need to besiege him. Otherwise, no one among the creators will be his opponent."
That's right, it's the seventh level of the Supreme Realm, where the Creator is invincible.
Thinking of this, Taoist Antian was shocked. A Creator who had just entered the seventh level of the Supreme Realm was already at the level where the Creator was invincible.
If this kind of character continues to grow smoothly like this, even the top gods in the Nine Heavens Divine Realm will not be able to win this son.
"Only that person, only that person can save me. I must escape now. The farther away, the better!"
While speaking, Taoist Antian's heart suddenly moved, as if his entire soul was locked in place by some mysterious existence in the void.
The terrifying aura immediately locked onto him.
"Taoist Antian, where are you going to run to?"
Xiao Naihe's voice has come over.
His 400 billion divine thoughts are infinitely more than those of an ordinary Creator, and his speed is almost as fast as the giant owl at the eighth level.
Taoist Antian was already approaching the edge of Wushuang Continent, but at this moment, Xiao Naihe had already caught up!
"Shengzi Xiao?"
Taoist Antian was almost frightened when he heard this voice.
He, Taoist Antian, was considered a big shot in the God Realm, and he was prosperous, but now, he was like a lost dog, being hunted down to such an embarrassing state.
"Xiao Naihe, do you really want to fight to the death?"
"It's not that I want to fight to the death, it's you who forces me to fight to the death." Xiao Naihe said lightly.
"It was the Demon Star that offended you in the beginning. For the sake of my apprentice, I naturally had to take action. But now that you have become the Holy Son, you and I are both the Creators. Why don't you let go? If you want anything, I can compensate you. ”
"Okay, I want something. I wonder if you can compensate me?"
"What? As long as I can get it, I will give it to you."
When Taoist Antian heard this, he immediately felt a hope of survival.
"I want your life, but I wonder if you can give it to me?"
"You... Xiao Naihe, don't bully others too much."
"Hey, since you don't do it yourself, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Xiao Naihe sighed softly, but the pressure projected in his tone was so murderous that he immediately locked onto Taoist An Tian.
"The Great Divine Wheel of the Heavens, the Dharma of Life and Death!"
The moment the huge divine wheel appeared behind him, Xiao Naihe's spiritual power suddenly burst out, like a high mountain, rumbling down and bombarding Taoist Antian.
"The power of the Dark Star, the supreme devil!"
Feeling the incomparable danger, Taoist Antian gritted his teeth and immediately burned part of his soul power.
Once the giant owl in the supreme realm burns the soul, it will be inevitable damage. Even if it can gain strength in a short period of time, the damaged soul will not be recovered.
Even if there is a Creator who burns the power of his own soul, it is very likely that his cultivation will regress to the sixth level of the Supreme Realm.
Taoist Antian would not do this if it was not a last resort.
"Hmph! Even if you burn the power of your soul, you can't escape my grasp."
Xiao Naihe's divine wheel rotated again, and there were ninety-nine rings of light behind his head. In an instant, it was as overwhelming as a sea and a prison.
Crash.
At that moment, Taoist Antian just felt that even if he burned all your souls, he would still be no match for this kid. This guy has 400 billion divine thoughts.
"Fellow Taoist, put down Taoist Antian."
At this moment, a voice suddenly spread from the void. This voice contained a strong chill, as if it was spread suddenly in an icy country.
"Is this the thought of thunder passing through nine calamities? The eighth level of the Supreme Realm?"
Xiao Naihe's pupils shrank, and he immediately felt the terror of the man in front of him.
This force gathered overwhelmingly and was locked on Xiao Naihe in an instant.
Xiao Naihe's Buddha's Light was also severely knocked back at this moment.
Taoist Antian showed the ecstasy of hope on his face: "There is snow in the world, there is snow in the world."
As soon as the voice fell, a mysterious figure suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Naihe.