When the Three Saints appeared, there was no suspense in this battle.

One finger, just one finger.

The starry sky is dim and light, the universe is dark and disorderly, and all Taos in the underworld seem to be blocked, and light belts containing endless power of destruction intersect each other and slowly fall towards the figure.

No one had time to shout;

Even most people, if they had not been following Wang Sheng like their senior sister, would not have been able to capture the light belt that was always bright and dark.

Feeling the indescribable power of destruction that contained some truth in the world, Wang Sheng did not hesitate to condense all his magic power, vitality, sword intent, essence, energy, spirit, spirit, and great way from the great way of creation, and turned them into shackles, locking the soul of Fengjiu who wanted to escape wildly in his body.

This is a scene that Wang Sheng had never expected before.

He had no idea how Feng Jiu was at all. He had always thought of approaching Feng Jiu at all costs. As long as he could lock Feng Jiu, he would directly use the Heavenly Tribulation Sword Intent to attract the attention of the Three Saints.

If this method cannot solve Feng Jiu, then Wang Sheng... has no choice.

Yes, he wanted to sacrifice himself and die with Fengjiu.

This is also being done at this time.

He didn't know whether the Three Saints would save him, nor did he know what his future would be, but he had no choice.

There is really no way.

Feng Jiu was counted as dead in every step. Feng Jiu had already bound chains near the local cultivation world. Everything he seemed unreasonable to be smooth sailing. Every time Feng Jiu's forces responded strangely, it was a game of chess played by Feng Jiu.

In order to take Wang Sheng and replace him, create another immortal emperor myth, and complete the true integration of the immortal holy realm and the four heavenly realms.

This is a total dimensionality reduction strike.

Today, Fengjiu is obviously a small river castle.

‘Ah, I’m so unwilling to give up.’

Wang Sheng was a little dazed, and a phantom seemed to appear in front of him.

The phantom turned his back to him, staring at the power of destruction that surged in front of him, and seemed to be completely unravelled.

She, this should be a woman.

Time seemed to have stopped. She turned her head and looked at Wang Sheng. Her strange face showed a little bitter smile, and her eyes were full of reluctance.

'Wang Sheng, do you know how much I have paid to cut off the connection between the world and the sea of ​​Taoism?'

Wang Sheng remained silent and let the shackles he turned into manifestations, turning into golden chains, completely entangling the figure.

In fact, his worries were a little unnecessary.

Feng Jiu smiled bitterly, wanting to say more, but the destruction still surged.

This scene happened long years ago in heaven;

After a long time, in the underworld, the three saints were the fingers of the three saints, destroying a creature with the most original power of heaven and earth.

So what about the Immortal Emperor?

When erased from the level of Taoism, it is no different from Wang Sheng, a latecomer.

"Wang Sheng!"

Senior sister, why are you crying...

A dark crack appeared in the sky of the underworld, and the figures swallowed at the end of the crack were already gone.

Everywhere, a master of the Fengjiu power suddenly froze, and then turned into ashes in a blink of an eye and collapsed into piles of ashes.

Some of the masters who were dependent on Fengjiu's power had already reacted at this moment, felt the return of magic power, and immediately turned around and ran away.

The phantom of the Three Saints stood above the crack out of thin air.

The old man in the middle raised his hand with some difficulty and drew a simple symbol. The sentient beings in the underworld suddenly realized all the cause and effect.

In addition to this great world (universe), there are other great world (universe);

A big world suddenly fell silent, lost all vitality and vitality, and began to collapse continuously. There was a phantom in it that absorbed countless light spots, broke some mysterious shackles, and rushed to a dazzling galaxy.

This is the true follower of the Immortal Emperor and Feng Jiu. In fact, many masters in the underworld have long known it.

What they care more about is the story that just happened.

Wang Sheng and Erlang Zhenjun fought with Fengjiu. Fengjiu used a trick to separate Erlang Zhenjun, and Wang Sheng worked hard.

With the sudden betrayal of Wuling Sword, Feng Jiu's ridicule, and the extremely dangerous "replacement" plan, Feng Jiu wants to replace Wang Sheng and let "Wang Sheng" get rid of "Feng Jiu" become an established fact, and push "Wang Sheng" to the position of Immortal Emperor in one fell swoop.

The old subordinates of the Heavenly Court who were united by Wang Sheng and the earthly cultivation world full of infinite possibilities will become the team of the new immortal emperor.

The profound plan and the sinister intentions made the immortals not know what to say for a moment.

When Wang Sheng held the Wuling Sword and activated the sword intent of the Heavenly Tribulation, attracted the attention of the three saints, and locked Feng Jiu completely in his body with the way of creation. Finally, he died with mercy and died with Feng Jiu...

The slightly more emotional immortal sighed.

Mu Wanxuan stood in the void blankly, the great way of life that had been sacrificed, prepared the great technique of resurrection, but she could not find any residual soul to use it.

At this moment, the old man among the three saints drew a talisman again.

...

A moment ago.

Blank, vast, endless blank.

Wang Sheng was floating in this empty world, his thinking had not returned yet, and his id was chaotic until the gentle call sounded in his ears:

‘Not-verbal, non-verbal?’

Wang Sheng subconsciously looked in a certain direction, and there was a green in his eyes extending rapidly. While he was shaking his mind, he was already in a quiet valley.

The sound of the water in the stream jingles, the sound of the wind whimpered and turned to moan softly.

There is a snow-capped mountain in the distance as the background, but when you look up, you see the misty sky.

Suddenly, Wang Sheng was tense and subconsciously made a gesture of holding the sword, although he could not feel any force on his body.

Just beside him, Feng Jiu, who was in the appearance of the ancient Queen Mother, was also standing there. Feng Jiu's expression was a little dull at this moment, obviously not coming back to his senses.

Without thinking too much, Wang Sheng 's pounce' on it.

He had no sword to hold, and aimed at Feng Jiu's face as an old fist.

But the next scene made Wang Sheng a little stunned.

In this state, Feng Jiu was beaten upside down by him, and Wang Sheng also felt the real feeling of a punch to the flesh.

What's going on?

Haven’t they been crushed by the Three Saints with one finger?

"cough!"

Feng Jiu lowered his head and coughed a few times, took a big breath, and his expression also showed obvious surprise.

Before she could speak, a fist hit her next to her.

Wang Sheng is obviously a practical person who beats her first without saying a word. Feng Jiu has not been able to respond at all. Wang Sheng has already hit Feng Jiu indiscriminately and is still picking her on the face.

After half a day.

Wang Sheng gasped and looked at the bloody figure in front of him, but the vigilance in his eyes did not retreat at all.

A white light passed by, and Feng Jiu's injuries quietly subsided and returned to such a peerless appearance, but the long skirt on her body was quite simple.

Wang Sheng immediately rushed forward with his fist.

"Okay, come here first, don't let those who care about you wait too long."

A call came from behind Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng raised his fists and was stunned for no reason, his eyes turned red inexplicably, and he stood there blankly.

Feng Jiu, who was lying on the ground, trembled all over, and two lines of tears suddenly slid down. She actually covered her eyes and cried bitterly.

Wang Sheng turned his head and looked at the source of the shouting.

A simple thatched hut appeared behind him at some point, and his vision was still white, but the blooming flowers and swaying asakusa around the thatched hut gradually spread in Wang Sheng's sight.

A girl stood in front of the house.

She was wearing a garland and a white long skirt. She was now holding her hands behind her back, smiling, and slightly tilting her head to stare at Wang Sheng.

That face, that face...

Wang Sheng has seen it many times when he inherited the Great Road of Creation, and was deeply impressed.

"In a sense, you are my son."

Wang Sheng:...

"Come in quickly. We don't have much time to meet, and I have more important things to do."

"Who are you?"

"Nuwa," the girl who had turned around and was about to walk to the thatched hut, turned her head and replied, "What you see is what you see, what you hear is what you hear, and what I only have "intention" now, and what you see is what you imagined in your subconscious mind.
To be continued...