Harris felt cold in his heart, and an ominous feeling arose in his inexplicable heart.

Although he felt an unknown feeling in his heart, Harris was not worried. He thought that he was an old sub-saint. Except for those who were the supreme tribes of several tribes that had been hidden for many years, he really couldn't think of anyone in this world who could kill them.

The light wings behind Harris spread slightly, and then his wings suddenly merged into a lightsaber. The lightsaber was as solid as the substance, and the white and holy light shone on the starry sky, as if it was a supernova explosion. This earth-shaking lightsaber could be seen slashing down by several light years apart.

The light sword was extremely sharp, and cracks were cut out from the void. Houtu not only did not have a trace of fear, but became more and more excited.

With a loud bang, the lightsword slashed on Houtu's fist. Immediately, a shallow trace appeared on Houtu's fist, but the lightsword collapsed with a bang.

Hou Tu's fist was just a little paused, and then hit Harris straight. Although the punch was wiped out by seven or eight points, it still knocked Harris away when it hit Harris.

When Harris flew backwards, although he was not injured, his face was full of incredible expressions.

Harris couldn't believe that he would be punched out by someone, especially the other party was just a sub-saint like him.

Although the blow of the two wings combined just now was not his way to put him in the bottom of the box, it was not much different. Even if he had all the trump cards, it would be a little stronger than the blow just now.

The strength displayed by Houtu made Harris extremely shocked. If Houtu had not had the kind of Taoist rhyme that matched the heaven and earth, Harris would have doubted whether Houtu had become an existence in the realm of the Invincible Emperor.

As his figure shook, Harris spread his wings behind him, staring at Houtu and said, "Who are you and why are you involved in the affairs between our fan races? Are you not afraid of bringing disaster to your own race?"

Harris could see at a glance that Houtu was not a human race, so he suspected that Houtu was fighting the human race on earth like them, but Houtu chose another method.

Even Shakyamuni Buddha and Harris suspected that strong people like Shakyamuni Buddha were not from the human race on earth, but were powerful people who were just like them.

They can deal with the human race on earth in the most direct way, why can’t others give kindness to the human race? Using this method to divide the human race is not a way.

The ancestor witch Houtu didn't know the thoughts that flashed through Harris's mind. If she knew, she would sneer. Although she was not a human race on earth, her relationship with Fang Xiaoyu was extraordinary and her position was consistent with Fang Xiaoyu.

Besides, even in the prehistoric era, the relationship between the witch clan and the human race was quite harmonious. At least the former tribes of Houtu got along very well with the human race. Although the real world and the Legend of the White Snake World were not the same world, in Houtu’s eyes, there was no difference between the human races in the two worlds.

Without replying to Harris, the ancestor witch Houtu took a step forward to Harris with bare hands and empty handed.

Harris felt the high fighting spirit of Houtu, and couldn't help but feel a little afraid in his heart. Houtu was really too powerful.

The light wings were placed in front of him to form a light shield, but Houtu punched him, hitting Harris' heart, and he only spitted blood backwards with his big mouth.

Drops of blood shine with holy light, and fell on the war continent and immediately turned into a holy lake full of breath.

But Harris didn't care about so much now. Houtu hit one blow after another. Harris, who lost the opportunity, was suppressed by the momentum accumulated by Houtu, and was like a rag doll.

I don’t know how many times I was beaten, but suddenly, Hou Tu interrupted and shouted: “Six Reincarnation Fist!”

Fang Xiaoyu, who was killing foreign races in the distance while watching the battle, immediately looked at Houtu after hearing Houtu's silence.

Fang Xiaoyu once practiced the Great Reincarnation Fist in the Houtu Sam Reincarnation Sutra. Now Houtu uses the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, which is similar to the Great Reincarnation Fist he practiced.

When Hou Tu punched him, the six dark paths of reincarnation emerged, and the terrifying power of reincarnation drowned Harris.

Harris felt something wrong in his heart, and his whole body was shining brightly, like a vast sun. However, he was trapped by the six realms of reincarnation and could not escape no matter what.

Three punches were shot, the first punch, Harris's body protection light was blown out, the second punch, Harris's body was blown into blood rain, and the third punch hit Harris' soul. After three punches, the sub-saint of the gods actually fell between the galaxies.

The void was shaken, and the lightning flashed between the galaxies, as if it was a sense of heaven and earth. Although the fall of a sub-saint was not as terrifying as the fall of the Supreme Emperor, the vision covering a star field would still appear.

Wizards such as gods and demons weeping blood, black clouds, and divine birds crying appeared among the galaxies. Only Sikong Le, the star-swalking beast and the golden holy ape were dull.

"Harris actually fell!"

"How is this possible? That's a sub-saint. There hasn't been a sub-saint in the universe for at least tens of thousands of years!"

It has to be said that the impact of the fall of a sub-saint was too great. Sikong Le and the other two stopped. The alien army, which gradually recovered their disadvantages and gained the upper hand again, stopped one by one, and looked at the strange phenomena in the sky in shock.

"Holy Ancestor..."

Harris was honored by the Saint Ancestor among the Heavenly Gods. The group of people from the Allied Forces with light wings were very eye-catching, but these Heavenly Gods were all like they were losing their parents. It was impossible to believe that Harris had just died.

Not to mention the alien race was extremely shocked, even Shakyamuni Buddha and Zhuang Zhou looked at the ancestor witch Houtu with incredible expressions.

Although she is still the body of an ancestor witch, the ancestor witch Houtu is no longer a pure ancestor witch. She has the mark of Empress Pingxin, who is truly an existence that has entered the realm of a saint.

Perhaps the ancestor witch Houtu is not a saint, but he is closer to a saint than any sub-saint. What's more, the ancestor witch is a tribe that fights the sky and the earth. The strong combat power can almost be said to be difficult to find an opponent at the same level.

Harris underestimated Houtu's terrible combat power too much. He even couldn't use the means to save his life even if he lost his first move. In the end, Houtu was beaten with three punches in a violent manner. He died for granted but was extremely frustrated.

If Harris could be vigilant and do his best to deal with Houtu, it would not be so easy for Houtu to kill him so cleanly.

After all, Houtu is the cultivation level of the sub-saint, and it is at the same level as Harris. It is easy to suppress Harris, but it really depends on luck to kill him.

It was obvious that the luck of the earth was really good, and Harris' carelessness eventually lost his life.

"Immortal Heavenly Lord!"

"Namo Amitabha!"

Zhuang Zhou and Amitabha Buddha looked at each other, and looked at Sikong Le, the Sky-Swallowing Star Beast and the Golden Holy Ape.

Noticed the eyes of the two, especially Hou Tu, who was shockingly aura, also turned his eyes to him, Sikong Le and the other two couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

If they were not afraid before, the three of them were really scared when they witnessed the fall of Harris.

If Houtu can kill Harris, then it may not be impossible to kill them. Besides, Zhuang Zhou and Sakyamuni are there. If the three of them join forces, then they will be in danger.

"withdraw!"

When they looked at each other, the three of them roared and reached out to catch the war continent. Suddenly, countless alien races who entered the war continent were captured by the three of them.

"Where to go!"

Headed by Fang Xiaoyu, the crowd tried their best to attack the galaxy, and some alien races who had not yet been taken away by Sikong Le and the others were beaten up.

However, the one that causes the greatest damage to the alien race is the Houtu attack.

Seeing that Sikong Le and the other two were about to escape, Houtu was extremely decisive and punched, which was a projection of the war continent. A vast continent hit the void and suddenly hit the alien races who were being led away. Hundreds of millions of alien races did not have time to be led away, but was hit by Houtu.

Suddenly, a ball of blood suddenly burst out from the starry sky, and endless blood rain fell down, dyeing the entire war continent a bright red color.

A group of violent apes were blown into blood rain in this attack, which made the golden holy ape roar repeatedly. They waved the copper stick in their hands and attacked the war continent. This angry blow was really hit on the war continent, and they might break the war continent.

However, at this moment, neither Sakyamuni nor Zhuang Zhou could sit and watch the golden holy ape rage. A green lotus and a golden Buddha lotus flew over, and the two lotus flowers burst out infinite green light and golden light blocked the copper stick.

The two lotus flowers dissipated, and the terrifying power of the Golden Holy Ape's attack was also wiped out. Even if it hits the war continent, it would probably only shatter a mountain range at most.

"presumptuous!"

Seeing this, Houtu couldn't help but frown, scolded him, and pointed it at the Golden Holy Ape casually. The Golden Holy Ape's heart was filled with anger, and the bronze stick slammed Houtu's fingers that looked like a giant white jade pillar.

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