The madman knew that Xuan Cang was extremely holy and must take the opportunity to destroy Li Shaoyang. He felt extremely hatred and afraid.

But it was precisely because of his fear that he was determined.

He said angrily: "Shut up, don't pretend, I don't care about that holy position. But if you want to step over in front of me today, kill me first."

Xuan Cang Jisheng laughed in anger and said, "Just rely on you? Leng Xie, do you really think you have any weight in my eyes? If you are looking for death, I will fulfill you."

Xuan Cang Ji Sheng snorted coldly, his eyes already had a faint green light.

He suddenly reached out his hand, and a burial holy tomb appeared in his hand, and he pressed down directly at the madman.

The madman was just a saint of Void Daluo. He responded with the Daluo Saint in a hurry, but he still could not withstand the suppression of Xuan Cang's extremely holy, and the holy law was instantly broken.

Immediately afterwards, the holy body was shattered and the holy position was shattered.

What’s strange is that after the holy position was broken, a wisp of residual soul was sucked away by the burial holy tomb in the heart of Xuan Cang’s holy palm.

The madman is finished, it's over.

desolate!

Xuan Cang Ji Sheng smiled coldly, the burial holy tomb in his palm shook slightly, and the light instantly disappeared, and he muttered: "The burial holy tomb is the destination of the saint. Once you enter the heavenly tomb, you will never be reborn. Leng Xie, this is what you found by yourself."

Xuancang Jisheng walked forward again and suddenly appeared above the Witch Temple. The pressure was like the vent of the wild waves of heaven and earth, covering the entire Witch Temple.

Memories flew past Xuan Cang's mind, and a trace of hideousness climbed up Xuan Cang's extremely holy face.

"Li Shaoyang, I, Xuan Cang Ji Sheng, have never been humiliated in my life, but when I was reincarnated as the Lord of the Ancient Buddha, I humiliated me once. Now, you are going to be wiped out by me without realizing it, destroying all your hopes. This is really a cause and effect."

Xuan Cang Ji Sheng raised his hand, and the burial holy tomb appeared in his palm again.

Without saying a word, he would press on the Witch Temple and completely destroy everything.

Suddenly, a gentle whistling sounded, as if a wind suddenly blew up.

The sound sounded from behind, and it was heard in Xuancang's extremely holy ears, but it was like the thunder of the three springs.

When he turned around, the Pangu Holy Axe, which was silent, lit up the axe and slashed a beam at him.

"Damn it."

Xuan Cang Ji Sheng snorted angrily, not caring about destroying the Witch Temple, and hurriedly dodged away from the Axe Fight, and only disappeared when the Axe Fight was about to kill to the Witch Temple.

Xuan Cang was extremely angry and roared: "Pangu Holy Axe, you are really stubborn and want to defend Li Shaoyang. I don't let you do what you want, I don't believe you can defend it."

As the roar fell, Pangu's holy axe chopped down two axe lights in succession, and the momentum of destruction was rapid and violent.

The power of the ultimate weapon is shocking.

Unfortunately, there seems to be a mysterious force in the dark, limiting the power of Pangu Holy Axe, making Pangu Holy Axe unable to completely explode the true power of the ultimate weapon.

Otherwise, these two chops will be enough to turn Xuan Cang Ji Sheng into ashes.

The two splitting axes still made Xuan Cang look very embarrassed.

He dodged thousands of times before he could barely dodge. He was scraped across a corner of his body by the axe light and cut off two layers of skin. The pain of blood flowing across the holy soul.

"Damn, damn Pangu Holy Axe. One day, I will completely destroy you. If you don't believe me, wait and see."

Xuan Cang Ji Sheng roared angrily.

At this moment, the sky suddenly collapsed.

But it was no longer the holy Dharma gate that revealed it, but a green light cut through the sky.

The soul-summoning banner that had once flashed with Pangu's holy axe once again poked out from the crack and directly faced Pangu's holy axe.

Seeing this, Xuan Cang Jisheng was very excited and said in a lost voice: "The Soul Falling Holy Banner is so good. I see how you can stop me from Pangu's Holy Axe."

The soul-striking banner, the soul-falling banner in Xuan Cang Ji Sheng's mouth, was obviously also a great weapon. It was rolled up with green light, and thousands of souls roared, and it entangled with Pangu's holy axe in the sky, making Pangu's holy axe no longer able to care about Xuan Cang's holy.

Xuan Cang Ji Sheng took this opportunity to recruit the burial holy tomb again and landed fiercely towards the Witch Temple.

At the same time, he laughed wildly and said, "No one in the world can stop me. Li Shaoyang, you are destined to die in my hands. I will make the first-class contribution between heaven and earth."

Under the hands of the Saint Wumora and under the suppression of the Holy Tomb of the Burial, the Witch Temple immediately shook like a weak willow in the storm.

Many semi-saints even had cracks in their bodies, and they were crushed to pieces under the terrible pressure and were in panic.

Buzz!

At this critical moment, an ancient and desolate sound rang out, as if someone had sounded the ancient bell.

A brilliant white light suddenly rushed up from the Witch Temple.

A three-legged cauldron rushed up from bottom to top.

Between the heaven and earth, there were all directions, and the phantoms of magical tripods appeared one after another, gathering towards these three-legged tripods, as if they were a summoning that traveled through the ages.

In an instant, there was a phantom of 33.66 million,970 cauldrons integrated into the three-legged cauldron.

Their integration seems to awaken a soul that has been silent for billions of years.

The white thunder slashed from top to bottom on the three-legged cauldron. On the three-legged cauldron, a Chaos Heavenly Gate appeared one after another.

The solemn and gorgeous white light, the brilliant ancient Roewe, and the infinite glory of the past and present vented Hengding's anger at this moment.

The three-legged tripod is actually Li Shaoyang's mysterious Hengdian.

Its explosion, its power, was even three points higher than the power of the saint Wumora of Xuancang, the extremely holy Tribulation of the Wumora, as if it was touching the soles of the Saint King's feet from the extreme ladder. The power of the extreme could barely touch the divine power of the instrument.

The Hengding Ding shook upwards and slammed firmly into Xuan Cang's extremely holy hand.

With a snap, Xuan Cang Ji Sheng's hand was shattered, overturning Xuan Cang Ji Sheng's entire body, sprinkling blood in the sky, and Xuan Cang Ji Sheng's screams were everywhere.

The terrifying impact, the shock wave that was raised, also condensed into a beam of light and rushed into the sky, as if it was about to pierce the sky through a hole.

This shock wave did not break through the sky through a hole, but it suddenly crashed into the battle circle of Pangu's holy axe and the soul-falling holy banner.

The time of the game disrupted the two equally powerful weapons and broke the balance between the two weapons fighting for the game.

The balance is broken, and the consequences are serious.

The two snails were unable to control their strength at once. They both slashed hard, and another round shock wave burst out, spreading violently.

It was like a huge circular giant wheel, with a terrifying edge on the edge, cutting out a huge circular crack in the sky on the spot.

The cut part seemed to have someone lifted a huge lid.

Huh huh huh huh!

One by one, one after another, fell out in a very embarrassing way, with a lot of green, white, and a lot of saints, and there were more than 600 saints.

Look at these saints, the saints of the vain Daluo, there are no ancient saints, and the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints, but all the familiar faces are there.

Yao, Huang Yuan, Yingtian was stunned on the spot and exclaimed in a panic: "How is it possible? All the saints from the original continent have come down and all have escaped, but why are there so many saints?"

Yes, how could there be so many saints?

You should know that there are 365 saints of the original continent, including 108 saints of the ancient saints, and 36 saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of the saints of

Last time, more than seventy saints fell down, but they were all unlucky and died.

Logically speaking, there are only more than 400 saints in the former mainland. Why are there many saints now but there are still more?

But after a closer look, the aura of these saints will immediately understand.

All the extra saints are those with green light all over the body.

These people, from the saints of the Calamity of the Mora, to the saints of the Ancient Ra, to the saints of the Void Daluo, all have three realms.

It is clear that they also became sanctified by the mysterious green sage.

Perhaps, I thought of the ferocity of the fifty saints who became sanctified by the green saint throne, Yao, Huang Yuan and Yingtian, and I was not happy at all.

They had no idea whether these people from the same camp would also attack their own people like the fifty new saints.

But no matter what the three people of Yao, Huang Yuan and Yingtian thought, a saint war began unexpectedly.

Among the more than 600 saints, less than 100 are still white and holy, while the remaining 500 saints are green and fierce, violent and full of death.

It was directly divided into two camps, and the White Light Saint and the Green Light Saint fought fiercely, leaving no peace in the entire fairy cloud, and there was a battle between white light and green light everywhere, and life and death, completely putting this world into chaos.

"Yao, why are you still standing there? Come over quickly and kill all the saints of the White Saint." An angry shout came.

The saint of Yao couldn't help but shivered, and his eyes met the eyes of a sinister old man from the chaos, and his face was suddenly filled with fear.

This sinister old man is the supreme patriarch of the ancient clan, known as the Saint of the Ancient Mutian Saint Wumora.

The saint of Yao did not dare to neglect it. He took the order and rushed out. He directly targeted a saint of White Light Daluo who was besieged by six Green Light Daluo saints and joined the battle circle.

The Saint of the Wilderness Abyss and the Saint of Yingtian were nothing but the same, and they received orders to join the siege.

The tragic battle was particularly tragic at the beginning, with seven consecutive white light saints quickly killed in the melee.

The snow-white holy throne could not escape, so she was blown away by the Green Light Saint and completely destroyed.

The shortcomings in terms of numbers and the quality of experts are also deficient, so the White Light Saints have no chance of winning at the beginning of this war.

If you really want to calculate the chance of winning, that is one in ten thousand, and this probability is so small that it can be ignored.

Xuan Cang Jisheng, who was beaten away by the mysterious Hengding Ding, saw this scene and while repairing his injuries, he shouted excitedly: "Here, finally, Li Shaoyang, you have no chance of winning."

As he roared, Xuan Cang Ji Sheng did not forget to find the figure of the mysterious Hengding. In his opinion, the most difficult thing in this war was the mysterious Hengding.

But after searching, he found something was wrong.

The mysterious Hengding Ding disappeared at some point.

This scared Xuan Cang Ji Sheng into a cold sweat and shouted in anger: "Let everyone listen to me, be careful of the broken tripod."

Where is the tripod?

The mysterious Hengding Ding had already turned into a human form at the first time. The cold young man in black actually stepped into the battle circle between the Chaos Beast and the Wuhua Bird Ancestor, separated the two beasts with one blow, and directly injured the Wuhua Bird Ancestor, sprinkled blood rain in the sky, and a red wing...
Chapter completed!