I am the ancestor of the ancient people, and at the beginning, I abolished the Holy Mother.

Chapter 51 Killing the Saint with One Sword (please read it, thanks for the reward!!)

It was as if the sky had fallen, or as if a meteorite thousands of times larger than the earth was rapidly crashing into the earth from distant space.

"Punch me."

The body that was thousands of miles away, burning with the terrifying Pangu essence and blood, slammed into Nuwa.

"Rumble"

The earth trembled, the mountains shook, and the vast wilderness trembled. The sea of ​​​​blood instantly turned into huge waves, and thousands of miles around were shaken.

"puff--."

After spitting out a mouthful of holy blood, how could Nuwa be able to withstand the energy brought by the burning of Pangu's essence and blood?

"Houtu, you are brave."

"Hmph, I'm bold today, what can you do to me?"

The super huge fist was burning with blazing flames and struck again. Nuwa was frightened when she saw this, and she subconsciously avoided it. However, Hou Tu had already seen through it and had already blocked Nuwa's retreat.

In a hurry, he quickly blocked and manifested his Dharma Body. He only saw a huge hand reaching out from the void and grabbing Hou Tu's wrist.

"You actually want to compete with me in strength? You're looking for death."

With a sudden force, there was a click, and the transformed palm was crushed instantly, and Nuwa screamed in pain, which was so painful that it penetrated her bones.

"Hmph, Nuwa, I am not as good as you in other aspects, but in terms of strength, I am the ancestor of you, so die——"

At the dusk of the sky, the way of heaven collapsed. Even the saints could not borrow the power of the way of heaven. The only thing that was better than others was that they had the cultivation of saints.

The situation was in danger for a moment, and Hongjun, who was confronting Pangu's real body, was extremely anxious when he saw this.

But Pangu's real body is really difficult to deal with.

In the ancient land, Nuwa was beaten and bruised all over her body. Coupled with the overwhelming karma all over her body, Nuwa lost the upper hand. At this moment, the ancestral witch Houtu went completely berserk. She thought of the demon clan against her in the past, and thought of the Golden Crow causing chaos in the wilderness. I don’t know how many witch clans were killed.

Under such hatred, Hou Tu completely erupted, and his evil aura soared to the sky, faintly echoing Pangu's real body on the other side of Buzhou Mountain.

At this moment, suddenly above the ancient sky, the originally dark sky burst into bright golden light.

"ah--."

A scream resounded throughout the ancient world, reaching as far as the Heavenly Court and the Outer Heaven, and as far down as the Nine Nether Blue Yellow Spring. The saint's scream resounded, shocking the heavens and the earth and weeping ghosts and gods.

A terrifying sword light stretched hundreds of millions of miles away, and directly cut down a saint. Golden light fell from the sky, and then countless blood rains poured on the ancient land.

"Zhunti, die——."

Above the chaos, Master Tongtian tried his best and finally killed Saint Zhunti, one of the two Saints in the West.

"Junior brother——."

Thirty-three days of chaos led to a roar of sadness, and the sound resounded throughout the ancient land. At this moment, a sad emotion appeared in the hearts of all living beings, and tears fell uncontrollably.

"Tongtian, you bastard, you beheaded Zhunti."

"Tongtian, do you dare to kill the saint?"

Saint Taiqing and Primordial Heavenly Lord were horrified, angry and shocked at the same time. They did not expect that after a fight between Tongtian Cult Master and Hongjun, he could kill a saint in the hands of four of them in such an exhausted state.

The Taoist who took the lead also went berserk in an instant.

“Tongtian, I’m going to kill you——.

Crazy, desperate to kill, but at this moment, the leader of Tongtian Cult has run out of gas. Seeing that the Taoist leader is coming to kill, he is unable to resist. He smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and his whole body fell from the chaos.

"Haha, who said that the Four Saints can break the Immortal-killing Sword Formation? Today, I didn't kill one of the Saints, cough cough cough, poof -"

A mouthful of holy blood was sprinkled all over the ancient world. After resisting the blow from Taoist Jie Yin, the sky fell towards the ancient earth.

"Father God, ahem, Tongtian has returned."

Huhuhu——.

On the prehistoric land, golden light and blood rain continued to fall, the heaven and the earth screamed, and the heavens mourned the death of the saint. Hou Tu raised his head and looked at the sky, feeling the blood rain of the saint, and his combat power reached its peak in an instant.

He instantly looked at Nuwa:

"Take your life—"

Whoosh——.

Turning into a strong wind, Hou Tu was approaching Nuwa. Nuwa was also extremely frightened. Zhunti was all cut down, and only three of the four saints were left. How could they stop the Immortal Killing Sword Formation? When the leader of Tongtian Cult comes to kill him, how can he be better off?

Thinking of this, Nuwa immediately ran away without any hesitation.

"Damn it."

Hou Tu was extremely powerful, but his magical power was not that of a saint. He could only watch Nuwa escape from the wilderness.

Rumble

After Nuwa left, Ye Yang's seal also lost its support and was punched by Hou Tu.

"The saint has fallen?"

Looking up at the sky, golden blood rain continued to fall, and a sad emotion broke out in Ye Yang's heart.

"Yes, Zhunti was beheaded by the leader of Tongtian."

The two of them looked up at the sky, only to see a white-haired Tongtian falling rapidly, with the Four Swords of Zhu Xian beside him automatically protecting him.

"Quickly, catch the leader."

Ye Yang's face changed drastically. The leader of Tongtian Cult was falling rapidly, his white hair was scattered and flying, and his whole body was as alive as dead wood.

"Master Tongtian, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Yang saved the leader of Tongtian Cult, only to see that his temples were pale and wrinkled, and the original three thousand black hairs were as white as flowers.

His pure white clothes were stained by the holy blood, but he still clasped the Qingping Sword tightly in one hand, and his terrifying will to fight was still erupting.

The Four Swords of Zhu Xian automatically protect the Lord around the Tongtian Cult Leader.

"Everyone is an ancestor."

The trembling lips moved at this moment, and the old face of Tongtian Cult Leader slowly showed a smile.

"Master, I'm here, wuwu, I'm here, I'm here."

Ye Yang held Master Tongtian's hand hard. At this moment, Ye Yang only had Master Tongtian in his mind. No matter what his plans were, I only wanted Master Tongtian to live.

Sighing loudly, Ye Yang felt completely sad and burst into tears.

I could only hear the leader of Tongtian saying weakly:

"This saint is dead. His soul is burned out, but it can still be regarded as killing a saint. Unless the law of heaven returns to the ancient world, Zhunti cannot be resurrected. Even if he is resurrected in the future, he will leave scars, cough cough."

Another mouthful of holy blood was spat out, and Master Tongtian became even weaker:

"Human Ancestor, I have noticed the abnormality of Heaven's Dao a long time ago, but it is already too late. Now I am fighting back with my life. Although I am about to fall, ahem, it has also opened a glimmer of hope for Jiejiao."

Slowly looking at Ye Yang, grabbing Ye Yang's hand as hard as possible, the leader of Tongtian said tremblingly:

"Human Ancestor, promise me, protect the safety of the Jie Sect in the future, and don't interrupt my Taoist lineage."

The last two words seemed to be spoken with his life. Ye Yang cried sadly, holding the hand of the leader of Tongtian, nodding and saying:

"Leader, don't worry, you won't die. Don't worry, Jiejiao will not cut off its inheritance. From now on, Jiejiao will be the great religion of the human race. The human race will not be destroyed, and Jiejiao will not die. Leader, don't worry, woo woo ——.”

"Hahaha, hahahaha, cough, cough, cough, that makes me feel relieved."

Then he closed his eyes and his whole body softened.

"Master—"

Ye Yang hugged the Tongtian Cult Leader and burst into tears. After all, he was still a person and had feelings. Naturally, he could not be as ruthless as a saint.

"Tongtian, if you dare to kill my junior brother, I will kill you——"

At this moment, thirty-three days away, Jie Yin came to kill with hatred. Ye Yang slowly looked up, with a terrifying murderous look in his eyes.

"It's all you who caused the death of Master Tongtian. I want your life."

Suddenly he clawed at the Qingping Sword, but found that it was firmly held to death by the Tongtian Cult Leader. Looking at the Four Swords of Zhuxian aside, Ye Yang said fiercely:

"If you are willing to avenge Master Tongtian, then take action for me -"

Ye Yang roared violently, and in an instant, the four swords of Zhu Xian trembled, and then the sword energy exploded.

"Today, I, Ye Yang, in the name of Renzu, mobilized the Four Immortal Swords to kill the Saint——."