Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

The two great masters were excited, and the aftermath was everywhere. The creatures in the Asura world fled frantically, fearing that they would be annihilated.

Although the Styx Patriarch no longer had the two top-grade innate spiritual treasures, Yuantu and Abi, his strength was still the strongest among the saints.

The Asura giant continued to grow and condense, and in a moment, it was as big as the stars and the universe.

On Yang Jiao's side, the Xuantian Seven-Section Sword Formation also evolved to an extremely advanced level, and a formation spirit wearing a formation rune sword robe was born in the middle.

As soon as Yang Jiao moved his mind, the formation spirit moved with his mind and started to kill the Asura giant.

Buzz!

The seven swords shone brightly and flew into the body of the formation spirit, turning into the formation spirit's bones and muscles, and into the flesh and blood of the true spirit.

Visible to the naked eye, the formation spirit turned into a living being with flesh and blood and a real form.

This creature had white hair parted in the middle, a stunning face, and an extremely cold expression. He pointed a finger and sent out thousands of sword dragons.

The sword dragons flew across the sky and penetrated the Asura giant. In an instant, the Asura giant was riddled with holes by the sword dragons, and blood-colored light beams pierced through his body.

The Styx Patriarch had just shown his power, and the Blood Sea Formation was broken by the Xuantian Seven-Section Sword Formation.

Although they were both large formations, the Blood Sea Formation was just a joke and could not be compared with the Xuantian Seven-Section Sword Formation at all.

The Asura giant fell back, like thousands of small worlds falling, smashing the blood sea waves and mushroom clouds rising continuously.

No matter where the Styx Patriarch hid in time and space, or which parallel world, he could not escape the strangulation of the Xuantian Seven-Section Sword Formation.

On the twelfth-grade world-destroying red lotus, the lotus petals kept breaking, and even the defense of this treasure was almost penetrated.

Deep in the sea of ​​blood, in a cell more horrible than hell, Guang Chengzi was bound to a cross by the netherworld chains.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Emperor Shitian held the Shura Blood Whip, a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure, and whipped Guang Chengzi. Guang Chengzi was beaten to pieces, bleeding, and miserable.

However, it is hard to say whether Guang Chengzi is strong in other aspects, but he is really strong in character.

No matter how Emperor Shitian tortured him, he never said a word, even if he was burned by the red lotus karma, he had no intention of bowing his head.

"I let you take my magic weapon and let you bully others. Guang Chengzi, you never dreamed that you would fall into my hands, right?"

Emperor Shitian put away the Shura Blood Whip and asked coldly.

Guang Chengzi didn't even look at Emperor Shitian, as if the person being tortured was not him.

"Guangchengzi, you are very good! You, you, and you, pull out the intestines of this leader of the Chan Sect."

Pulling out the intestines is a punishment in the Eighteen Hells. Pulling out the intestines from the winding path is extremely painful.

Guangchengzi finally got a little scared when he heard that Emperor Shitian was going to pull out his intestines.

He could endure whipping, burning, and going down the mountain of knives, no matter how painful the punishments were. However, if he was pulled out of his intestines, how could he still have the face to be the leader of the Chan Sect.

"Emperor Shitian, I am a quasi-saint with great luck. You humiliate a person with great luck like this, aren't you afraid of the backlash of luck?"

Guangchengzi really couldn't imagine how the creatures in the heavens would look at him when they knew that he had been pulled out of his intestines.

After hearing Guangchengzi's words, Emperor Shitian laughed immediately.

"So, the honorable Guangchengzi Tianzun also has moments of fear. Don't worry, I was just joking with you just now. If I really want to pull out your intestines, I'm afraid that the Yuanshi Saint will do everything he can to avenge you, right?"

After seeing Guangchengzi's most embarrassing moment, Emperor Shitian left the cell contentedly.

He walked out of the cell and immediately called his men: "How is the battle between the ancestor and the enemy going?"

Without the cultivation of a quasi-saint, it is a very dangerous thing to watch the fight between the great supernatural powers. If you are not careful, you will be affected by the battle between the great supernatural powers and at least be seriously injured.

However, if you send your men to watch, you will not be in danger.

The men came to Emperor Shitian, not daring to look at Emperor Shitian's icy face, and lowered their heads and said: "Demon Lord, the battle situation is not very optimistic. According to the report from the people below, the people who came have broken the blood sea formation of the ancestor."

"What, even the blood sea formation was broken?"

Emperor Shitian's voice suddenly became louder, and he was very shocked.

Zheng!

In the sword light, the defenses of the 12th-grade Karma Fire Red Lotus and the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag were broken one after another, and the sword light strangled the body of the Styx Patriarch, annihilating his body.

The next moment, the Styx Patriarch was reborn from a blood god, but his breath was much weaker.

"Stop it!"

The Styx Patriarch stretched out a hand and called for a stop.

After fighting for so long, he finally understood that he was no match for Yang Jiao after losing the two treasures of Avici and Yuantu.

Without offensive magic weapons, his killing method could not exert its peak power. The 12th-grade Karma Fire Red Lotus and the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag had nothing to do with killing.

Yang Jiao also stopped when he saw that the Styx Patriarch was still useful, and the magic path needed the Styx Patriarch.

He put away the seven swords, stepped on the surging blood waves, and looked down at the Styx Patriarch with the attitude of a winner.

"Where is Guangchengzi?"

An unwilling look flashed across the eyes of the Styx Patriarch. He opened his mouth, wanting to refuse, but still couldn't say anything.

He waved his sleeves and said, "Come here, bring Guangchengzi out to the Patriarch!"

After a while, Guangchengzi came to Yang Jiao under the custody of two Asuras.

Seeing Yang Jiao, Guangchengzi suddenly felt ashamed and angry. On the way here, he kept wondering who would come to save him.

He thought about the elders, Zhenyuan Daxian and other Xuanmen supporters, but he didn't think about Yang Jiao.

He really didn't want to see Yang Jiao.

He was the leader of the Chan Sect, and Yang Jiao was the leader of the Jie Sect. The Chan Sect leader was captured, but it was the Jie Sect leader who came to save him.

If this spread, wouldn't it make people think that the Chan Sect was inferior to the Jie Sect?

"Uncle Guangchengzi, are you okay?"

Guangchengzi was just ashamed and angry, but Yang Jiao spoke. The word "Uncle" made Guangchengzi completely embarrassed.

The Styx Patriarch saw the discord between Yang Jiao and Guangchengzi, smiled slightly, and bowed to Yang Jiao.

"Daoyou Yang Jiao, in order to save the elders of the sect, he did not hesitate to step into the Netherworld Blood Sea, which makes me, the ancestor, admire him very much!"

Guangchengzi couldn't hold his face anymore when he heard it. He wished he could go back to the cell and be locked up.

Yang Jiao didn't seem to hear the provocation in the words of the Styx Patriarch. He nodded and said, "I'm sorry to make you laugh. I offended you in order to rescue Uncle Guangchengzi. Please forgive me."

"Of course."

The smile on the face of the Styx Patriarch paused, but soon returned to normal.

Swish!

With a roll of divine light, Yang Jiao left the sea of ​​blood with the wounded Guangchengzi.

The Styx Patriarch watched Yang Jiao and the others leave, and the murderous intent in his eyes rose steadily.

"I will remember this account. Yang Jiao, when I refine the treasure, I will definitely let you see my methods."