In the formation of Ten Thousand Immortals, the immortals were striking and looked at each other in shock.

Although the sword shadows in the sky are not targeting them, you can feel a sense of doomsday in the world when you are in the formation of Ten Thousand Immortals.

The immortals did not deny that if the sword shadows fell in the sky, they would not even have a trace of life. Don’t talk about souls, don’t talk about being on the list and becoming a god, let alone reincarnation. As long as the Zhuxian Sword Formation fell, everyone would scatter their souls and completely disappear, and would no longer exist.

Yuanshi Tianzun crawled on the ground, still grasping the Pangu Banner with one hand, and sword shadows shot on him, piercing through his Yang God.

Then came Laozi, who sacrificed the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda of Heaven and Earth above my head. This pagoda is said to be invincible once sacrificed.

I have this pagoda, and among the six great saints, there is no doubt that it is the first.

At this time, the pagoda trembled, and countless golden lights enveloped me. Countless sword shadows fell on the pagoda and made a "ding-ding-dang-dang" sound, and then shot out.

My face was pale and there was no slight pride in my expression. Although the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda of Heaven and Earth was resisting the Zhuxian Sword Formation, cracks began to appear on the pagoda and could not last long.

At the end was the Taoist of Jie Yin. Originally, he fought fiercely with Nuwa, but when Zishou unfolded the Zhuxian Sword Formation, he also attacked Zishou at the same time as Laozi. At this time, three relics rose above his head, and nine-grade merit golden lotus rose under his feet, barely resisting sword shadows.

The relics trembled, and there were already dense spider-web-like cracks. The rotation speed of the ninth-grade merit golden lotus slowed down, and cracks were also appearing.

Taoist Jie Yin was complaining in his stomach, wishing he had never appeared in the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation. He wanted to escape, but he could not escape the scope of the sword formation.

The leader of Tongtian watched from a distance and thought to himself: This Zhuxian Formation is so powerful. Even the Zhuxian Formation I set up is not as good as it is, right? If I were in it, how should I escape?

At this time, what he thought was not how to resist, but how to escape.

After watching for a while, the Tongtian Sect Master looked tragic. He thought that although his cultivation level was higher than Yuanshi, he was not as good as the eldest brother. Even I could not escape. If he was in the sword formation, he would probably not be spared.

Zishou slowly walked past Yuanshi Tianzun, without looking at his face, he looked for someone in the array, as if he wanted to look at that person more before the emotions completely disappeared: "I am afraid that there are only two people in this world who deserve nostalgia. Chanyu is dead, where is she?"

His eyes gradually moved to a person in the formation, and Nuwa was also looking at him.

The eyes are connected, but it seems like a thousand years have passed.

Zishou knew that perhaps when the power blessed by the system ended, he would never be able to see Nuwa again. Not to mention thousands of years or ten thousand years, even billions of years, the endless Yuanhui would never be able to see each other again.

Thinking of this, the pain and despair in my heart lasted for a while, and this emotion slowly disappeared.

Nuwa looked at him, and when she saw the despair flashing in his eyes, she knew in her heart that the huge price that she might suffer after using this sword formation.

She thought that she had accepted the Holy Pill of the Death, and even if she survived this time, she would not have lived much time, but she felt at ease.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The other immortals in the formation looked horrified and thoughts were different.

Fairy Yunxiao saw that Zihu held the sword cloud with his hand, and the three saints all crawled in front of him, and couldn't help but stare blankly. The shadow of Zihu in his heart completely replaced the figure of the Tongtian Sect Master.

Yuanshi Tianzun's body was about to be covered by the sword shadow. He screamed shrillly, feeling that the soul seemed to be about to be torn apart, and this pain exceeded everything.

"Tap, tap."

At this moment, Hongjun took two steps forward and said, "Di Xin, show mercy!"

Zishou seemed to have not heard of it, looked indifferent, and continued to walk forward, and the speed of the sword rain falling behind him became faster.

Pingxin sneered slightly: "Hongjun, have you regretted it? Do you want to do it?" She took a step and blocked Hongjun's side.

Hongjun sighed heavily and said, "Di Xin, spare them!"

Zishou had no expression on his face, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, but was immediately covered up by indifference.

If you spare them, who will spare me? After all, it will be a death, so let these saints be buried with me!

The lead cloud flipped, resounding through the sky, and the sword shadows were densely packed, as if they were falling endlessly.

Hongjun frowned, sighed, and said, "What can I do? What can I do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, something shot out silently, but it was the bamboo stick in Hongjun's hand. He threw the bamboo stick out without any strength, and could blow it down with just a gust of wind. However, everyone knew that this must be Hongjun's fatal killing move.

Ping Xin had been on guard against Hongjun's sudden move, and focused on Hongjun's movements. Suddenly, a bamboo stick flew out, and Hongjun was known to have taken action.

She quickly stepped forward, and in her right hand, she actually pulled out the Qingping Sword from the waist of the leader of Tongtian Sect, and slashed out the Qingping Sword with force!

The Qingping sword touched the bamboo stick, and with a trembling sound, he cut the bamboo stick into two pieces.

However, Hongjun's throw is not that simple. The saint's rules contained in the bamboo stick cannot be cut by a sword. The bamboo stick was cut off, but the upper half was still in remnant and shot towards Zishou's vest!

Ping Xin looked horrified and wanted to grab half of the bamboo stick. The bamboo stick had shot into the range of the Zhuxian Sword Formation. One step closer, even he would be attacked by the sword formation.

At this moment, a red light flashed, but Nuwa rushed behind Zishou. She reached out to grab half of the bamboo stick. However, with a pounce, the bamboo stick directly penetrated Nuwa's chest and inserted it into her heart.

Nuwa's body trembled and shedded, her face suddenly lost its blood color, her upper body trembled slightly, and her body shook twice before she could barely stand firm.

Zishou turned around and hugged Nuwa in his arms. Seeing a bamboo stick in her chest, blood gushed out. A sad look suddenly appeared on his face, but then he covered this expression and became extremely indifferent.

Nuwa sighed softly: "How long will we have?"

Zishou knew what this sentence meant, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and said softly: "Do you want to die with me?"

Nuwa was kissed on the cheek by him, and a faint blush suddenly surged from her bloodless face, and she said, "I...you..." She couldn't breathe in her chest and coughed twice.

The attack of the Taoist Ancestor is extremely powerful.

"Let Yuanshi go, in exchange, Daozu...he will save you..." Nuwa said with her hands wrapped around his neck.

Zishou suddenly hugged her and flew upwards, with anger on his face and sternly said: "If it weren't for you, what else would you do in this world?"

He looked down at the direction of Kunlun Mountain. He reached out and grabbed it slowly. Countless lead clouds enveloped Kunlun Mountain, and dense sword shadows appeared.
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