Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

But resurrection still requires a huge price.

Now Nuwa only has the peak quasi-sage strength left.

It will take at least tens of thousands of years to return to the realm of a saint.

It's not the worst.

Every time he is resurrected, the saint will be assimilated by the way of heaven.

When it is completely assimilated, it will become a puppet of heaven.

This is one of the disadvantages of the saint.

This kind of assimilation will be carried out in an imperceptible way, which can be described as hard to guard against.

"As expected of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, its power is indeed powerful."

"Nuwa has been dealt with, it's time to visit the Supreme Master."

Hong Yun re-entered the void and rushed towards the Demon Court.

At this time, the wilderness was dead and silent.

The endless sky turned blood-colored.

The bloody thunder raged wildly.

The next moment, the blood rained pouring down, and there were bursts of mourning and joy.

The saint has fallen.

Although it has not really fallen, it has indeed fallen.

Countless creatures were prostrate on the ground, trembling.

The violent heavenly power shattered the hearts of countless souls, causing them to go berserk.

Kunlun Mountains.

Jade Palace.

"Nu Wa was actually killed by Hong Yun."

"The Zhuxian Sword Formation is indestructible without the Four Saints, so it's a bit tricky."

Yuan Shi's face was gloomy, and his lungs were about to explode.

The Immortal Execution Sword Formation, such a treasure, was actually obtained by the unlucky Hong Yun.

This is really too great a threat to his teaching.

"There is still Zhunti to guide you, these two rascals, they have reached the middle stage of saints."

"The way of heaven is not fair, why can't I enter the mid-sage stage at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty?"

Yuan Shi yelled and cursed, without a trace of saintliness.

He respects courtesy, is arrogant by nature, and boasts that no one can compare to him.

But now he was picked up and surpassed by Zhunti, feeling resentful in his heart.

envy, jealousy, hate!

"When I have a chance, I will definitely snatch the Zhuxian Sword Formation."

Yuan Shi vented his anger for a while, and then fell into practice.

Golden Turtle Island.

Biyou Palace.

Tong Tian waved the three-foot green blade, and the sword light burst out.

"How does this Immortal Execution Sword Formation have a predestined relationship with me?"

Tong Tian muttered to himself, unable to understand it.

Not long ago, he was beaten up by the void dragon Chen Beixuan.

Tongtian felt deep despair in front of Chen Beixuan.

He didn't expect that there was such great power in the prehistoric world.

power, strength.

Tong Tian instantly sensed his own weakness.

Zhuxian Sword Formation turned out, so he found a chance.

If one obtains such a divine sword, the law of the sword that reaches the sky will surely advance by leaps and bounds.

Originally, Tongtian wanted to make a move and snatched Hongyun's Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Anyway, there is no balance between evil and magic.

Doing so can be regarded as exorcising demons and defending the way.

Reluctantly, Hong Yun beheaded Nuwa directly with the momentum of thunder.

This made Tongtian have to think twice.

When Jiejiao Wanxian came to court, there were many great talents who coveted Jiejiao.

Among them, the two saints of the West are included.

"Damn it, these two rascals are actually one step ahead of me, entering the mid-sage stage."

"If I knew it earlier, I should have found an opportunity to kill it early and bring it forward."

Tong Tian gripped the long sword tightly, and the veins in his hand popped out.

The prehistoric situation is getting more and more complicated.

33 Chongtian.

"Hong Yun, come to pay homage to Your Highness."

"Also ask the lord to clear up my doubts for me."