Chapter 17 The battle is over
Not only the Ancestor Qiankun, but the Ancestor of the Five Elements also let out a scream at the same time. A bit of his true spirit escaped into the underworld under the cover of his own cultivation. The three innate five-sided flags and the Tai Chi diagram flew around and were caught by Hongjun who was well prepared. However, the mysterious treasure tree was not so lucky. It had been broken out of thin air long ago. The boundless five elements essence filled the air, but it was swallowed up by these evil spirits. A top-grade innate spiritual root was wasted in vain.

In this huge explosion, the four ancestors can only rely on themselves to resist. Those who cannot resist will only die.

Immortal Yangmei was no exception at this moment, but his cultivation was obviously more advanced. Even if he did not use human protection gods, it was enough to protect his own safety. He even had the opportunity to admire the mysterious treasure tree.

"What a pity that old friend Five Elements passed away and even his original body was not spared." He raised his eyebrows and sighed.

Hongjun's face looked normal. If Yangmei didn't need any treasures, then he was at the other extreme, having too many treasures.

The twelve-grade golden lotus of merit under his feet emitted golden light of merit despite the boundless explosion and evil spirit. The jade disc of creation on his head was taken back by Hongjun, and replaced by a picture depicting all the scenery of the prehistoric world. It was the picture of mountains, rivers and the country that lured the ancestor of Qiankun to come.

No matter what kind of evil spirit erupts, it will be completely sucked into the picture the moment it approaches it, and transformed into boundless scenery again, which in turn increases the power of the Picture of Mountains, Rivers and the State.

A khaki flag flew out, and with a slight shake, thousands of golden lotuses appeared. Each golden lotus was heavier than tens of millions of continents. With a slight pressure, the evil spirit was like a dragon entering a shallow beach, unable to roll over anymore.

Looking at the shattered Zhuxian Sword Formation, Hongjun's expression remained unchanged: "Luo Hou, why do you have to act like this? I know it's not that easy for you to die, and it's impossible for you to die that easily. Zhuxian Sword Formation is your future spiritual weapon. If it breaks so easily, I will be very disappointed in you."

The dark evil spirit wrapped in blood-red murderous aura spread over every corner of the entire West. From time to time, the wailing of one or two innate saints who had not yet been born could be heard. It was unknown how many innate saints who would shine in the future had died, and finally the Heavenly Dao was alarmed.

A huge divine eye was born, staring at Xifang who was close to death. Even though the way of heaven was ruthless and selfless, it couldn't help but feel angry instinctively.

But the East and the West are connected, and the West's near death has also implicated the East. The entire Eastern continent has begun to lose its origin, just like water flows to lower places. The West has now fallen into a trough, so the East's origin will naturally flow into the West. But the West is now a bottomless pit, and even if more origin flows in, it will be useless. Unless this dilapidated hole is repaired, the only way is to abandon the West and save the East.

If the East were to be destroyed as the West was, there would be no way out for the entire world.

Countless black clouds gathered over this evil spirit, and tens of millions of destructive thunders began to spread, but they were slow to strike down. The West could no longer withstand any more waves. If the Heavenly Dao insisted on giving up the punishment, then it would push the West into a dead end.

Until finally, these black clouds have begun to gradually dissipate. The way of heaven is ruthless and only has the instinct to protect the primitive world. Since the divine punishment will destroy the West, they will naturally disperse.

A mysterious wave of movement was emitted in the hearts of Yang Mei and Hong Jun. This was the decree from Heaven: "Kill Luo Hou! Protect the West! The position of the Great Saint!"

The meaning of the Heavenly Dao is very clear. What Luohu did has touched the bottom line of the Heavenly Dao. Naturally, the Heavenly Dao will no longer tolerate him to live. Whoever can kill Luohu and protect the West can become a saint in the prehistoric world, comparable to the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian in the prehistoric world. It will be of infinite use in comprehending the laws of the great Dao and will not interfere with future practice. It can be called the number one treasure in the prehistoric world.

Hongjun finally waited for this opportunity, and after sighing, Yangmei returned to his mysterious expression, and it was unclear whether he wanted to become a saint.

Hearing Hongjun's words, the four swords of Zhuxian that had been shattered began to condense immediately, and finally returned with the Zhuxian formation diagram. The speed was so fast that even Hongjun couldn't react. Hongjun thought thoughtfully: "So that's how it is. The evil spirit is not destroyed, and the sword formation is not broken. Even if the evil spirit dissipates temporarily, as long as there is enough time, the Zhuxian sword formation can still return. What a wonderful idea."

Luohou was resurrected again with the return of the Zhuxian Sword Formation. He still had that gloomy expression, and the tip of the God-killing Spear in his hand was shining with black light. Two true spirits were being continuously devoured by the God-killing Spear. They were actually the Ancestor of Qiankun and the Ancestor of the Five Elements.

"Hongjun, raise your eyebrows! This Immortal Execution Sword Formation of mine is an innate treasure that I obtained by sacrificing the blood of the entire West. Now that it has been completed, it must be broken by the Four Saints. I want to see how you two can break my sword formation!"

Seeing this, Hongjun raised his eyebrows slightly and did not comment, but the three of them knew that the hatred between them had already reached a deep point, and no matter how much nonsense they said, it would be useless. They immediately pushed up the Taoist crown on their heads, and three streams of light flew out, transforming into three Taoists with different appearances.

One of the Taoists, who had good intentions, had four innate five-sided flags on his head and a palace lantern in his hand. He didn't say much, but just bowed to the two of them. The golden lotus under his feet emitted a thousand-fold golden light of merit, which forced back countless evil spirits and brought him to the Xianjian Sword.

Seeing this, he raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly, knowing that there was nothing for him to do, and then slowly retreated, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye: "Old friend Hongjun, since you have made up your mind, there is no need for me to disturb you."

Hongjun nodded slightly, and then the Taoist with malicious look on his face picked up Hongjun's Pangu Banner and waved it towards the sea of ​​evil spirit. The chaotic sword energy was like a sharp sword breaking through silk, and immediately opened a passage for the Taoist, allowing him to come to the Juexian Sword.

As for the last Taoist, he was neither good nor evil, with brows lowered. He waved the Tai Chi diagram in his hand, and a golden bridge brought him to the Sword of Immortal Slaughter, and he gently stroked the sword of killing.

Luo Hou was incredulous when he saw this: "Is this a clone?! Impossible, a clone can't be so powerful! Otherwise, I would have killed Baihu long ago!"

Hongjun chanted softly: "If you keep your mind focused, don't allow the three corpses to stay. If you live among the common people, it's okay to have gray hair.

Good and evil obsessions are all obstacles, cut them out one by one to gain self."

Every time Hongjun recited a sentence, he took a step forward and then grabbed the Zhuxian Sword. As he moved, the other three Taoists all grasped the killing swords in front of them, and the sword formation was broken.

Luo Hou knew that the situation was hopeless, and he sat down on the twelfth-grade black lotus of destruction, feeling disheartened. Finally, he roared, "The Great Dao is above, and it is so easy for cultivators in the world to practice. I am willing to transform myself into the demon world. Whenever a cultivator succeeds, a demon will descend from the sky to ruin the cultivation of the evildoers and test all living beings!"

After hearing this, Hongjun was planning to do something, but Luohou disappeared without a trace in an instant. The Great Dao was so wonderful that it actually agreed to Luohou's oath, and all his treasures also disappeared without a trace.

Hongjun could only sigh and say, "From now on, the cultivation of sentient beings in the world will be subject to countless more tribulations. That's all."

(End of this chapter)