The flood has been going on for millions of years.

In a million years, seven saints were born in this world.

One of them is the Lord of the Lord.

Two for the girls.

Later, the three saints of the East, and finally, the two saints of the West.

But even so, no one dares to take the road of hard evidence, because this road is too terrible.

Because of the testimony of force, no one dares to try except the great god of Pangu, who has opened the heavens.

Not wanting to go, but not being able to.

The strength of the proof can be said to be above the saints, which is equivalent to the communion!

And the existence of the communion, which is the heaven allowed to exist?

Therefore, there is such a saying; those who are able to bear witness, the ten dead have no life!

The difficulty is already suicide.

But now...

He succeeded.

The only one who has to prove the way is that the Pangu saints of that year have not succeeded in this road, and finally some people have succeeded.

The world is silent, and no one dares to speak.

Even the saints were quiet.

But at the end of the day, the saint is still out.

Ten thousand acres of light appeared, except for the woman, all the saints appeared in the flood of the mainland, they looked at the man, slightly bowed their heads.

“Create, my friend, for the position of the Holy Spirit!”

Laozi, primitive, all day, Bodhi, quasi-lift, down as much as possible.

They have too much in their hearts.

Why, this man can prove it.

Why, this person does not need to be purified.

But it is undeniable that even the so-called saints in the world are seeing this person, even if they ask, they dare not ask!

The guard looked at the saints calmly.

This group of people, the future or their own friends, or their own enemies...

But now...

He didn’t pay attention to them.

Instead, he looked at the flood-drenched continent and looked directly at the land of the Feng people, and then, step out, the people had already appeared on the Feng Square.

The faces of the saints are red.

When were they saints so far away?

The heart was suddenly angry, but when he saw Wei Ziqing appeared in the land of the Feng people, his heart was also somewhat surprised, and then he looked there!

“Holy... the Saints...”

The appearance of Wei Ziqing here suddenly made the faces of the three ethnic groups very shocked.

One by one, there is a bad feeling to happen.

Wei Ziqing did not look at them, but looked at the red lotus in the hands of Longzu, and her soul had fallen asleep.

Life is in the dark.

He did not speak, and walked slowly toward the Red Lotus.

Heart, in the blood!

In desperation!

He had seen the scene before, but he had to endure it!

He hates himself.

Even if you come to the saint, you dare not change anything.

The dragon was horrified...

What will this saint do?Why come to yourself...

He hurriedly retreated, and the soul in his hand fell, but did not fall, but fell directly into the bosom of Wei Ziqing.

His eyes are soft.

With regret, with guilt...

Gently stroked the cheek of the unconscious soul: “Let you suffer...”

Hm!

As soon as this came out, looking at the scene in front of him, the old ancestors of the three clans of Longfeng Kirin changed their faces, and cold sweats flowed from their cheeks.

“Wislowness...Wang Ziqing...Hung Meng... Qinglian... Holy Emperor...”

They recognized it.

Although the appearance has changed, but at this moment, they finally recognized it.

Just just now, the memory of the memory, this red lotus master, is not exactly him?

“Holy... Holy Spirit, I... we...”

They are terrified.

Knowing what caused them to cause, I wanted to explain, but at this time, Wei Zi Qing opened his mouth lightly, and his eyes were always on the soul of Red Lotus: "So, she is innocent, isn't she?"

The three dragons are silent.

There was more cold sweat on their faces.

“You seem to have nothing to say...”

He said, “If that’s the case, then it’s time to pay the price!”

“Not good!”

The dragon reacted first.

It was crazy, but at this time, his body stiffened.

Immediately ...

Bang!

His whole body turned into a blood fog.

The soul is completely broken, not even a trace, never exists!

They don’t even know how they did it.

“The saints are forgiving!”

“Saint, this is a mistake I’ve been waiting for, I’m waiting...”

Bang!

Another explosion.

The Qi Lin ancestor in the forgiveness of the ancestors stepped into the end of the dragon ancestor...

But this is just the beginning...

Soon, on the whole square, countless constant bursts of explosions came, and the entire Feng ethnic square fell into a sea of blood.

Two others stood...

It's a day!

Second, the pussom!

Bang!

The two of them could not stand, and they sat on the ground!

They looked at this scene in horror, and in front of their eyes, the man holding the body of the Red Lotus soul stood there so calmly.

But it seems to be a demon, so that they can't even look at it!

Phoebe is desperate!

She knows why she is still alive.

She struggled to get up, and then knelt down: "The fire of the Holy Emperor, the sin of my three families, should bear, the phoenix should fall, but this matter, and my Feng descendants have nothing to do with, please have mercy on the Holy Emperor, let them have a way of life!"

By the time the identity of the Holy Spirit was clear, everything was known.

At this moment above the square, the strong people of the three groups of Longfeng Kirin are here, but now, Jinxian, Da Luo, and quasi-sacred all fall.

The three of them were completely weakened.

But she is not willing, she still hopes, can give the Feng people a line of life...

However, she was disappointed!

The chick didn’t answer her...

He looked at the soul of the Red Lotus.

Feng Zu began to be uneasy.

Looking at the sky, looking at the five saints: "pray for the saint's mercy, to ensure that my family of Fengs is immortal, that's all, read to my Feng family, but also this Hongran, a member of this flood, I'm a member of the Feng family, willing to trend for it!"

Prerequisites.

The West has just been established, although the three families of Longfeng Kirin have decayed and withdrawn from the historical stage of the wilderness, but if they can enter the West, this will definitely make the West more rapid development.

So, let’s stand out.

Not only him, even the East three also want to open their mouths, why was he a step ahead,

"The Tao friend is angry, this matter is the sin of the three families of Long Fengqilin, the crime is due, but its sin should not..."

Brush!

The words of the will did not finish, and the guard had raised his head sharply,

Momently!

Suddenly a huge sword in the sky.

The sword!

Let’s face change dramatically.

In an instant, the sword fell.

Blood, out of here!

The arm of the quasi-lift, Ziegan and broken...

Falling on a deserted continent and turning into an endless mountain...

“The next sword, the saint!”

He spoke lightly.

The face is pale, the pupil is open, cold sweat, and the flow...

Not only him, but also several saints.

Terrifying!

They are saints!

But just now, he...

How is that possible!

At this moment, even the saint did not dare to look directly at the guard, that is, the hand was cut off, and could only cover the wound, tremble, and dare not make a sound.

This is the power of the Holy Spirit!