Chapter 108 Absorbing the Power of Zixiao Palace

A few days of rapid flight.

Zhongshan is getting closer and closer to Zixiao Palace.

"This big array is too sad. How long has it been? There is no life all the way?" Huanji said with a strange look on her face.

"Slow down a little!" Zhong Shan suddenly said.

"Slow down? It's coming soon. Aren't you going to speed up at this time?" Huanji didn't understand.

Zhong Shan shook his head and said, "Is the Zixiao Palace still in place? This formation can't persecute the saint. Why don't the saint take the Zixiao Palace?

Huanji is also a little bit transparent.

"You mean, there is danger ahead?" Huan Ji asked.

"We are too fast these days. Let me calm down a little and adjust my state before welcoming Zixiao Palace!" Zhongshan solemnly said.

"Hmm!" Huanji nodded.

Huanji still understands the truth that we should not fight. Since there is danger ahead, even the smallest danger should be treated with caution.

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At the Zixiao Palace.

The sage hides in the corner. Looking at the outside world, this big array is so bold that the saint of the church is also willing to dormant at this moment.

If something abnormal happens, it is a demon, which can no longer be described as abnormal.

The ancestors and immortals have lost their minds, and the saints can't mobilize the road. What a big array is this? Who can pay such a big price?

Shanzu Xian alone, sixty-two died under the eyelids of the saint, sixty-two, just a few days? Sixty-two ancestors, if they fight against the saints with all their strength, if neither side avoids the war, even the saints can only lose their share.

But as soon as the large array came out, the conspirator did not come out, and sixty-two ancestral immortals were killed? Of course, it must be more than that. There are still many places in Nanzhanbuzhou. At least all the way, what you see in the sky is killing. Now that the holy knowledge is covered, there is no living life.

The saint stared at it attentively. At this time, even with the saint's ability, he did not dare to come out of this bird. Of course, this is also related to the character of the sky. Life comes first.

Outside the Zixiao Palace, there are more than a dozen ancient immortals fighting with each other.

Just then, the sage finally saw what he wanted.

The color is empty!

The descendants of the original Confucius, Nanzhanbuzhou, reunited with Confucian disciples. Sekong is also a figure with a face in the eyes of many people, but all of this can't reach the vision of the sky at all.

At the same level with Confucius in those years, do you still need to pay attention to the descendants of many generations of Confucius? What's more, he was also a low-key person in those years. Mitian has heard of reuniting Confucianism, but in Mitian's view, once Confucius dies, Confucianism is just a historical name, and it can't become a climate at all.

Therefore, the sky does not know the color and the sky. Seeing that he was rational and sober and his cultivation was weak, he thought in a blink of an eye that he might be a subordinate of the array. What is he doing now?

Sekong stood not far from Zixiao Palace, looking up at the huge virtual shadow of Zixiao Palace, with a trembling excitement in his eyes.

"God lives up to me, Zixiao Palace!" The color was extremely excited.

"Wow!" A figure flew by, and a strong man flew to the coloring sky.

That's an ancient fairy who lost his mind. In the face of this ancient fairy, Sekong naturally did not want to fight with him, but quickly dodged.

The ancient fairy 'see' Sekong no longer robbed the Zixiao Palace, but also went back and ran to the Zixiao Palace.

"Boom!"

The white lotus below suddenly emitted a powerful righteousness. He rushed the ancient fairy away.

"Hao Ran Zheng Qi? The ancestral version of "Spring and Autumn Book"!" The empty face suddenly showed ecstasy.

In the ancestral version of the "Spring and Autumn Book", the color sky devoured the last trace of Confucius's divine thought, which naturally consumed the memory of Confucius. The Spring and Autumn Book is the magic weapon of Confucius. How can the color sky not know it? Even..................

"Hahahaha!" Sekong laughed excitedly.

At this moment, it was like the blessing of heaven, and the character broke out, and he was very excited in ecstasy.

In front of flying, the color sky no longer hides from more than a dozen ancient immortals.

Sure enough, in an flash, five ancient immortals suddenly rushed forward.

It was cold in the empty eyes. As soon as I grabbed it, a triangular black flag suddenly appeared in my hand. Above the black flag, there were a large number of golden lines, and it swallowed a strong gray gas. The gray gas is tizzling, and the interior seems to have a trace of gray sword spirit shining.

Five ancient immortals flew over, and the color sky grabbed the black flag and brushed the five ancient immortals.

"Wow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

In the black flag, dozens of gray sword spirit suddenly appeared. As soon as the sword spirit came out, it rushed into the bodies of the five ancient immortals.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Five ancient immortals exploded. The powerful sword spirit is too domineering. It doesn't give the five ancient immortals a chance to fight back at all.

In the far corner, the sage narrowed his eyes: "Chaotic sword spirit? Yuan Shifan? Why is Yuanshi's stuff in his hand?

The sage became more and more invisible to the color and emptiness in front of him.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Another brush, and hundreds of chaotic sword spirit shot out of the Yuanshi flag, blowing up the rest of the ancient immortals.

The magic weapon is too powerful, Yuanshifan, the magic weapon of the previous sage Yuanshi Tianzun, and the saint's magic weapon to deal with the ancient immortals. It's simply unfavorable.

When the sage was surprised, another scene deeply shocked the sage.

I saw that the empty palm of my hand turned over, and a pure and incredible righteousness sprayed out of the palm of my hand.

Haoran Zhengqi? How can this magnificent righteousness be so pure? Is it comparable to Confucius? Is there such a descendant of Confucianism?

At the time of an accident, Haoran's righteousness suddenly hit the white lotus.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

There was a loud noise in the white lotus, as if there was a huge explosion inside, and the powerful white lotus array exploded. Then, in the white light, a volume of "Spring and Autumn Book" flew to the sky and flew to the palm of the sky.

"How can it be? Isn't this Confucius' ancestral edition of the Spring and Autumn Book? How can it be so easy to surrender? It's like seeing the master. Why is it like this? The sage doesn't understand.

It's too evil.

What is the origin of this person? It has the Yuanshi Banner, the magic weapon of the saint.

Not to mention, Confucius' magic weapon seems to see his master, turning over and completely subdued it? It's impossible for me to do this. Every saint's magic weapon has its own mark. Except for myself, it is difficult for others to sacrifice.

The scene just now completely subverted the cognition of the sky.

Let the sky, who was originally ready to come out to seize the Zixiao Palace, have another hesitation and a time of caution. Who is this guy? How can you surrender to the Spring and Autumn Book?

The next action of the color sky confirms this again.

Turn over and put away the Yuanshi Banner, and the color sky grabbed the spring and autumn book and brushed it against the sky.

It's so perfect, as if this magic weapon was originally refined by him. A white light came out of the spring and autumn book and scattered the shadow of the Purple Sky Palace in the sky.

The color sky probe grabbed the Zixiao Palace into the palm of his hand.

Buy Zixiao Palace.

Mi Tian pinched his fist, but in the end he restrained himself and stared at him.

Because Mitian is not worried that the Zixiao Palace will be refined by this color.

The sky can see clearly that the ancient immortals and ancient immortals can't break the seal left by Hongjun at all. Even if you want to extract the power in this small ball, you have to waste a lot of effort.

This little ancient fairy can't succeed.

However, the change of the next moment made the church saints have a sense of horror.

The empty head suddenly shook, and the empty head slowly changed from the original person's head to an extremely disgusting cricket head.

The cricket's head?

The sage's eyes burst out, and he couldn't breathe.

"Hongjun? Is he Hongjun? The sage roared in his heart.

Fear, the heart of the sage is full of fear. Is he Hongjun?

Seeing Hongjun, Mi Tian's first thought was not that he was just an ancient immortal, but the deep fear of his soul and the fear of Hongjun's power.

All the strong people in the world know that Hongjun is the first cricket in heaven and earth. He was born from the earth dragon vein, also known as the earth dragon. At that time, he was the only cricket in the world. It was not until the fall of Hongjun that Hongjun paid a lot of money to transform the clan, just like the ancestor of the Styx River created the Shura clan, and Hongjun also created the cricket clan.

Hongjun died, and countless strong people once paid a lot of money to kill the crickets, but they are always endless and endless. Later, there was even a legend that Hongjun would return, and the crickets were his backhand.

For hundreds of thousands of years, people have found that crickets can't cultivate into essence at all. But all the strong people are staring at it, because the strong people believe that once Chengjing appears, it should be Hongjun.

The cricket's head? A refined cricket? The sky suddenly showed a frightening feeling.

Sure enough, the cricket suddenly opened its ugly mouth and sucked at the ball.

"Wow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

In the small ball, the surging purple energy suddenly came out and rushed into the mouth of the cricket.

"Is he absorbing Hongjun's power? Is he going to recover from that year? The sage roared in his heart.

In the distance, the color sky is completely shrouded in a purple halo, and energy and endless energy quickly rush into the color sky. For a while, the color and air cultivation rose rapidly.

"It's really the power of Hongjun, what a surging power!" While sucking, he said excitedly.

qu shan, Sure enough, this ability of��shan�� is the key to absorb the energy of Zixiao Palace.

"I want to become Hongjun, I want to become Hongjun, absorb this power, and I will have Hongjun power in the future!" She roared excitedly in his heart.

For a moment, the powerful power around him rushed to the sky, and the yellow clouds above were suddenly filled with vast purple clouds. The thunder and lightning shone in the purple clouds, showing the infinite power of the Purple Sky Palace.

At this moment, even the holy man is in the sky, and he dares not touch the sky. In my mind, my mind is full of Hongjun now. If the person in front of him is Hongjun, the sky dares not imagine. In the midday subconscious, Hongjun is invincible. Even if he is only an ancient immortal now, with two saints's magic weapons and Zixiao Palace, he is not his own enemy.

not far away.

"Zhong Shan, look, that day!" Huanji, who was not far away from each other, saw the natural changes in Zixiao Palace.

: The first day of this month, please! RO

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