Fellow Cunti smiled slightly and closed his sleeves.

Of course, he took action not only to break this mere infinite array. At this time, there were three thousand Red Dust Guests in his sleeves.

Of course, most of them are disciples of the Jie Sect.

Of course, there are also people who were caught wrongly caught.

"snort!"

After a cold snorting, the leader of the Shang Puritans stopped talking.

"At this time, it's almost time."

Taoist Zhunti didn't care about Taoist Shangqing, and smiled softly and said:

"Friends, let's go."

“It’s time indeed.”

Above the thirty-three heavens, the chaotic air flow was floating, and the three Taoists walked out together. In an instant, they had already crossed the void that ordinary Daluo Immortal could not cross for thousands of years.

Come to the vast land.

At first glance, the three Taoists, one is old, the other is middle-aged, and one is young.

At first glance, it seems that the original old age becomes a young man, and middle-aged turns into old age, and young man is middle-aged again.

The three are not one, but the three have three sides, each of which is the Three Pure Ones.

"We will meet with Master, two uncles, and the Saint of Cunti!"

The disciples of the two sects of Chanjie fell to the ground one after another. Even the second generation disciples such as Sanxiao and Huanglong dared not disrespect at all.

He didn't even dare to raise his head.

Only at this time, Yang An and other Xiqi masters on the edge of the Tianqi Mountain battlefield saw the figures of the three Taoists with a shocking glance.

With just a glance, many masters were stunned on the spot.

That is the balance between sacred and ordinary, the manifestation of the great way in the heavens, even if the source of the Tao is the Tao itself.

Just looking at it, it seems that it is far beyond the Master of Fist who is still colliding with Ye Fan in time and space at this time.

"saint"

Yang An lowered his eyes and did not look again.

Among ordinary people, all the talents and virtues are called saints.

He does not respect morality, character, saints, but fears power. There is no doubt that the saints in this world, whether it is the Tao or other, are the ceiling of power in this world.

The most powerful existence in this world cannot be disrespectful.

"The result is the decline of luck."

The real man Yuqing glanced at the location of the Da Shang business and snorted coldly.

They shouldn't have taken action at this time, but the fortune of Da Shang was completely corrupted by the tyrant.

In this world, humans and heavenly beings intersect, and the fluctuations of humanity represent the shift of the great trend of the heavenly beings. Therefore, they had to take action.

"This disaster has come to this point, but it is not considered the past."

Taiqing Zhenren asked all the disciples to stand up and said calmly:

"You need to save yourself the disaster, so you should do it yourself."

"yes."

Many disciples responded respectfully.

The saint of Shangqing glanced at Sanxiao and only said one thing to do.

After saying that, the three of them floated away without looking at the disciples, and they cared more about the Xiqi soldiers who were enemies of them.

Taoist Zhunti held the Seven Treasures Tree, looked at the disciples of the two sects with a little regret, shook his head, and followed the three of them.

But the three of them were heading towards Xiqi.

"Is the time finally here?"

Seeing the four saints heading towards Xiqi, Yang An murmured to himself, as if he knew that the final battle would break out.

"It's time to end the battle in Tianqi Mountain"

Gong Yang Yu wore a armor and held the sharp edge, looking at the disciples of the three religions with cold eyes, and murderous intent emerged.

"kill!"

Yang An withdrew his eyes from afar, then closed it and opened it suddenly, and the divine light was burning:

"kill!!!"

"kill!!"

The disciples of the Analects and Western sects all roared for it, and their murderous intent was boiling.
Chapter completed!