Chapter 1553: The Six-Pointed Saint's Six Sins, One Thought of Prajna Clears the Miscellaneous

Swish!

A black shadow leaped out from the pillar pattern of the Ascending Pillar of the Samsara Heaven, like a dragon soaring in the sea, causing waves on the ground.

He did not leave, but stopped in the air in the long-planned encirclement, looking around and looking down on all directions.

"Hoohoo..."

Under the sound of the whistling wind, the young man with black hair, black clothes and black sword, was serious, which made the atmosphere on the scene drop to freezing point.

"Here he comes!"

"This Wuxiu·Chijiaoshou, this Zangku, this face... It's him, Lord Shou!"

"Don't be afraid, no matter how strong he is, we have six semi-saints, can he still go against the sky?"

"Yes, we are waiting for him, and he should be the one who is nervous!"

In the distance, the three Taixu gathered together, huddled behind a small hill, and quietly transmitted their thoughts with spiritual thoughts.

After just a glance, they didn't even dare to use their spiritual thoughts to explore further. Soon, someone took out a special array plate and said:

"I will first send a message to the half-saint Taizai. Old Wang, you will now split your spirit to inform Lord Li. Old Qian will take care of Senior Huayuan..."

Swish!

The sword light flashed.

The mountain and the head flew up at the same time.

The array plate fell to the ground with a clatter and rolled twice.

"Puff puff."

The white flames burned and the array pattern broke.

"He's looking over here!"

Old Qian and Old Wang looked at each other, each with horror in their eyes, and fled without saying a word.

But as soon as their feet left the ground...

Swish! Swish!

Two sword lights flew in the distance.

Four swords nailed down, and Yanmang nailed down.

Taixu was pierced through the head and heart by the famous sword blessed by the sword thought, and died instantly.

"What is that!"

Taixu, who was beheaded first, was so frightened that his heart and liver broke. His soul turned into a black light, abandoned his body and fled into the air.

"Return."

Xu Xiaoshou put his two fingers together and pointed upwards.

The sword thoughts in the void intertwined, and when the four swords and Yanmang returned, Suihen left behind the ghost swords and Mo swords, and the black light soul film was blown up piece by piece until there was no miserable sound.

Swish! Swish!

The two swords returned and were suppressed behind the waist.

The evil spirit and the white flames of the embers spread out on the left and right wings, without the appearance of a famous sword hiding itself, showing the sharp edge of the unsheathed blade, adding luster to the black figure standing in the air.

Xu Xiaoshou then lowered his eyes and looked down.

The six semi-saint old men who sat in the hexagram position, one hunched over a tortoise shell, one wrapped a red rope around his waist, one rolled up talisman paper, one picked up flowers and leaves, and one wore a heavy sword, pursed his lips and said nothing.

At this point, they all stood up in surprise, with expressions of surprise, emotion, sighing, or admiration on their faces... However, there was no fear.

"Good sword! Good sword! Heavy sword edge, let's see how this sword is?"

"Are you Xu Xiaoshou, who is famous in the five regions today, the Saint Slave Shou who is the master of sword, spirit, and body, and has thousands of descendants?"

"It's better to meet than to hear about it. We were just discussing how the semi-saint's incarnation disappeared by itself."

"My friend doesn't look like a semi-saint? This is amazing. How did the consciousness body do it just now?"

"Are you married?"

"..."

Xu Xiaoshou silently scanned the six old men. It was the first time he looked at each semi-saint so seriously.

His intuition told him that these were not Jiang Buyi's kind, and they were all suicidal.

But, so what?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, tilted his sword, and said indifferently:

"I will only say one thing."

"Retreat now, and don't pursue the cause and effect!"

Iron Turtle, Red Line Old Man, Fu Jiu, Ye Xiao, Chong Jianfeng, and Yan Lingzhu, their eyes met.

The hunchbacked old man with a tortoise shell on his back waved his hand and said, "Have you ever heard of the Six Mang Saints of the Central Region?"

Without waiting for a response, the old man with a red string tied around his waist, who had asked Xu Xiaoshou if he was married, took over the conversation and said with a smile:

"The six of us have no clan or family. We have been wandering around the world all our lives, just doing some hard and dirty work for the Holy Temple."

"Taixu has killed, and the half-saints have killed. Today, it is a rare thing to use the Holy Order to ask us to kill and kill."

"Ai Cangsheng said that you are not simple, and also sent a lot of information to us, so that we can be on guard."

"At that time, we old men were thinking that there would never be a time in our lives when the six of us would be needed to fight together, and when this time came..."

He shrugged, wrapped the red string around his fingers, and tied a knot, and laughed:

"It's either life or death. It seems that there is really no need to say more. What do you think, little friend?"

The six half-saint killers raised by the Holy Temple?

Xu Xiaoshou's eyebrows moved slightly, and he immediately knew that these six old men would never be persuaded to retreat or turn around by words.

At this time...

Hong Xianlao sighed, tightened the knot in his hand, and pulled it back violently, without saying anything more:

"Do it!"

Xu Xiaoshou clearly did not have any warning of being attacked, or the feeling of being targeted by murderous intent.

At that time, he only felt a tightening around his waist, and an illusory sharp red rope appeared without knowing when.

The end of the rope was wrapped around him, but the end of the thread was in Hong Xianlao's hand. As the force became tighter, it almost cut his body in half.

No!

What it bound and attacked was not the body, but the soul!

"Sizzle——"

With a cracking sound, Xu Xiaoshou could clearly see a black line on his waist, and his soul body was accompanied by severe pain, which made his face twitch.

"Break!"

Hong Xianlao hooked his fingertips, but it was like pulling a giant bull, and this time he could not strangle the enemy's soul body.

His heart suddenly sank, and he quickly called for help:

"Go ahead, all of you!"

Buzz.

Xu Xiaoshou took action.

The sword under his feet spun, and he only held the hidden bitterness in his hand, and his body was replaced into nothingness.

No swordsmanship, no sword flow!

Falling Blossom Realm, open!

"It's a fantasy swordsmanship, be careful!" The square-faced old man carrying a heavy sword shouted softly, alerting all around, but saw the red plum blossoms falling.

Xu Xiaoshou turned reality into nothingness and placed it into nothingness.

A sword time-space jump was pointed out in the air, and when it was close to Hong Xianlao's body, it ended the Falling Blossom Realm and returned from nothingness.

"Boom!"

In front of the Six Saints, a huge door of hell suddenly cracked.

A Fengdu sword that covered the sky broke through the door that Shanshan opened unreasonably, pointing directly at Hong Xianlao who launched the attack first.

In an instant, everyone's face changed!

"Is this a fantasy swordsmanship?"

Hong Xianlao didn't dare to gamble, and while pulling out his body and retreating, he shouted to his teammates for support: "Iron Turtle, top it!"

Boom!

The Fengdu Sword only left a residual image at the original place, and broke through the time and space in an instant, smashing the soul of Hong Xianlao directly like a giant pestle.

"I'm here, be careful of Xu Xiaoshou, he knows all nine swordsmanship!" When the Iron Turtle came to help with his big turtle shell, he saw the red line on Hong Xianlao's hand falling to the ground.

His body was dyed black inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Dead, dead?"

The Iron Turtle was horrified.

Just one encounter, Hong Xianlao's soul was shattered?

He looked at Xu Xiaoshou who was wielding the sword not far away, his mouth opened and couldn't close, his eyes were shocked and couldn't focus.

At this time...

"Retreat later!"

The Word Spirit Curse, who had been lagging behind and kept silent, opened his mouth.

His mouth was like a consecration, and as soon as he said it, time retreated!

The Fengdu Sword retreated.

Hong Xianlao's soul body was put back.

The gate of hell closed forcefully, and the sword swirls and returns to the body.

"What is this..." Xu Xiaoshou had never seen such a strange ability before, and today he was enlightened.

The world of refining spirits is full of wonders.

Those who can become saints have their own strengths, and this is true.

The cooperation of these six people has obviously been tempered too many times, and they came to fight with their brains.

As time went by, the horror on the face of the iron turtle disappeared, as if it was fake.

Turning around, he threw the big turtle shell in his hand into the air, and it expanded to cover the sun.

"Black Sky Cover!"

With a loud sound, the turtle shell covered the person in it into another world.

At the same time, the square-faced heavy sword drew out the giant sword behind him, raised his thick eyebrows, and sounded like thunder.

"Xuan Zhenting Sword!"

A seal was cast, and the nine-day dark thunder rolled down, turning into a black and red thunder giant sword, which blasted directly into the turtle shell and pointed directly at Xu Xiaoshou.

"Binding the soul!"

Hong Xian Lao picked up the red rope on the ground and threw it in the air, pulling it hard, binding Xu Xiaoshou's soul body in the air.

"Destroying God Curse!"

Fu Jiu, who had been rolling up the talisman paper in his hand and kept silent, threw the talisman in the air, intending to kill Xu Xiaoshou's will.

"Frost Heart Leaf!"

Ye Xiaoxu, who was holding a flower, made a finger, and thousands of flying leaves evolved in the tortoise shell world, some happy or sad, some angry or afraid, slashing towards human desires.

"Fix!"

Yan Lingzhu said another word.

At the same moment, Xu Xiaoshou, who was about to react, felt that the avenue around him was disconnected from him at the same time.

His body, soul, and will were all controlled in place, and he could only take such a terrible attack.

"Boom!"

Thunder penetrated his body, soul bound by red rope, cursed his thoughts, and flying leaves cut his heart!

At the same time, four attacks exploded, each reaching the pinnacle of their own path. It would be difficult for any half-saint in the world to withstand this hard control and strong attack - this is almost a dead end!

"Boom boom boom..."

The turtle shell world shook violently.

The six saints in the Central Region had not been together for a long time, and no one in the world could withstand their attacks and not die.

They only heard about Xu Xiaoshou, whose sword spirit body was completely destroyed in three ways, and did not know how strong he was, but theoretically speaking...

Hong Xian was silent for three breaths: "It's time to die."

The turtle shell moved.

The world inside was in a turbulent state!

Suddenly, the iron turtle's expression changed suddenly, and he cursed:

"Not dead, retreat!"

The six people retreated together.

Old Hongxian couldn't help but look back and said, "I clearly cut off his soul and cut it into three pieces!"

Chong Jianfeng said, "The body is destroyed and has become burnt and withered!"

Fu Jiu: "The will is completely sunk and will never return."

Ye Xiao: "The seven desires in my mind have long been lost."

Yan Lingzhu's face turned as dark as ink, and he couldn't help but said, "The illusion sword technique is broken!"

Ka——

The space around him was like a broken mirror.

Iron Turtle, Old Hongxian, Fu Jiu, Ye Xiao, and Chong Jianfeng all changed their expressions: "What?"

Bang!

The space shattered.

Everything just now seemed illusory.

What fell into everyone's eyes at this moment was only a wall of flesh that pierced the sky, and there was a huge... fingernail covering the ceiling of the flesh wall?

Old Hongxian was silent for a while, and raised his eyes with difficulty.

Sheng Nian swept over, and he saw huge soles of feet, ankles, and foot hair...

After sweeping for a long time, he saw the knees from the calves.

At this time, above the sky, the Ultimate Giant had passed through the clouds and leaned down, with huge eyes staring at him like the moon falling to the ground.

"What?!"

Instantly, his hair stood on end, and the pupils of the old man Hongxian trembled violently, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "What is this!"

After asking himself, Xu Xiaoshou's information flashed through his mind - the super giant who tore the Holy Emperor apart with his bare hands!

"Iron-Turtle-"

Almost everyone was retreating and shouting, only the Iron Turtle was forced to bite the bullet and go against the wind.

Even against the wind, you can still turn the tables!

Watch me!

The Iron Turtle picked up the huge turtle shell and slammed it hard on the toenails of the Ultimate Giant...

"Snap."

The world stopped.

Iron Turtle?

Little turtle!

The Ultimate Giant poked down with a finger, like a pillar of heaven, and the Iron Turtle hurriedly covered his head with the turtle shell.

"Dragon Cover..."

The ten-segment sword pointed!

"Boom--"

It penetrated through the air and shattered all the sounds of the current resistance.

A deep pit was broken on the spot.

The closest Red Line Lao felt that his face was torn by the sword thoughts, and when his body was swept away by the strong wind, his eyeballs twisted and collapsed uncontrollably.

But at the last moment, he clearly saw the ground beneath the iron turtle being shattered first, followed by the turtle shell, and the iron turtle's holy body shattered...

The blood mist failed to explode.

The half-saint has been turned into powder!

With his lips twisted and distorted, his voice trembling wildly, and the world seemed to be delayed, Hong Xian Lao shouted out this slow voice:

"Foot bag~~~~"

Run!

You can only run!

There is no way to fight!

How did such a terrifying giant come out?

Which half-saint has this holy power foundation to support the existence of such a huge monster!

It alone in the world itself will consume thousands or tens of thousands of half-saints' holy power reserves, right?

Yes, ordinary half-saints can't imagine at the first time that there is an energy source that is more advanced than holy power, which can be used to supply the movement of extreme giants, called "the power of the ancestor of heaven".

"Blood escape!"

Hong Xian Lao sprayed out blood, stepped out his thighs and ran wildly in the storm, ran again, and ran again, and escaped into the Tao.

After running for a long time, he found himself running from the right side of the giant to the left sole of his raised foot.

At this moment, he looked up at the darkness that invaded the entire scene in his vision, and threw a bundle of red lines up viciously.

The giant's foot was cut with black marks that were 10,000 times lighter than the foot hair.

"Ahahaha."

Red Line laughed three times, dropped his hands helplessly, and gave up all resistance.

"Bang!"

Kicked down.

The earth shattered.

...

"Heavy Sword Front, turn around to fight!"

Yan Lingzhu shouted loudly, and the square-faced old man with a sword on his back who was running in front of him immediately turned around, raised the big sword, roared with a ferocious face, and chopped at the giant:

"Fuck your uncle, Yan Lingzhu, you will not die well!!!"

Bang!

The giant raised his calf and kicked the heavy sword to pieces.

The heavy sword turned into a thunderous giant sword, piercing the sky from a distance, pointing directly at the giant's eyeball.

"Zhaohuang Jiejian, die!"

Boom!

Thunder pierced through, and the speed of the sword actually broke through time and space, with a taste of time and space leap.

This sword clearly exceeded the strength of a semi-saint, but I don’t know where it came from... It doesn’t matter.

“Divine Moment!”

The body of the extreme giant shook, and then the reaction speed and body speed seemed to be accelerated ten thousand times.

It grabbed its hand in a devilish way, but because it grabbed too fast, it passed the thunder sword, and hurriedly pulled it back and grabbed it again, and then it grasped the thunder sword that was relatively slowed down countless times.

The huge lightning sword was pinched into the palm of his hand and thrown far away!

“Boom——”

The holy calamity was not as terrifying as this thunder sword that was covered with sword thoughts and the huge power of the extreme giant!

Fu Jiu, who was targeted, was numb, and he threw array talismans behind him without even looking back:

“Breaking calamity talisman!”

“Destroying spirit talisman!”

“Seal the God talisman!”

“Destroying talent…”

Snap.

The illusion sword technique was lifted.

The giant kicked Fu Jiu to pieces.

On the other side, Ye Xiao, who was still smug about not being targeted at the first time, was crushed into powder by the sword of lightning while holding Feihua.

——The ultimate giant who can play ancient swordsmanship!

…

The six-pointed saint of the Central Region, in a blink of an eye, only one point was left.

Yan Lingzhu's footsteps suddenly stopped, and his body felt like falling into a cold cellar, extremely cold.

He pressed endless power into his throat and abdomen, turned his head, and looked at the ultimate giant who stopped all actions behind him.

He tried his best, mustered all his courage, pointed forward fiercely, took a deep breath and exhaled:

"Giant, retreat!"

Boom!

The ultimate giant was really shouted by him and was forced to retreat a small step.

Yan Lingzhu's face was suddenly overjoyed, and he didn't care that his hair was half white and his body was getting old. He opened his mouth, pointed his fingers, stomped his feet and shouted again:

"Giant, retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ultimate giant retreated three more steps.

Yan Lingzhu was ecstatic and wanted to accumulate strength again, so that his words would come true.

"Puff!"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly spurted out blood and staggered to the ground.

Earlier, he was not only strong and sturdy, but also slender and well-proportioned. When he was silent, he had a bit of aloof charm. He really had the style of a half-saint.

But at this moment, he was as thin as a stick, like a dying old man, and even several of his teeth had fallen out. He was trembling and could not speak, and his eyes were full of tears.

"Uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

He tried his best to speak, but he couldn't say a word.

Swish!

The Ultimate Giant disappeared, and Xu Xiaoshou returned on the sword and fell in front of the destitute old man.

Is this the end?

After being in a trance for three breaths, Xu Xiaoshou thought of Yuegong Li, Diying Shengzhu, Shen Yi, and finally thought of himself.

The blood in his body surged...

After 90% of the body Dao was used up, without the Devouring Body and the Human Dao, his endless life seemed to be strengthened countless times. The Extreme Giant had been running for so long, and there were still 30% to 40% of the power left.

After a long time, Xu Xiaoshou came back to his senses and laughed out loud.

He had fought too many strong men, faced the Holy Emperor and the Ten Thrones, but he had forgotten that this was the strength that a normal half-saint should have.

"Sorry, I overestimated you."

His eyebrows and eyes woke up, and Xu Xiaoshou's eyes seemed to emit a faint light:

"Soul reading!"

Boom!

Yan Lingzhu's body shook violently for the last time, and then lost all movement.

He was the first half-saint to be exhausted and killed by his own power. The other five half-saints still had souls and immortal wills at this moment.

Xu Xiaoshou reached behind him and happened to touch the Yanmang.

The sword under his feet swirled, and as the ghost sword technique was activated, he saw five souls on the verge of collapse.

"I said, if you don't retreat, you will die."

In the sword secret array diagram, the part belonging to the heart sword technique suddenly lit up, and Xu Xiaoshou was too lazy to be on guard against any remnants, any will, or any back-up.

"Heart sword technique, Prajna!"

The flame python swept the sky.

All around returned to dead silence.

One thought of gods and Buddhas, one thought of Prajna!