"You ant-like existence, meddling in other people's business!”
The Primordial Heavenly Venerate flew into a rage out of humiliation and attacked Di Jiang.
When Hou Yi saw Primordial attack, he knew that things were bad. He hurriedly mobilized his Dharmic powers to fight Primordial.
Bang! This time, the two of them fought to a draw.
"Primitive, you're too much.
What? As a Sage, can you make all living beings in Untainted Land shut up and not dare to come out and say your face?
You all want the Primordial Sky-measuring Ruler. I, Hou Yi, am still alive, and the Primordial Sky-measuring Ruler is my treasure. You all are really shameless to argue like this!
Since you want the Primordial Sky-measuring Ruler so badly, come! Come! Come! All of you Saints came together, and you want me, Hou Yi, to compare you?”
After Hou Yi finished speaking domineeringly, he stared at the Saints with a lightning-like gaze. He held the Primordial Sky-measuring Ruler in his hand and his body suddenly grew!
"Ah! Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art! The true body of a Fiendgod has appeared!"
Hou Yi shouted, and his body turned into the second Mount Buzhou in an instant. His whole body was emitting the aura of Pangu, and all living beings in Untainted Land began to fear him.
Three Pure Ones, Jieyin and Zhunti, your faces are too shameful. I'm not dead yet, but you're talking about my treasure in front of me."
Since you want it, I'll grant you your wish.
Pan! Ancient! Open! Heavens…
Hou Yi was originally furious, but now that he was completely disgusted by the Saints, he did not show any mercy.
Hou Yi transformed into a heaven-supporting giant, and the Primordial Heaven-measuring Ruler in his hand also transformed into a heaven-opening giant. The giant held the giant ruler and slashed forward.
The space was torn apart by this one foot. Earth, water, fire, and wind were everywhere in the damaged space, instantly enveloping the five Saints.
The Five Sages who had been arguing endlessly were interrupted by Emperor Jiang. Primordial attacked in anger, and Tongtian's face turned red in anger. He sighed that there would be a day when he would lose his face.
When Hou Yi questioned him, Tongtian felt even more ashamed. He no longer had the face to stay here. Just as he was about to bid farewell to Laozi and leave, Hou Yi attacked.
This time, Hou Yi had used all his strength.
Tongtian saw that this was exactly what he wanted. While pretending to dodge, he directly tore open space and returned to Golden Ao Island.
Tongtian had left, but the remaining four Saints did not think so. In their hearts, Saints were supreme, and all Saints in the world had the final say.
Even if it was a spirit treasure that already had an owner, as long as they took a fancy to it, it meant that the treasure was no longer fated with you. The treasure was truly fated with them.
Hou Yi didn't find this statement shameless at all, even if the treasure that the Sage was after was his.
This was the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest. No matter what era it was, strength spoke. As the great man said, the fist was the absolute truth!
Sages wanted to snatch Hou Yi's Primordial Sky-measuring Ruler. Hou Yi would use his fists to tell them that he had the strength to protect the Primordial Sky-measuring Ruler. If he could, he would suppress all the Sages. Then, the Taiji Diagram, the Heaven and Earth Black Yellow Pagoda, the Pangu Banner, and the twelfth-grade golden lotus would be fated with him.
Not good. The space was shattered, and chaos was everywhere. Earth, water, fire, and wind were everywhere. How could Hou Yi be so powerful?
At this time, the four Sages were in a daze. Except for Laozi, who had a defensive treasure, Jieyin was not injured. However, Jieyin looked a little embarrassed, and the golden light of the twelfth-grade Golden Lotus was a little dim.
How was this possible? How could Hou Yi be so powerful? Didn't the Dao Ancestor say that everyone below the Sage realm was an ant?
Hou Yi's attack caused the space where the four Sages were standing to collapse. Earth, water, fire, and wind wreaked havoc. Other than themselves, the four Sages could not find their companions.
Laozi and Jieyin were not injured, but Primordial and Zhunti were unlucky.
In the past, the Golden Lamp of Heavenly Celebration Cloud was stronger. Zhunti, who had just recovered, became a refugee again. He looked miserable.
Seeing the saints who could not withstand a single blow, Hou Yi, who had the Pangu True Body, opened his mouth and said in a low voice,"Hmph!" Saint! Can't even withstand a single blow!"
Let's end it completely!
Hou Yi raised the Primordial Sky-measuring Ruler and struck at the collapsed space!
He thought to himself that even if there was no Saint Fall this time, he would still exile all of you and let you show off in the Primordial World. His three wishes had finally been fulfilled, and some of them had exceeded the limit.
Hou Yi was overjoyed after he struck out.
This time, Zhunti had intercepted Hou Yi, who had fled to Mount Buzhou and cursed at the Sages. He wanted to establish his prestige, establish his prestige, establish his prestige!
Ever since Hou Yi had absorbed Pangu's spinal cord, he had felt close to Buzhou Mountain. He could borrow the remaining power of Pangu from Buzhou Mountain at any time.
This time, when Zhunti intercepted him, Hou Yi had an idea.
That was to fight against the Saints and the Three Pure Ones. Therefore, it was all part of his plan to enrage the Saints with Hou Yi.
The first plan was to fight against the saints and establish his prestige. His reputation spread far and wide, and the fate of the Primordial World came naturally.
Second, he could shake the Wilderness so that they wouldn't dare to attack him, including those close to him. Before they attacked, they should think about him, who dared to attack the Saints.
Thirdly, it was still scheming, scheming against the Three Pure Ones.
Pangu created the world, his Primordial Spirit transformed into the Three Pure Ones, and his blood essence transformed into the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
Although there were only three of the Three Pure Ones of Pangu, their luck was three levels higher than the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery and the Sorcerer Tribe. How could Hou Yi not feel aggrieved?
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were also transformed from Pangu, but they did not have as much merit, fate, or treasures as the Three Pure Ones.
The Three Pure Ones could become Saints and stand high above others, but what about the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery? All the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery except Houtu would die.
Why, why?
Although the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had raised the Cultivation Tribulation of the Sorcerer and Demon Tribe and killed many people, they were all of Pangu's bloodline. Untainted Land was created by the Great God Pangu. After the Cultivation Tribulation of the Demon Tribe, many Great Demons remained. Why did none of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery of the Wu Tribe survive?
The non-existence here referred to the fact that Houtu had lost the physical body of the Ancestor of Sorcery after her reincarnation.》
Hou Yi's plan this time was to defeat the Three Pure Ones and increase their Pangu's fate. He was also an orthodox Pangu, so he should have a lot of Pangu's fate.
Hou Yi calculated. After he swung the Primordial Sky-measuring Ruler, Hou Yi laughed in his heart.
Houyi seemed to see Laozi's primitive and disheveled image. He sighed in his heart that it was a pity that Tongtian had run away. He was not perfect.
The purple-gold Primordial Sky-measuring Ruler phantom charged straight for the spatial collapse. As it approached, the smile on Hou Yi's face grew wider.
At this moment, the song of knocking against the wall sounded again. Time stopped at the collapsed space and then reversed. The four Saints 'sorry figures were pulled back.
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