Chapter 313: Low Strength Is the Original Sin, the Saints Rush to Chang'an City!

Listening to the words of Zixiao Zhenjun, Ziwei Zhenren almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You are really crazy!!"

This is the only thought in Ziwei Zhenren's heart.

Ziwei Zhenren's face was horrified. He never thought that Zixiao Zhenjun would be so crazy that he wanted to pull him to self-destruct. Is this a senior brother? ! !

Where did this pit come from? !

What a mess.

Ziwei Zhenren was furious and struggled hard, but he couldn't get away at all.

Zixiao Zhenjun's mouth was full of hideous smile:

"Junior brother, you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust. Since you dare to be a traitor to Ziwei Fairy Palace, don't blame me for cleaning up the door!"

After the voice fell, Zixiao Zhenjun suddenly urged the magic power in his body.

Boom!

In an instant, the terrifying destructive wave burst out violently and violently transmitted from his body.

The golden rune on his forehead began to jump violently, as if it was about to fly out.

At this moment, he was ready to use his own flesh and blood as a guide to self-destruct his soul.

This was a self-destructive attack. Even if it could not kill Ziwei Zhenren, it was enough to seriously injure him.

And he himself would be completely annihilated and would never exist again.

"Not good!"

Ziwei Zhenren cried out in his heart. He could feel the monstrous and murderous aura coming from Zixiao Zhenjun.

"Brother... Let go!"

Ziwei Zhenren roared and struggled desperately, trying to shake Zixiao Zhenjun and break free.

Zixiao Zhenjun seemed to be deaf to it. He turned his head and looked at Luoxue again, with a hideous smile on his lips. He gritted his teeth and said word by word:

"Do you really think that saints like me are made of mud and can be slaughtered by you?

"Damn the Great Qin Emperor, you dare to insult us like this. If there is another life, this saint swears to make you die a miserable death! ! ! "

Zixiao Zhenjun raised his head to the sky and let out an angry roar.

As these words fell, the last saintly power in Zixiao Zhenjun's body surged wildly, rolling like a tide.

The blood in his body surged and boiled, and his body burst out with boundless brilliance, like a volcano erupting, causing the surrounding space to instantly collapse and annihilate, turning into a dark and deep cave, swallowing up all the light.

"No——!"

Feeling the strong breath of death, Ziwei Zhenren's soul suddenly emerged.

"Huh?"

Looking at Zixiao Zhenjun who was about to self-destruct, Luoxue narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, revealing a hint of surprise, as if she didn't expect Zixiao Zhenjun to choose to destroy his soul and drag Ziwei Zhenren to die together.

But soon a cold arc was outlined at the corner of her mouth, and her right index finger lightly pointed to the void.

"Want to die? Have you got the consent of our master? "

She gently raised her palm, and the crystal-like fingertips shone brightly, as if a star was blooming with brilliant light.

In an instant, Zixiao Zhenjun's body shook violently, and the originally boiling blood was forcibly curbed.

Then, the imperial edict suspended in the void floated to Ziwei Zhenjun's head.

The words in the imperial edict slowly disappeared, and were replaced by an extremely huge handprint, covering the sky and the sun, covering the universe, and exuding an extremely ancient and vast atmosphere.

It contains some kind of mysterious and supreme truth of the avenue, full of infinite oppression, which makes people kneel down and surrender.

That feeling is as if the master of heaven and earth has come, looking down on all living beings.

Above the handprint, you can vaguely see a vague figure standing, noble, honorable, Looking down on all living beings.

"This is..."

Zixiao Zhenjun's pupils shrank violently.

Under the suppression of this handprint, the breath in his body stopped rolling, and it was extremely stiff, as if it was frozen.

Even the soul in his body was frozen and unable to escape, as if it had encountered an inexplicable suppression, and its operation was sluggish, and even unable to communicate with magic.

The handprint of just a portrait seemed to contain billions of tons of power, causing Zixiao Zhenjun and Ziwei Zhenren's bodies to shake violently.

"Boom boom..."

In an instant, the terrifying imperial pressure crushed down like an overwhelming force, and Zixiao Zhenjun and Ziwei Zhenjun, two great saints, directly prostrated on the ground, unable to move, even their eyeballs could not move.

"This is a saint's method!! "

Zixiao Zhenjun's eyes were hazy, and many thoughts flashed through his mind.

In the end, he could only watch the handprint slap down and hit his head hard.

Bang!

In an instant.

Accompanied by a muffled sound, Zixiao Zhenjun's face suddenly twisted, his eyeballs bulged, blood flowed, and it was almost split in half.

Puff——

Zixiao Zhenjun vomited blood continuously, and his bones crackled and exploded, as if they were about to break.

At this moment, he seemed to have lost control of his body and fell to the ground.

Ziwei Zhenren was not spared either.

Although he tried his best to resist, he still He was slapped away by a palm and crashed into the palace hundreds of feet away.

Boom~

Accompanied by a loud noise that shook the earth, a majestic city exploded in the aftermath of the collision.

Smoke and dust rolled, gray stones splashed, and large areas of buildings collapsed and shattered, turning into countless wood chips and broken walls.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ziwei Zhenren had disheveled hair and looked miserable.

He barely stood up, his body was covered in blood and flesh, and one of his arms was missing. It was obvious that he was beaten very badly by the slap just now.

He felt extremely aggrieved.

What kind of unprovoked disaster is this?

He had clearly expressed his surrender, so why did he still get slapped?

Ziwei Zhenren felt his cheeks burning, as if his facial features were deformed.

"You bastard..."

Ziwei Zhenren stared at Zixiao Zhenjun with great resentment.

Zixiao Zhenjun was already useless at this time, his blood and qi were declining, and his injuries were serious. He was at the end of his strength, and it was extremely difficult for him to even stand up.

Ziwei Zhenren looked at his miserable appearance, and the words of accusation came to his lips but were swallowed back, sighing helplessly in his heart.

In the final analysis, it was because of strength. In this world where the strong are respected, low strength is the original sin.

Ziwei Zhenren felt bitter in his heart, and he knew that Ziwei Fairy Palace was completely finished...

At this time, a cold and calm voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Since you have already expressed your submission and are willing to be a watchdog for Chang'an, then you will be the one to carry out the order of the imperial edict."

Ziwei Zhenren was shocked when he heard this, his face suddenly changed, and he looked at the girl in white dress in the void in disbelief.

What a vicious woman!

Ziwei Zhenren's face was gloomy and his eyes were cold.

But he did not refute or refuse. Things had come to this point, and he had no choice but to comply.

Ziwei Zhenren dragged his seriously injured body and slowly turned to look at the disciples of Ziwei Fairy Palace, with murderous intent in his eyes.

...........

At the same time,

Tianlan Territory.

Nangong Yunze and a group of saints finally arrived near Chang'an City.

.........

ps: It was my first time moving, and it was really tiring. There were more than a dozen bags, big and small, especially in the small rented house where I lived, there was no elevator, and my legs were shaking when I ran up the stairs.

I had a little thought about it, but now it's gone. It's more comfortable to live in my own home.