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"I met the two senior brothers. The two senior brothers are leaving the customs at this time. Have you encountered a bottleneck in your practice?" Tong Tian asked.

Tai Shang nods.

"The quasi-sage Jiuzhong has encountered a bottleneck, and it will be useless to continue to retreat. It seems that if you want to break through, you can only wait until after the third sermon."

"I am also the quasi-sage Jiuzhong." Yuan Shi replied.

"Maybe we don't have to wait for the third sermon, it would be nice to go to Mount Buzhou to see it."

"I think we should retreat. The practice is too fast. If we go out, I'm afraid we won't be able to reach Buzhou Mountain." Tong Tian said.

"Sage Hongjun gave seven primordial purple qi, but now only two appear. Our cultivation base is improving too fast, if we go out and be seen, maybe they will suspect that primordial purple qi is in our hands."

Sanqing looked at each other, and they both saw suspicion in each other's eyes.

"Could it be that you also have..." Tong Tian couldn't help saying when he saw this scene.

Tai Shang and Yuan Shi hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

"Nuwa, and us... So, the remaining two primordial purple qi are most likely in the hands of Zhunti and Jieying.

"If that's the case, then Lin Fan is too scary."

"Why do you say that?" Tai Shang and Yuan Shi looked at Tong Tian together.

"You have forgotten that when we preached for the first time, we had no seats. Who brought out the futon first? It was Lin Fan. He brought a futon for Nuwa, and we followed suit. I borrowed the futon from me."

When Taishang and Yuanshi heard what Tongtian said, they thought about it carefully, and suddenly gasped.

At that time, I didn't think there was anything, but looking back now, I realized that Lin Fan had known the chance of becoming a saint at that time.

"Is Lin Fan a saint?"

No one can answer.

......

The moon and stars are sparse, Tianjian Peak is shrouded in moonlight, and the moonlight is as clear as water.

Suddenly, the clear moonlight changed, like an enchantment, separating Tianjian Peak from the rest of Buzhou Mountain. The clear moonlight was no longer like water, but like a frosty blade.

The cold came, and the flowers, plants and plants on Tianjian Peak were shrouded in frost.

Lin Fan stepped out and left the hut.

As soon as he walked out, the hut was flooded with frost and cold knife energy, turning into ice crystals and dissipating.

"Who!"

Lin Fan raised his head and saw a figure as white as snow.

White hair shawl, old face, holding a frosty white long knife, the strength of the whole body is even more weird, unfathomable and hard to see clearly.

"Who are you? You asked Saint Nuwa about the way to become a saint? Saint Nuwa is next door, you went to the wrong place."

"I don't need the way of sanctification, I just need you to die and hand over everything you have! Kill!"

The old man Shuangbai didn't give Lin Fan a chance to speak, and raised his knife to start the killing.

"Holy soldier, saint-level power?"

As soon as the Frost White Long Saber came into contact with the Blood Demon Sword, Lin Fan was surprised and at the same time guessed the identity of the person coming.

Besides the one from Zixiao Palace, who else could it be.

At this time, there are only two saints in the prehistoric world.

It can't be Nuwa, then it can only be the one from Zixiao Palace.

The force and intent from the knife made Lin Fan back again and again.

It was supposed to take a step of thousands of miles, but Lin Fan retreated at least ten steps and was still within the range of Tianjian Peak.

Tianjian Peak was covered by a barrier, forming a barrier of its own, and the barrier would not dissipate, no matter how far Lin Fan traveled, he couldn't get out.

"Your cultivation is not at the fifth level quasi-holy at all." Shuangbai old man said, and slashed out again.

Dao Mang suddenly appeared behind Lin Fan, cutting towards Lin Fan's neck.

"I never said that I am the fifth level quasi-sage. It has been a long time since I met the power of a saint. You remind me." Lin Fan recalled, blocking the cutting knife around the long sword.

His combat power increased rapidly, reaching the level of a half-step saint in an instant.

Strong is strong!

When the old man Shuangbai heard this, his expression changed slightly.

"Memories? The first saint to appear in the prehistoric world was Hongjun Saint. Where did you get the memories? Or, you were one of the three thousand demon gods who were beheaded by Pan Gu when the sky was opened."

Lin Fan admired the old man's brains.

Besides the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, have you not thought of anything else?

For example, Pangu!

"No wonder I saw the shadow of the sky-opening ax in your swordsmanship, which is frozen for thousands of miles!"

The sword light shines for thousands of miles, and the land of thousands of miles is full of sword light.

The saint-level power poured out, bringing up a chaotic wind, and everything that the wind passed by was turned into ashes.

This is the power of the wind, the power of destruction.

It's just the power of the wind, not the power of the blade.

The blade glowed brightly, and everything was frozen and frozen in the frost.

Before the knife was close, Lin Fan seemed to feel that even his mind was frozen.

"Nine Juxtapositions of the Heavenly Sword, Heaven Slashing Jue!"

When the Heavenly Sword comes out, there is no regret for one sword.

The sword comes with the Falling Heart Flame.

The power of heart inflammation blooms and burns through chaos.

The sword light pierced the sky and cut down, and the wind brought up by the sword light collided with the wind brought by the sword light, and there was a terrifying explosion.