Guarding the Sutra Pavilion for a hundred years, investing in the destiny villain

Do you dare to come here?

This is not the thought of a semi-saint.

But the thoughts of all semi-saints.

"Knowing that you will die!"

"How dare you come here!"

"I don't know why I should admire your courage!"

"I still admire your ignorance!"

A young woman walked out of nothingness. She was dressed in Taoist robes and had a cold and arrogant expression. She looked quite young at first glance, but in fact she even had crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. At this point, she was already quite old, and she might even be unable to break through for a while. A saint will face the problem of approaching his end.

"I don't know whether you are too stupid or too ignorant. Even if there are not a few people like me sitting here, you can't come!" Another old man said warmly, appearing from nothingness.

"It's ridiculous. I originally thought you were a nobody, but now it seems you are nothing more than that." A young man said with sarcasm in his eyes: "If you think that the strength shown in the Snow Mountain Palace can compete with the Half-Saint, then you can now I’ve given you my last words!”

"I am even more ignorant than I thought. There are many dangers in this corner of the sea. Not to mention you, even a semi-saint like me would not dare to come here alone. We need to go together to have confidence. I really don't know who gave you the courage." ah!"

For a brief moment.

Four and a half saints.

Turned out.

They appear in the southeast, northwest and northwest respectively.

Chu Xun's retreat was blocked.

Everyone was surrounded by a faint divine brilliance, and a ball of light enveloped them. The old man in green shirt standing there looked calmly, his eyes as gentle as ever. He saw the Taoist nun-like woman, the gentle and kind old man, the sharp edge. There are young people who are exposed, and there are also childlike teenagers.

Four people.

All are half-saints.

"What other last words can I tell you?" The sharp-edged young man had sharp eyes. When he looked down, he looked like he was staring at a dead person. He didn't even think that there would be any more troubles.

"What a big deal." Chu Xun sighed softly. Among the four half-saints, even if the Green Bull Demon Lord caused such a big stir in the Eastern Territory, there has never been a semi-saint revealed. Even if the Yin Ruins appeared in the world, they had never attracted their attention. But in order to intercept and kill him, if four people came out to set up an ambush here, wouldn't he be afraid of failure?

"Ok?"

The slow old man sitting cross-legged in the void felt uneasy and frowned. This Chu Xun was too calm, as if everything was confident, which made him particularly uneasy, and he did not expect that Chu Xun could rely on anything else. , Donglin Sect has declined to such a degree, there is no semi-saint realm at all, even if there is, coming here is to die.

So he couldn't figure out what Chu Xun relied on.

So.

He frowned.

"Are you just convinced of me like this?" Chu Xun also sighed softly. After practicing to this level, he is usually cautious and cautious. Why are you so relaxed today? Is it because of the decline of Donglin Sect?

A woman in Taoist robes.

A sharp young man.

A gentle old man.

A young boy.

The four people were suddenly filled with strong uneasiness and vigilance. The woman in Taoist robes snorted coldly: "You are pretending to be a ghost, no one can save you today!"

"boom!"

A big hand pressed down.

Seems ordinary.

In fact, it is a master who controls everything.

Great supernatural power.

He has a sure-fire skill at every turn.

This also made Chu Xun feel a little relieved. If these people had used the method of squeezing ants to death when killing him, they would not be alive now. However, they missed one point.

"Ugh!"

faint sigh.

resounded in the sky.

time.

space.

nothingness.

Everything is frozen.

I only saw an old man who was about to decay, slowly walking out from behind Chu Xun, sighing softly, his cloudy eyes full of emotion, sighing softly: "Why bother?"

When he raised his head, his appearance was reflected in the eyes of the four semi-saints. The latter's pupils all shrank, and they were horrified, showing strong fear. They stared at the wrinkled cheeks and said in horror: "Xia Yang, Donglin Sect Saint Xia Yang!"

Just for a moment.

They were scared to death.

The whole person was numb with horror.

saint.

Saint of Donglin Sect.

Who would have thought.

Will the saint of Donglin Sect come in person at this time?

In everyone's understanding, the saints of the Donglin Sect are all approaching their end and fell into a deep sleep. It is extremely difficult to wake up even once, and the remaining time is even more precious to save the Donglin Sect and give Chu Xun and the Xiao Rongyu had no chance to develop and breathe, how could he have expected to come here?

I am afraid that even the saints of the Immortal Dao Sect and the Zhenwu Sect were beaten to death without expecting that a saint would arrive, otherwise they would not have sent a semi-sage to intercept and kill Chu Xun.

"boom!"

The moment Saint Xia Yang raised his head, the big palm that was attacking Chu Xun collapsed and disintegrated on its own. It was as if some mysterious order and energy had disintegrated the palm print, leaving only a few dao marks scattered among the heaven and earth.

"The gap is too big!" Chu Xun's heart trembled. He had witnessed the saint's action before, but this time he was right next to the saint, witnessed his action, and deeply understood the gap between the two.

Half holy.

saint.

One word difference.

The difference between clouds and mud.

After all, the semi-saint has not faded away from the mortal body. Even if the Human Emperor reaches the limit, he can still fight against the enemy and kill him; while the saint is far from being able to compete with the Human Emperor. Not to mention beheading, even challenging is impossible. The gap in this level is formed. Qualitative changes cannot be overcome by relying on ordinary treasures.

"Boom~!"

There was endless fear in the eyes of the woman in the robe. She could clearly see the age spots on the old man's arm, which were a symbol of his near future, but this hand reached out to her and turned into the hand of death.

"No~!"

"Forgive me!"

"Senior, I was wrong!"

"I'm willing to apologize!"

"Oh!"

Xia Yang just held the woman and squeezed it gently. The lofty semi-saint in the eyes of others died. He heard Xia Yang whisper softly: "If apologizing is useful, why should I practice?"

Slow old man.

A sharp young man.

A childlike boy.

The three of them showed strong shock at the same time. Regardless of the woman's death, they broke free from the saint's pressure almost instantly, turned into a bolt of lightning, and fled madly.

"boom!"

And Xia Yang's body also filled with an indescribable vast power, imprisoning the void, only to see his eyes becoming more and more deep and cold, with a ruthless gaze, and said coldly: "I've already come, I want to leave, is it too late? Got it!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Hands up.

Kill one after another.

Slow old man.

A sharp young man.

He turned into a blood mist before even escaping ten miles away. When he approached the childlike young man, the latter knelt down and said in horror: "Senior, please spare my life. I am willing to surrender. I am willing to become Donglin." A dog of the sect, I try my best to protect the Donglin sect, please let me live!"

"I can't trust you!" Xia Yang shook his head. In the face of a life-and-death crisis, he couldn't be trustworthy. Moreover, once he died, he was destined to rebel.

"No~!"

The childlike young man showed ferocity on his face and roared ferociously: "So what if you are a saint? You are just a decayed, twilight saint who is about to die. And I have practiced hard all my life and become a semi-sage. I may not be able to compete with you!"

"The method of cultivating the devil!"

Demonic energy suddenly appeared in the eyes of the young boy, and his cultivation level continued to soar. He went directly from the semi-saint to the top of the semi-saint, and within one breath he was close to Chu Xun's cultivation that killed the demon saint in Jiang's family. Xia Yang shook his head slightly and slapped it down.

"boom!"

A ball of blood foam exploded.

Childlike boy.

dead.

"Fancy!" Xia Yang snorted disdainfully. In front of the saint, he still wanted to use magic power to forcefully break through a realm. Was he looking down on the saint's realm, or was he looking down on him?