Chapter 1308 Carry It to the End!

The 'red hydrangea' that broke through the chaos and struck down from the thirty-three days with the power of wind and thunder is the spiritual treasure of the saint's enlightenment, and its power is indescribable.

Looking at Xin Han's many spiritual treasures, only this 'Qian Kun Cauldron' can resist it, even the 'Immortal Heavenly Palace' is probably not as good.

Xin Han was also angry, the following is the only human tribe in the prehistoric, if there is a little carelessness this time, it will lead to an irreversible situation.

He jumped straight up, reached the high altitude, and before the red hydrangea fell, he grabbed a Qiankun tripod and used the tripod as a hammer to directly hit the red hydrangea that fell.

The thunderous sound of 'Booming' spread throughout the entire prehistoric region from the point of impact.

The huge impact shattered the space where the Qiankun Ding and the red hydrangea intersected.

The red hydrangea flew backwards at the same speed as before, broke through thirty-three days, entered the chaos, flew into the Snail Palace, and landed in Nuwa's hands.

But Xin Han's situation is not good, the saint strikes, how can it be so good to follow.

Although he was protected by the blue light of the Qiankun Ding and the energy of chaos, he had no choice but to take the initiative to attack, bearing all the power of the saint's blow.

If he and Nuwa are both saints at this time, then with the treasure in his hands, the former must suffer. Unfortunately, he is not now, only in the state of beheading a corpse, no matter how strong he is, he cannot compare with the power of a saint.

Using the Qiankun tripod as a hammer, the moment Xin Han hit the red hydrangea, all the bones of Xin Han's upper limbs were shaken into powder, and his skin, which was as hard as an ordinary Lingbao, was shattered inch by inch, and countless golden blood burst from his skin. splash.

At this moment, Xin Han felt like a tomato that had been smashed and burst, as miserable as it could be.

Under the protection of the Qiankun Ding, the broken body quickly smashed towards the ground.

But there are only a few human groups below, the only remaining flame of hope, if he falls, the power he carries is estimated to suffer within a thousand miles, not to mention these cowardly human beings.

Xin Han tried his best not to faint, and a teleportation appeared in a place hundreds of thousands of miles away. There was a tribe with more than 100,000 monsters living there.

After Xin Han appeared directly, the power carried on his body did not disappear, and he directly smashed into the center of the tribe.

Just like the explosion of ancient nuclear bombs, a huge mushroom cloud erupted from the center of the tribe and swept across thousands of miles around.

Even Jinxian couldn't bear the force of this impact. The patriarch and several elders were all in the early stage of Da Luo, so when they sensed something was wrong, they had no time to escape, and only had time to sacrifice a few pieces of body protection The acquired Lingbao.

But under this level of power, those Houtian spirit treasures broke into slag before they could hold on for a few breaths. Before these golden immortals could do anything, they were caught in the terrifying shock wave, their bodies were instantly shattered, and their souls were destroyed.

A tribe of more than 100,000 monsters was wiped out on the prehistoric land.

For a moment, in the prehistoric times, all the creatures were frightened, and all the quasi-sages were trembling with fear!

When the saint was angry, the sky and the earth changed color, the sun and the moon mourned together, and Nuwa's angry blow was directly borne by Xin Han, but this anger made all living beings feel the horror of what is called the power of a saint.

As the heads of the two great races, Dijun and Donghuang, they had completely different moods from the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

In the heavenly court, none of the monster tribe felt sorry for the hundreds of thousands of monster tribes, and there was only joy at this time.

The demon master Kunpeng said in admiration and admiration: "This is a saint, this is the power of a saint, he is unstoppable under one blow, and everyone under the saint is an ant!"

His last sentence revealed the deep unwillingness in his heart.

Di Jun laughed loudly and said: "Let that thief be rampant again and provoke the Heavenly Dao Saint of my demon clan, let's see if he will die this time!"

After he finished speaking, he turned to his younger brother Donghuang Taiyi: "Do you think we should go and see, if the thief dies, the Qiankun Cauldron, the Chaos Orb, and the Xuanhuang Palace..."

Kunpeng's eyes lit up when he heard that, the thief had two treasures on him,

There is also a piece of Xuanhuang Palace that is almost less than the treasure. If they get all of them this time, Di Jun and Donghuang would be embarrassed to take it all by themselves.

But Donghuang Taiyi denied Di Jun's idea, and sighed: "Hongjun Daozu's disciple, and Daozu himself said that the thief would prove the way with strength in the future. How long does it take to finish saying this? How can he die so easily?" Let’s wait and see how it gets better!”

The demon tribe was deflated by Xin Han and gloated over the saint's attack, but the witch tribe was different. What the twelve ancestor witches cared about was not Xin Han's life or death, but the power of a blow from the saint's anger.

Zuwu Qiangliang swallowed and spit: "Heavenly Dao Saint, it's really terrifying!"

Xuanming frowned lightly: "Compared to our Pangu real body, it's not much better!"

Hou Tu said worriedly: "The greatness of a saint lies in the immortal primordial spirit, which is exactly what our ancestral witches lack!"

"You say, if Pangu's real body fights with her, who will win?" She Bishi suddenly asked.

Naturally she was referring to Nuwa, but at this time Nuwa became a sage after proving the Dao, so this name cannot be mentioned, otherwise, it will immediately sense what you are discussing, and people will know it at the first thought.

The other ancestral witches knew who She Bishi was talking about, and the ancestral witch's tent fell silent for a while.

After a long while, Di Jun said, "If it's a short-term fight, our real Pangu is not afraid of her, but after a long time, her primordial spirit entrusts the void, her mana is endless, and her primordial spirit is immortal, we will definitely lose!"

After saying this, all the ancestral witches sighed at the same time, and after a while, the Houtu ancestral witch suddenly said: "An enemy's enemy can become a friend..."

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In order to protect the few remaining human races, Xin Han completely withstood the blow of Nuwa's anger.

At this time, he was in a large pit thousands of meters away and hundreds of meters deep. If scientists of later generations came here, they would definitely say that it was the trace of a prehistoric meteorite falling.

But this big hole was really made by Xin Han's body. How could the power of wind and thunder carried by the red hydrangea and the power of Nuwa's casual blow be removed so easily.

Although there was the supreme treasure, the Qiankun Ding, which was used for a while, but a small part of it was still acting on Xin Han, and finally it was acting on the prehistoric land through him.

Xin Han, who was already seriously injured, was severely injured again when he hit the ground. At this time, he was at the bottom of the pit, no more than a pool of rotten meat.

If it weren't for the blue light and chaotic energy of the Qiankun cauldron to envelop it, it might have fallen apart long ago.

"You know what's wrong!" A soft scold came from the chaos, and all living beings in the prehistoric world could hear it. It was the accountability of a saint.

Standing in the Snail Palace, Nu Wa stared at Xin Han in the pit through all the obstacles, and asked again: "I know I was wrong!"

Immediately, there were many people in the prehistoric world, showing gloating expressions. If Xin Han admits his mistake at this time, even if he proves the Tao with strength in the future, there will be stains left, and it is inevitable that Nuwa will be lowered.

But if he didn't admit his mistake, the anger of the saint changed the color of the world, how could he bear the anger of the saint!

They are all waiting to see how to understand this matter, this mistake, that arrogant thief, whether to admit it or not!

In Wa's Palace, Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun couldn't bear it, and they got up at the same time to persuade them, but they were swept over by Nuwa's eyes, their souls trembled, and they couldn't speak at all.

To say that although Xin Han's body is like rotten flesh, this face is not damaged at all, and he spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm with golden blood: "Wrong...Your uncle!"

Everyone was stunned, he was actually going to carry it to the end!