Yuan Zun: Starting with the Eight Ancestral Symbols

"It's quite interesting. If these three people hadn't died, you would have three more saints in Cang Xuantian."

Yan Xu frowned. Cang Xuantian was originally the last of the heavens, but he produced a god like Muchen, and then more geniuses like him were born one after another. Could it be that his destiny was also beginning to awaken?

"They have already lost their chance of survival after self-destructing the domain. No one can save them."

Patriarch Cang Xuan didn't think so. After all, Muchen hadn't appeared yet, and he would not watch the three of them die like this.

In the void, Muchen could feel that the three people still had their last breath. If they could truly become a saint, they would not die.

"There's still one breath left."

"Hehe, let me help you a little."

Mu Chen took out the Cang Xuan Holy Seal and used the authority of the Lord of Heaven to summon three celestial powers from Cang Xuantian and poured them into the dying bodies of Zhou Yuan and the other two.

As Cang Xuantian's future saint, Cang Xuantian must of course help his children.

"That Muchen again?!"

Yanxu Holy Soul's perception was turned up to the maximum, but he still couldn't find where Muchen was hiding. This made him very annoyed. A One Lotus Saint could actually escape his perception.

Suddenly, a vast tide of source energy gathered together. Hong Lin looked at the three people who fell to the ground in doubt. The three people who were already dead miraculously stood up.

Groan!
The loud dragon roar resounded through the heaven and earth, as if it came from ancient times. Countless purple-gold lights burst out, forming a purple-gold ocean behind Zhou Yuan, and a sacred dragon was swimming in the purple-gold ocean.

Behind Li Chunjun was a vast ocean of sword energy, emitting boundless sharpness. Behind Chu Qing was an endless surge of green light, filled with a sense of grandeur and vastness.

A holy lotus appeared on the bodies of all three of them, which also proved that they had truly become saints.

"how come?"

Hong Lin's face changed drastically and looked extremely ugly. There were three saints standing in front of her. They all relied on their own foundation to be promoted, while she used the Tianluo chessboard to force her way up. She couldn't beat any one of them, let alone three.

"The help sent by Muchen is really timely." Zhou Yuan said with a smile.

"Yeah, I almost thought I was really going to die." Chu Qing touched his head. He who survives a great disaster will surely have good fortune in the future. Now he is also a saint.

"What are you talking about? Let's deal with this guy first!"

Li Chunjun drew his sword and slashed at Hong Lin. Thousands of sword lights burst out, instantly piercing countless blood holes all over Hong Lin's body.

There was only the sword in his eyes. Women would only affect the speed of his sword swinging.

Zhou Yuan and the other person each displayed their magical powers. The breath of the purple-gold sacred dragon and the sharp golden shuttle were all infused with the power of the saints and could destroy the world.

Honglin kept wailing. The attacks of the three saints caused her to suffer fatal injuries.

"It's time for you to hit the road."

Li Chunjun appeared behind Hong Lin and chopped off her head with a sword. The powerful strength of the saint shattered the holy lotus on her head.

In an instant, the sun and the moon set, and the saint fell.

"Haha, well done."

"Yanxu, let's fight again now."

Patriarch Cang Xuan felt the power in his body and grinned. Now he and Yan Xu were on par with each other. Yan Xu's power was greatly weakened, and his offense and defense had changed.

"Damn it."

Yan Xu's expression was extremely ferocious. Instead of weakening anything, it created three more saints in the heavens.

Facing the fierce attack from Patriarch Cang Xuan, he dared not be careless this time. As one's strength increased while the other's decreased, their strength was almost equal. This was truly shooting himself in the foot.

And this was not the end. Zhou Yuan and the other three saints were like a man in a deserted place on the battlefield, slaughtering the saint clan's powerful masters in the law domain as if they were chopping vegetables and melons. The aura of Patriarch Cang Xuan was becoming more and more terrifying, and it was already making his scalp numb.

Moreover, the Cang Xuan Seal and the Tianluo chessboard were entangled with each other, making it impossible for him to take them back for the time being.

Not long after, Patriarch Cang Xuan's saintly power reached the Double Lotus level, even stronger than Yan Xu.

At this moment, he felt like an idiot and began to doubt his life. He turned Patriarch Cang Xuan, a One-Lotus Saint, into a Double-Lotus Saint.

Although he would not be killed directly by Patriarch Cang Xuan, Yan Xu was very upset. He had never felt so aggrieved since he became a saint.

"Cang Xuan, Cang Xuantian should have two more lines of defense besides yours, right?"

"The Thunder Master of our clan should be dealing with that group soon. Can you resist them by then?"

Ancestor Cang Xuan said nothing, but just launched attacks blindly. I, Cang Xuantian, am not without the Three Lotus Saints, so let him come, and see if he can get out alive.

"You stay in the gourd first."

A colorful glazed gourd appeared. Patriarch Cang Xuan found the right opportunity and directly grabbed Yan Xu and stuffed him into the gourd. It was simple and rough.

Bang bang bang.

The colorful glazed gourd shook violently, and Yan Xu bombarded it frantically. Although Yan Xu was a Double Lotus Saint, the glazed gourd could still trap Yan Xu for a while.

"Hehe, I've been thinking about this for many years, and today I really caught a saint."

Ancestor Cang Xuan smiled proudly. He had no way to deal with Yan Xu, but Muchen definitely had a way.

With his full strength, Yan Xu would not be able to get out for a moment.

"Cang Xuan, you damned bastard."

Yan Xu's angry voice sounded. Being imprisoned as a saint was an extremely humiliating experience.

"Go ahead and curse me." Patriarch Cang Xuan said with a smile.

But soon, his expression turned serious. He felt a powerful aura, which was much more powerful than his current Shuanglian strength.

The ancient sage of thunder has arrived.

Suddenly, continuous thunder sounded between heaven and earth, and billions of lightning flashed in the void.

A figure holding a copper furnace slowly walked out from the lightning. There were billions of roaring thunders in the copper furnace.

"Ancient Saint holding the thunder!"

Patriarch Cang Xuan, Zhuan Zhu and others recognized this person's identity. He was one of the seven ancient saints of the Holy Clan and was at the level of the Three Lotus Saint. No one present could compete with him.

"You were able to capture Yanxu alive, Cang Xuan. You, who was once the Lord of Cang Xuantian, are quite something."

There was only indifference in the silver pupils of the Ancient Sage of Thunder. When he spoke, thunder continued between heaven and earth, and many people in the Dharma Realm felt that their bodies were about to collapse.

"There are three more saints. Cang Xuantian still has good fortune..."

Although Zhou Yuan and his companions became saints, they were only Lotus Saints, not worth mentioning in the eyes of him, the top saint.

"Trouble..."

The pressure from the ancient saints swept across the void. Zhou Yuan and his men protected the Dharma Realm. Otherwise, facing the pressure from the ancient saints, they would not be able to hold out for long.

It is difficult for a One Lotus Saint to defeat a Two Lotus Saint, let alone a Three Lotus Saint. All the saints present together may not be a match for the Lightning Saint. (End of this chapter)