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Within the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

Zhunti's pupils contracted sharply, and the Seven Treasures Tree in his palm flickered with light, the speed at which the seven-colored light swept down was three-tenths slower than before.

It's not that I don't want to move quickly.

It can't be rushed.

He stared intently at the Pangu phantom outside the formation, at the giant axe formed by the fusion of the three treasures in the phantom's right hand, and at the heaven-opening axe patterns flowing on the axe's body, his Buddhist light violently chaotic.

"Pangu's Axe..."

Zhunti's voice was hoarse, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with suppressed horror:

"It can actually recreate Pangu's Axe?"

The guide remained silent.

He simply chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and the guiding banner in his palm flashed with Buddha's light, causing the cracks on his golden body to spread again.

Those eyes, which had once held a deep compassion for the billionaires, were now filled with an unfathomable solemnity.

Pangu's Axe.

A divine artifact that created the world.

In ancient times, the great god Pangu used this axe to cleave the chaos, separate the clear from the turbid, and establish the earth, fire, water, and wind, thus giving rise to all things in the primordial world.

The power of this axe is enough to split the heavens.

And now, the axe has reappeared.

Although it was not personally held by Pangu, and was merely a phantom formed by the fusion of the Three Pure Ones' treasures, its power was less than even a fraction of what it was at the beginning of creation.

Yet that supreme power originating from Pangu and the creation of the world still sent a chill down Jieyin's spine.

Because the axe is not aimed at him now.

It is the Zhou Tian Star Array.

But what if the witch clan defeats the demon clan?

What if the phantom of Pangu, wielding an axe, breaks through the Zhou Tian Star Array, and Di Jun and Tai Yi are defeated, leading to the annihilation of the demon race?

At that time, the axe will be aimed at them!

These are the Four Saints trapped in the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, unable to advance or retreat!

"Amitabha......"

The guide chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, his tone mournful.

Zhunti's face turned ashen.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Yuanshi in the center of the formation, at Yuanshi's gloomy face.

Yuanshi did not speak.

He just stared intently at the Pangu phantom outside the formation, at the Pangu axe in the phantom's right hand, and at every pattern flowing on the axe.

The Jade Purity Immortal Light swirled wildly around him, chaotic and boiling, yet it failed to calm down for a long time.

His Pangu Banner.

He refined the Pangu Banner, which contained billions of dollars, merged with his mind and spirit, and entrusted a portion of the sacred path to it.

He was forcibly summoned away by the phantom of Pangu, which shattered his suppression, his authority over the Heavenly Dao, and his mental connection.

At this moment, his palms were empty, with only the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi hanging above his head, its radiance dimmed by three-tenths.

Lao Tzu was the same.

The Tai Chi symbol is gone.

His foundation was already damaged, and his cultivation level dropped to the early stage of the first heaven.

Now that the Tai Chi diagram has been seized, our fighting strength has been further diminished.

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, his body was surrounded by a thin purple aura, and even his breathing seemed weak.

"The Primordial Beginning..."

Laozi's voice was hoarse as he looked at the Jade Purity figure in the center of the formation:

"The Pangu Axe has appeared, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation binds...you and me..."

He didn't finish speaking.

The meaning behind his words was clear to all four sages present.

The appearance of Pangu's Axe signifies a surge in the fighting power of the Wu Clan.

The Zhou Tian Star Formation is likely to be difficult to withstand.

After the Witch Clan annihilated the Demon Clan, the phantom of Pangu arrived wielding an axe, joining forces with Tongtian Xuandu...

The four saints are trapped in the formation, how can they be stopped?

Zhunti gritted his teeth and frantically swung the Seven Treasures Tree in his palm, trying to open a corner of the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

It won't refresh.

The array remained completely still.

The four swords of the Immortal Executioner, suspended in the four directions with their tips pointing towards him, still exuded the same fierce and chilling sword intent as before.

Zhunti's face darkened completely.

"The Beginning!"

Zhunti suddenly turned his head, his voice filled with barely suppressed urgency:

"Say something!"

"With the appearance of Pangu's Axe, the Zhou Tian Star Array may not be able to withstand it!"

"When the Witch Clan destroys the Demon Clan, and the phantom of Pangu comes wielding an axe, how can you and I stop him?!"

Yuan has always been in motion.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Zhunti's ashen face, over Jieyin's solemn eyes, and over Laozi's deathly pale complexion.

Finally, the light landed on the figure in blue robes standing outside the formation, hands clasped behind his back amidst the chaotic halo.

Xuandu.

From beginning to end, there was no turning back.

He never glanced at the Pangu Axe from beginning to end.

It was as if the giant axe that could split the heavens was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

The pupils of the primordial beings contracted slightly.

He suddenly remembered three days ago.

Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Temple.

Xuandu entered the sacred land of the Witch Clan alone and had a secret conversation with the eleven Ancestral Witches.

What were they talking about?

He tried to deduce it, but couldn't.

The Chaos Pearl concealed the secrets of heaven, and he could not deduce any of Xuandu's movements.

But he could deduce the existence of the witch clan.

The Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation can be deduced.

The phantom image of Pangu was deduced.

But what about Pangu's Axe?

The treasures are combined to recreate the Pangu Axe.

Even Yuan Shi himself had never deduced this matter in the slightest.

Because it has never happened before.

After Pangu separated heaven and earth, the three treasures of the Three Pure Ones returned to their respective owners: the Taiji Diagram returned to Laozi, the Pangu Banner returned to Yuanshi, and the Qingping Sword returned to Tongtian.

The three treasures have never been combined.

No one has ever thought of merging them.

But at this moment, they have merged.

It was fused in the hands of the phantom of Pangu.

On the battlefield of the Lich War, they merged.

After Xuandu appeared, it merged with him.

Yuan Shi suddenly understood.

"Xuan Du..."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice hoarse:

"You even foresaw this...?"

As soon as he finished speaking, not only did Yuanshi stare intently at Xuandu, but Tongtian also glanced at his disciple.

Tongtian noticed the utterly calm and unwavering gaze in Xuandu's eyes.

Xuandu had clearly anticipated this.

From the moment Pangu's phantom solidified into three parts, to the moment the supreme treasure was summoned and fused, and then to the moment Pangu's axe reappeared in the world.

Xuandu had foreseen all of this.

A glint of sword light flashed in Tongtian's eyes, but he remained silent.

He simply watched the figure in blue standing in the chaotic halo, and gazed into those eyes that remained as calm as an ancient well.

Xuan didn't even turn around.

He didn't even look at Yuanshi, Tongtian, or the giant axe that hung in the hand of the phantom of Pangu, a weapon powerful enough to split the heavens and earth.

He simply raised his eyes slowly.

Looking out to the thirty-three heavens.

There, high in the sky, purple mist swirls.

Zixiao Palace.

Xuan Du's gaze was calm, as if piercing through the endless void and layers of heavenly laws, landing on the ancient palace that had been suspended in chaos since the beginning of time.

He saw it.

I saw that hazy figure in front of the Zixiao Palace.

He wore a gray Taoist robe, had white hair that reached his shoulders, an ancient face, and indifferent eyes.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

A supreme being who is in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, who governs the primordial order, and who overlooks the birth and death of countless eons.

He stood with his hands behind his back in front of the Zixiao Palace, his gaze lowered.

It fell on him.

Xuan Du's lips slowly curved into a very faint smile.

It's not a provocation.

It's not fear.

It was simply understood.

From the moment Tongtian appeared, he sensed that gaze.

His gaze was so faint that he wouldn't have noticed it unless it was deliberately revealed.

After all, he was only at the second level of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

Hongjun, however, was in harmony with the Heavenly Dao and surpassed all the saints.

If Hongjun doesn't want him to notice, he won't be able to sense even the slightest thing, no matter how many methods he uses.

But Hongjun made him sense it.

That's attitude.

"Don't go too far."

This is what Hongjun wanted to say.

Xuan Du understands.

The Lich Wars are a predetermined fate.

The witch clan is doomed, and the demon clan is doomed.

Both races must withdraw from the primordial stage to make way for the rise of the human race.

This is an inevitable trend, and it cannot be reversed.

He can help the witch clan, restrain the demon clan, and set up the Pangu Axe scheme.

But we cannot let the witch clan win.

The ultimate outcome of the great calamity cannot be changed.

Otherwise, Hongjun would intervene.

Otherwise, Xuandu would have made his move long ago; how could he have allowed Laozi and the other three to break the formation in peace?