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Lao Tzu's face turned ashen.

He gazed at Shenni, at Zhen Yuanzi, and at the Styx River.

A chill ran through me.

Xuandu is going to kill Yuanshi.

They should kill him too.

That man in blue was going to capture all the Heavenly Saints in one fell swoop.

"Shennie, you, a king of ferocious beasts, dare to stop me?"

When Lao Tzu spoke, his voice was hoarse.

"Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Dao Ancestor?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Ni slowly grinned, revealing his gleaming white fangs.

"The Dao Ancestor?"

"He's barely able to take care of himself, how could he possibly have the time to worry about you?"

Lao Tzu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Can't even protect themselves?

Dao Ancestor?

What does this mean?

"Shennie, what did you say?"

Shen Ni did not answer, but simply raised his hand, and a blood-gold light surged from his palm, condensing into a huge pillar of light.

Bombard me hard!

"boom!!!"

As the beam of light fell, the Eight Views Palace trembled violently.

The purple clouds shattered, and the green jade splashed everywhere.

Lao Tzu gritted his teeth and raised his hand to block.

The purple-purple light surged like a tide, colliding violently with the blood-gold pillar of light.

"boom!!!"

The two forces collided, and the void shattered.

Laozi staggered back several steps, his face deathly pale.

Even with the Heavenly Dao's blessing, a peak-level Ninth Heaven cultivator fighting a Seventh Heaven cultivator is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Zhen Yuanzi stood in the void, his blue robe fluttering in the wind.

He looked at Lao Tzu, his deep eyes filled with complex emotions.

Back then, in the Zixiao Palace, he and Laozi were ranked among the three thousand guests.

Back then, on the Treasure-Gathering Cliff, he was ranked alongside Lao Tzu as a great being.

Now, however, he wants to personally surround and kill Lao Tzu.

Although it was not my wish, I had no choice but to do it.

"Fellow Daoist Laozi."

Zhen Yuanzi spoke, his voice low and deep.

"I'm sorry."

"In the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, each will rely on their own abilities."

"We each serve our own masters, and today we can only meet on the battlefield."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and the illusory image of the Earth Book surged from his palm, transforming into a yellow light curtain that enveloped the Eight Views Palace.

Within that light screen, the primordial essence of the earth surged like a tide.

They completely blocked Lao Tzu's escape route.

Styx stood beside Zhen Yuanzi, his red robe fluttering in the wind.

He didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and unleashed the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords simultaneously.

Two sword lights slashed fiercely towards Laozi!

"boom!"

"boom!!!"

Two loud bangs were heard, and the Eight Views Palace trembled violently.

Laozi's body swayed, and the purple light of his Dao dimmed like a candle flickering in the wind.

He stared at the three figures surrounding him, at that fierce face, at that complex face, at that indifferent face.

A chill ran through me.

He can't escape, and he can't win.

All we can do is wait, wait for the Dao Ancestor Hongjun to make a move, wait for that glimmer of hope.

"it is good."

"What a magnificent Xuandu."

When Lao Tzu spoke, his voice was hoarse.

"What a formidable sect, the Jie Sect!"

"What a brilliant encirclement and annihilation strategy."

"If you want to kill me, then come."

"Even if I die, I'll take someone down with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and a Tai Chi diagram emerged from the depths of his dantian, hovering above his head.

The colors black and white flowed endlessly, and the yin and yang energies surged like the tide.

The Tai Chi symbol is one of the three treasures created at the beginning of time, and it was transformed from the back of Pangu's axe.

It can determine the earth, water, fire, and wind, and can manifest yin and yang and the five elements.

With this map in hand, although he cannot turn the tables, he can at least hold out for a little longer.

Shen Ni gazed at the Taiji diagram, his blood-gold eyes flashing with light.

"The Tai Chi symbol?"

"It's definitely a good product."

"But do you think you can stop me with this map?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and unleashed another beam of blood-gold light!

Lao Tzu gritted his teeth, and the black and white colors of the Tai Chi symbol shone brightly.

The yin and yang energies transformed into a light curtain, protecting the entire body.

"boom!!!"

As the beam of light fell, the Tai Chi diagram trembled violently.

Laozi staggered back several steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't back down.

Because he knew that retreat meant death.

We can only wait for that sliver of hope.

......

Mount Sumeru.

As dusk settled, the golden light dimmed.

At the Eight Treasures Merit Pond, lotus flowers withered and the water became murky.

The two golden figures remained seated there, as if they were fossils.

Jieyin closed his eyes and slowly moved the prayer beads in his palm, but the movement was more than ten times faster than usual.

Zhunti lowered his head, his thin face no longer displaying any spirit.

Suddenly, the two opened their eyes at the same time, and the light in their eyes, which had been filled with pity for the billionaires, suddenly froze.

They heard the voice coming from the direction of Kunlun Mountain, piercing through the void, penetrating the layers of restrictions of Mount Sumeru, and falling directly into their ears.

"Big brother, save me!!!"

That was the voice of the Primordial Beginning, the leader of the Chan Sect, the true successor of Pangu, a sage of the seventh heaven, who was actually calling for help.

Zhunti trembled all over, his voice hoarse:

"Senior brother, it's Yuanshi!"

The guide's expression changed slightly, he put his hands together in prayer, and softly chanted the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha……"

Before he could finish speaking, he shuddered again.

A sudden burst of light shone in those compassionate eyes.

He sensed three extremely strong, powerful, and domineering auras coming from the direction of Shouyang Mountain.

They are now completely surrounding the Eight Views Palace.

A path, pitch black as ink, radiating malevolence.

A figure in a green robe fluttered in the wind, his authentic origins flowing like a tide.

A figure in a crimson robe, as red as blood, exuded a murderous aura.

Shen Ni, Zhen Yuanzi, and Minghe.

The three of them joined forces to kill Laozi.

Jieyin's pupils contracted sharply, and the color drained from his face instantly.

"Not just the beginning!"

"My fellow Daoist Laozi has also been surrounded and killed!"

Zhunti's face darkened, and he immediately stood up and paced back and forth.

His voice trembled:

"Senior brother, this time, Xuandu is determined to eliminate us completely!"

"He doesn't just want to exclude the Ten Thousand Immortals of the Jie Sect from the list!"

"He also wants to destroy Yuanshi, destroy Laozi, and destroy us!"

"He intends to wipe out all the Heavenly Saints in one fell swoop!"

As the sound faded, a sudden gust of night wind swept across Mount Sumeru.

The wind stirs the withered lotus flowers by the pond and stirs the murky water.

The wind stirred Zhunti's golden monk's robe.

Jieyin remained silent, gazing at Zhunti and his junior brother's anxious face.

The face that had once held so much pity for the billionaires was now filled with bitterness.

"Junior brother, what do you think we should do?"

Zhunti gritted his teeth and took a step forward:

"Senior brother! Before Xuandu makes a move, let's hurry to Zixiao Palace!"

"Let's go to the Dao Ancestor's place and avoid his sharp edge!"

"If we had been a step too late, we might have ended up in the same footsteps as Yuanshi and Laozi!"

The sound faded, like the evening drum and the morning bell.

Jieyin looked at him, remained silent for a long time, and then slowly shook his head.

The head-shaking motion was very light, but it carried a sense of helplessness that came from seeing through the ways of the world.

"Junior brother, you're right. You and I should go to Zixiao Palace."

"But when Fellow Daoist Laozi and Fellow Daoist Yuanshi were surrounded and killed, how could Xuandu have forgotten the two of us?"

Zhunti shuddered, his face turning deathly pale.

Jieyin slowly rose to his feet.

He stood with his hands behind his back by the pond, his golden monk's robe hanging down, the light of the Buddha flickering.

He raised his eyes and looked out of Mount Sumeru.

Looking out at the endless void, looking out at the surging twilight.

"Junior brother, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave Mount Sumeru."

"Xuan Du's plans are flawless. Since he could send Taotie to besiege and kill Yuan Shi, he could also send Shen Ni to besiege and kill Lao Zi."

"Why wouldn't they have laid an ambush here?"

"If you and I take just one step off Mount Sumeru, we will be walking into a trap."

Zhunti collapsed to the ground, gazing at Jieyin, at his senior brother's calm yet despairing face.

A chill ran through me.

Senior brother is right, Xuandu's calculations are flawless.

Since he could foresee that Yuanshi would ask for help and Laozi would take action.

How could they not have foreseen that the two of them would escape?

How could they not have set up a net of heaven and earth outside Mount Sumeru?