Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 362 Another Attack on the Saint Zhunti Leads to His Defeated Escape

However, Taiqing, Yuqing, and Jieyin had a glint in their eyes, hoping that their junior brother would step up and severely injure Zhao Gongming, so that they could have time to break the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

It has to be said that the three of them faced immense pressure from the Zhuxian Sword Formation unleashed at full power by the Tongtian Sect Leader.

If this continues, the boundless malevolent energy of the primordial world will be drawn into the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation. Let alone breaking the formation, they probably won't even be able to protect themselves.

In one corner of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, Zhao Gongming looked at Zhunti, whose face was contorted with rage and who was not far from him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Unbeknownst to him, a cluster of precious pearls had appeared in his hand. The pearls shimmered with a warm, gentle light, emitting a hazy, azure divine glow that even the waters of the four seas could not describe.

This treasure is none other than the thirty-six Sea-Stabilizing Pearls, which are among the most precious innate treasures and top-tier water-based treasures.

"Spatial confinement!"

Within Zhao Gongming's body, the magical power of a Primordial Golden Immortal slowly surged in. Almost instantly, boundless hazy divine light suddenly erupted from the thirty-six Sea-Stabilizing Pearls!

Time, space, and years seemed to be frozen in that instant.

The ever-flowing river of time and space seemed to come to an abrupt halt at this moment.

In mid-air, the endless, silent Buddhist thunder suddenly stopped before this hazy, aquamarine divine light that imprisoned time, space, and years, and then collapsed and dissipated at an extremely fast speed!

The boundless power of the Six Roots Pure Bamboo, now fully restored, and the blessed pestle, mysteriously stopped in mid-air.

Even with the surge of Daoist energy above the Lingbao, it was completely to no avail.

Aside from Lingbao, even Zhunti Daoist, who was speeding through the air and almost blending into space, suddenly trembled and slowed down. In just a few breaths, he was also imprisoned in mid-air!

Just then, Zhao Gongming's eyes suddenly lit up, and the Primordial Measuring Ruler appeared in his hand!

"kill!"

His voice was unusually calm, and the Primordial Measuring Ruler suddenly unleashed a dense aura of law before crashing down!

"boom!"

With a thunderous roar, the Primordial Measuring Ruler seemed to have transformed into the sharpest thing in the world, cutting through everything!

"Whoosh!"

Zhunti's body, which was suspended in mid-air, was instantly split in two by the stunning Hongmeng Measuring Ruler!

The saint has fallen, and heaven and earth grieve together. Within the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, a torrential downpour suddenly began, the rain a blood-red color.

Outside the Zhuxian Sword Formation, Zhunti perished once again.

Suddenly, the world was thrown into turmoil again, with muffled thunder rumbling incessantly and the sound of torrential rain echoing throughout the land!

An overwhelming sadness rose uncontrollably in the hearts of countless people!

"A sage has fallen! Another sage has fallen!"

Outside the World Tree, countless powerful divine beings exchanged thoughts.

"The fall of sages is unprecedented, yet it is happening one after another!"

"May I ask which sage has fallen this time?"

A newly enlightened quasi-saint asked a question.

"It should be the Sage Cundi, one of the two sages of the West!"

"How did you figure that out, fellow Daoist?"

The person who answered pointed to the west, to the sacred land of Sumeru, and said, "If one of the two Western Saints had not perished, why would the Western disciples act in such a manner?"

The man looked westward and saw countless Western disciples on Mount Sumeru clutching their chests, tears streaming down their faces. The sight was heartbreaking and brought tears to the eyes of all who heard it.

Amidst the endless sea of ​​blood, watching Zhao Gongming slaughter the saint, behind the Styx River, the Avici Sword and the Yuan Tu Sword trembled uncontrollably, as if they also wanted to drink the saint's blood.

Within the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, Zhao Gongming once again successfully slayed a Saint.

A few breaths later, the situation ahead changed, and dense Heavenly Dao power was reflected into the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

The supreme mysteries of the Heavenly Dao unfold, evolving into boundless creative power.

With the support of abundant Heavenly Dao power, Zhunti's figure was restored inch by inch and reappeared.

But this time, his aura weakened considerably, his face turned pale, and his eyes became even more ruthless and murderous!

"hateful!"

Zhunti's anger soared to a fever pitch, but his expression grew increasingly grave!

The Zhao Gongming before him was no longer a junior disciple, but an opponent of the same level. If he continued to be so careless, he would surely be defeated today!

Even if he takes it seriously, his own nephew has countless treasures, so he definitely won't have the upper hand in a head-on fight.

At the same time, Zhunti felt the baleful aura within the great formation constantly rising, and he felt even more uneasy.

The malevolent energy within the Zhuxian Sword Formation grew stronger with each passing moment and breath.

If things continue like this, breaking the Myriad Immortals Formation will be virtually impossible.

At that time, let alone revitalizing the West, even the very traditions of Western religions will likely face a huge threat.

For Zhunti, the deputy leader of the Western Religion who was determined to revive the Western Religion, this was absolutely intolerable!

Having thought of this, Zhunti had no more hesitation. He transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the battlefield where Taiqing and the other two were located.

"Oh? You want to break my Ten Thousand Immortals Formation?"

Seeing that Zhunti had fled, Zhao Gongming had an idea and immediately gave chase!

At the center of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, the Tongtian Sect Leader wielded the Zhuxian Sword, the Xianxian Sword, the Juexian Sword, and the Luxian Sword, confronting the Three Saints. The boundless Zhuxian Sword Qi tore through space and spread to every inch of the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword, the Immortal-Trapping Sword, the Immortal-Slaying Sword, and the Immortal-Severing Sword were all at his disposal, no, they even seemed to have become his arms, a perfect harmony between man and nature.

Wherever the four swords passed, space was shattered, time and space were cut apart, and even the raging earth, fire, water and wind were reduced to annihilation. This was the supreme destruction and the supreme annihilation.

At this moment, the Tongtian Sect Leader seemed to have returned to the time before he became a saint, when he traveled alone through the primordial world and was undefeated in countless battles.

Opposite the Tongtian Sect Leader, the three saints Taiqing, Yuqing, and Jieyin, wielding their supreme treasures, exuded boundless, ineffable, and supremely mysterious auras, unleashing unparalleled devastation in a triangular formation, tightly surrounding the Tongtian Sect Leader in the battle circle.

As the four battle intensified and the magical treasures wreaked havoc, the surrounding situation underwent a terrifying change.

Time and space ceased to exist, space ceased to exist, and even the four cornerstones that constituted the world—earth, fire, water, and wind—seemed to have disappeared. Endless twilight rose around them, evolving into chaos. The four sages fought in this chaotic zone, determining the victor!

It seemed like a fleeting moment, yet it also seemed like billions of years had passed.

"Rip!"

Just then, a great change occurred in the chaotic battlefield. A seven-colored light suddenly appeared in one corner of the battlefield. Then, the seven-colored light became more and more intense, and finally broke through the corner of the chaos, and a figure flashed in.

"Fellow disciples, I've come to help you break this Ten Thousand Immortals Formation!"

Zhunti, holding the Seven Wonders Tree in one hand and the Six Pure Bamboo in the other, rushed towards the battlefield, but before he could get close, he was blown away by the incomparably terrifying Daoist energy.

Zhunti's face turned pale, and he gasped for breath. He gasped, "Hiss, they actually fought to this extent."

Zhunti exhaled a deep breath of turbid air, and the power accumulated within his body over countless millennia poured out, all of it flowing into the Seven Wonders Tree and the Six Pure Bamboos, before he could barely join the battle.

(End of this chapter)