The cold wind, blood stained the sky, and the LingXiao Temple crashed to the ground from the 33rd heaven with rolling black smoke.


    In mid air, Yang Xuan stood with a negative hand. "Tell me, where are the saints? Half of the West has been destroyed and the heaven has fallen. To this extent, the saints have not made a move? This is the disappearance of the saints? I think they are missing."


    Houtu said with a relaxed face, "hehe, are you sure you want to know that after all, I can''t hide from the sage''s deduction of the secret of heaven, but you are different. You are not a person in the world at all. It is estimated that even the sage can''t deduce your heel."


    Looking at the back land of light clouds, Yang Xuan''s eyebrows picked, "you are very calm. In case the saints come back, even if they come back, you will be miserable. Aren''t you afraid?"


    "What are you afraid of? Barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes. Anyway, I''m the only zuwu left. Life or death depends on God''s will, saint? I can''t fight, but don''t try to enslave me." Houtu obviously said a little determined.


    "To be frank, what are they doing, fighting with saints? Just think about it."


    Houtu thought about it and wanted to use the divine idea to preach, "receive and guide, zhunti, Lao Tzu, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian cult leader and Nuwa besieged Hongjun."


    Yang Xuan stared unbelievably, isn''t it fake? How is that possible? Can fairyland still do this?


    "Are you kidding?" Yang Xuan replied.


    "Although I can''t deduce the secret of heaven, it''s the most reasonable explanation to combine a little clues from the dead immortal soul. Otherwise, when we destroy the heaven, even if other saints don''t do it, the Taoist ancestor will do it."


    Yang Xuan scratched his head with both hands. Obviously, he was a little confused about the information of the backland. It was too shocking.


    "Did they hit the aisle?"


    "I don''t know. They have disappeared for many years. After the saints disappeared, the heaven began to be unstable, and gradually they began to enslave all the people in the world."


    No, no, the news was too hot. Yang Xuan couldn''t help lighting a cigarette and tried to calm his mood.


    "First of all, what is a saint? In my impression, a saint is a powerful existence. How strong is it? I have no bottom in my heart. After all, I haven''t had a hand. It''s hard to say everything." Yang Xuan still asked the question he was most worried about.


    "Saints are the great Luo Jinxian of the Hunyuan Dynasty, who rule the universe, survive all kinds of disasters, and are not stained with cause and effect. They often exist with heaven and the Tao. Saints occupy the most important part of the whole world. In other words, the more saints, the stronger the Tao of heaven and the stronger the Tao of heaven, the more saints they can accommodate."


    "The sage is almost omniscient and omnipotent. The sage is both the Tao and knows everything. Looking at the world at a glance, now, the future, evolution in the palm, time and space, birth and death, reincarnation, thought movement, freedom, change in the Tao of heaven, immortality, immortality, eternal existence, beyond time and space."


    "Under the saints, all are mole ants. If they can''t become saints, even if they are infinitely close to the saints, they will eventually be mole ants. They can''t last forever. For the saints, they can be eliminated without effort."


    When Yang Xuan grew up, he looked at Houtu in surprise and murmured, "what a fart? Haven''t your twelve ancestors played with the saints?"


    "Yes!"


    "Isn''t it that saints are invincible?"


    "When we gather together, we can use the great array of Twelve Gods and evil spirits, which can condense Pangu''s real body. Although we can''t press the saint, we can also compete with a saint with poor strength."


    Yang Xuan gave a thumbs up and listened to the strength of the saints trembling. Not to mention the strength of zuwu, just this courage to face the saints is not what ordinary people can have.


    "What do you think is the probability of winning against the sage with my strength?" Yang Xuan still didn''t give up and asked.


    "Zero!!!"


    "I mean all my strength."


    "I don''t know all your strength. I know you still hide your cards, right, but I don''t see it." The Houtu was a little dissatisfied and left Yang Xuan. They all fought together. Up to now, they still hide themselves. Why are they so manly.


    On this day, all the creatures in the fairyland, the world and the underworld were pressed to the ground with an incredible momentum.


    Yang Xuan looked at his pale face frightened by his momentum and said, "can I fight the sage with my strength?"


    "But you can try. How can you be so strong? It''s incredible. In the wasteland world, it''s impossible to surpass saints. After all, heaven governs saints. No creature can surpass saints unless it becomes saints."


    "The way of heaven? This is your way of heaven, not mine. You can''t control me. Are you ready? When you''re ready, we''ll go to Zixiao palace to see what''s going on."


    "Let''s go." Houtu readily accepted it.


    They flew towards the Zixiao palace in the 33rd heaven. Yang Xuan didn''t know the location, but the backland could know where it was. The former Zixiao palace was hidden in chaos all the year round, and they didn''t know when it began to float on the 33rd heaven.


    Facing the Jiutian vigorous wind, they turned into a streamer and appeared in front of Zixiao palace. In Yang Xuan''s impression, Zixiao Palace should be purple. It''s not big. After all, Hongjun was the only one who died. He was adding several servants.


    But unexpectedly, Zixiao palace is very huge, simple and boundless. The whole palace is like a whole, as if it was carved from a complete piece of material.


    "Yang Xuan, look." Houtu pointed around Zixiao palace and said in surprise.


    Yang Xuan looked intently and saw that there was a chain dozens of meters thick that tied the Zixiao palace in this position. The chain was large and small for several days. Where the tail link was unknown. It must have imprisoned the Zixiao palace here.


    Yang Xuan shook his head. He didn''t know what was going on inside. In front of the palace, Yang Xuan took a deep breath and walked in.


    The palace is huge, but there is no pillar or lamp, but the whole palace is very bright.


    When they came to the back hall, bursts of powerful pressure suddenly appeared. I saw seven people sitting on futons in the whole back hall, looking solemn.


    Among them, the law chain of Tao emerged from six people, which was twisted with the law chain of an old man led by him.


    "Do you really think that saints will not die?" The old man said slowly, without any mood fluctuations.


    "People in the world should not be in a cage..."


    "We shouldn''t be in a cage..."


    "Master, you have entered the devil''s way......"


    "We are willing to help you..."


    Several tall saints sat in the back hall. While talking, the dragon and tiger breathed, which made the Zixiao palace vibrate faintly.


    The old man, besieged by the crowd with white hair and beard, suddenly opened his eyes. There was no emotion in his eyes, but his expression was kind.


    "Make trouble while I''m injured. Well, you''re really my good disciples."