However, it can be seen from the naked eye that under the suction force, the colorful prohibition transformed by the Seven Treasures Tree continues to move towards the direction of the map of mountains, rivers and the country. If this continues, it will take only three or two breaths to be swallowed!

At this time, the Saint Cunti sat cross-legged in the air, his eyes were looking at the nose, his nose was looking at the heart, his hands were folded together, and there were words in his mouth. Widths of golden Buddha light continued to bloom around him, and it instantly illuminated the entire three realms!

From the thirty-third level of heaven to the eighteenth level of hell, where the Buddha's light passes, all the diseases of ordinary people will be eliminated, the monks will advance greatly, and the resentment of evil ghosts will gradually dissipate, which will make all sentient beings and tribes in the three realms of heaven and earth chant the Buddha's name in their mouths.

And in the golden light, a golden body that looked like gold cast was revealed to the world. The Buddha was six feet tall, had thousands of arms, had a compassionate face, and was solemn in treasure, but it was the great magical power created by the two saints of Buddhism. It is said that once this magical power is achieved, all evil will be warded off, and all things will not touch, and there will be an unexpected divine power to save all sentient beings and eliminate thousands of demons!

But the six-meter-long golden body suddenly smiled under the control of the Saint Zhunti, and formed a flower-picking seal, pushing the colorful ban transformed into the Seven Treasures Tree. Suddenly, the restriction that was originally constantly pulled by the Mountains, Rivers and Country Map was stuck in the air. Then, no matter how Nuwa activated the Mountains, Rivers and Country Map, the seven-color ban was still unmoved, and it seemed as if it had taken root immediately!

Nuwa felt secretly angry when she saw this. The map of mountains, rivers and the country contained a vast world, with great mystery and unpredictable power, but that was in the picture. If the enemy could not be taken in, even if there were huge means, it would be difficult to use. In the past, she used this picture to be unable to beat the enemy. Today, she showed this picture with a bright sword and a spear, but she was very angry for a moment, and it was inevitable that she would be blocked.

However, a woman has always been narrow-minded, and there is no need to mention the Nuwa who is used to being flattered by her usual pampering life. Because of a poem by King Zhou, she destroyed the Great Shang Dynasty and provoked the great disaster of the gods. At present, the Saint of Cunti is insulting her in front of the gods and demons of the Three Realms. How could she let this guy go?!

"Golden body of six feet, I will smash you to pieces today!" Nuwa shouted sharply, pinched the magic trick in her hand, and a red light broke through the air and flew straight towards the colorful glow!

The red light contained a vast power that was enough to destroy the world. Even the third level of the quasi-saint of heaven was sweating all over and was restless when they saw this. Because the power in the red light was leaking, it was enough to easily kill them!

All ants are under the saints, and the third level of the quasi-saint is just a bigger ants, and they are not worth mentioning in front of the power of the saints.

"Saint... this is the saint..." Mo Yuan stared at the red light with his eyes fixed on the red light. With his current practice, he also felt the strong threat of life and death and his own insignificance in the red light. That is the power of the saint. No wonder after so many ten thousand years, so many quasi-saints of the third heaven still had to fight for the Hongmeng purple aura!

A desire suddenly arose in Mo Yuan's heart, which was an impulse to enter a higher level, and a life instinct!

For gods and demons, practicing is to fight against the will of heaven and to earn your life. If you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening...

"Amitabha!"

As the red eyes were about to hit the Seven Treasures Tree, a huge Buddha's name suddenly rang out of nowhere, and then a golden light of merit appeared out of nowhere, blocking the red light and blocking the red light.

Only then did the gods and demons see clearly the red light, but it was an exquisite and delicate red hydrangea. The golden light of merit was lingering. It was the innate spiritual treasure that Hongjun Daozu and the map of mountains, rivers and the country.

This innate spiritual treasure looks ordinary, but it controls the marriage between heaven and earth. Nuwa uses this to prove her marriage to Emperor and Xihe and obtain great merits. In the future, whenever someone gets married and worships the world, this red hydrangea can get a trace of merit. Over time, the merit is so huge. Over the years, this innate spiritual treasure has been sacrificed and trained into an innate merit spirit treasure. Although it is not as powerful as the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda of the Heaven and Earth, its power is far better than that of the other idle spiritual treasures!

And next to the red hydrangea was a twelve-grade lotus platform that emitted endless golden light of merit. The rich power of merit was not less than that of the red hydrangea. It was the twelve-grade golden lotus transformed by one of the four lotus seeds of the Chaos Green Lotus. It was the treasure that Hongjun Daozu held against the demon ancestor Luohu.

Above the twelve-grade merit golden lotus, there was an old monk sitting cross-legged. The old monk was thin, with a pale complexion, wearing a blue monk's robe, and his whole body was filled with a sense of sadness. Who was the guide saint of the Buddhist sect?

Looking at the person who came, even as strong as Nuwa, she felt a little afraid. It should be noted that the hydrangea she had just taken with hatred, and used ten percent of her magic power. If it hit the three realms, it would be enough to shatter the four continents and completely destroy the entire three realms. However, this Buddha appeared silently and took her red hydrangea in an understatement. The magical powers she showed were clearly better than her!

Among the saints, there are also strong and weak. The most recognized strongest is the Supreme Saint who sits in the Tushita Palace. Although this quiet and inactive Taishang Laojun rarely interferes in the Three Realms, the scene of using the technique of purifying the Three Pure Ones to break up the Zhuxian Sword Formation and dealing with the Tongtian Sect Master is still imprinted in the hearts of the saints.

That was the Zhuxian Sword Formation that could not be broken by the four saints. Looking at Laojun's appearance at that time, if he was really determined, it would be no problem to break the Zhuxian Sword Formation!

No one of Laojun could compete with him, and the saints below him were the three who led the Buddha, Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Sect Master.

The Buddha of Guizhi has never confronted other saints head-on, but even the arrogant leader of Tongtian had to admit that this is a powerful existence that is enough to confront the Supreme Laojun. No matter who faces this saint, he will feel a little unfathomable. The depth of this saint is the Laojun who sits upright in Tushita Palace cannot see through it!

"I didn't expect that your temperament would also interfere in this matter with the help of Brother Guizhi." Nuwa said with a serious expression, obviously the pressure on her face was very heavy.

In fact, there are very few moments of attracting the saints to take action. Even Zhunti suffered a great loss. For example, the time when Mo Yuanqi was cut off by the Tongtian Sect Master before, the saints did not fight with Tongtian, but instead agreed to this matter.

"Amitabha, the empress's move is too severe, and it almost caused an irreversible disaster. Even if the old monk doesn't take action, I believe the elder brother will not stand by and watch." The saint in a deep voice, his tone full of solemnity.

When Zhunti and Nuwa heard this, they thought of the scene just now, and a fear rose from their hearts.

The two saints attacked each other, not at the Three Realms, but at the other side. The aftermath of magic power was enough to kill most of the creatures in the Three Realms. If the saint had just been led to the attack, it would have been like the Red Hydrangea that hit the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree. At this moment, I am afraid that the two of them would have been boundlessly killed. Dao Zu Hongjun, who had never appeared since the great disaster of claiming to be a god, would have come down from the Zixiao Palace to find trouble for them!

One of the two men took action with anger and the other responded in a hurry. They were both impulsive. At this moment, the Buddha was guided to point out the consequences. Nothing was left now. Nuwa raised her hand and put away the map of mountains, rivers, country and red hydrangea. Zhunti also put away the seven treasures and the six-meter golden body. Nuwa said sincerely: "This time, Nuwa is going to thank the senior brother Jiegui to take action."

Zhiyin nodded, but said nothing, but Zhunti muttered to himself: "The words of mortal tigress are truly not to deceive others."

"What did you say?!"

Nuwa's hearing was so keen that she looked over with cold eyes, and her eyes were full of cold light.

Zhunti was shocked and was reluctant to fight Nuwa, who was ignorant of the seriousness of the attack. He immediately said: "I said that my senior brother took action in time to stop the disaster and have great merits."

"This is almost the same!" Nuwa said angrily, but she was too lazy to argue with Zhunti.

Zhunti said again: "Fellow Taoist Zhenyuanzi, my monk and my monk are all here, so you can hand over the ginseng fruit tree. We planted it by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool. I believe that the Eight Treasures Merit Pool water will be very beneficial to the ginseng fruit tree."

Zhen Yuanzi looked ugly. This saint of Zhunti was so greedy. Not only did he want Hongmeng purple energy, but he also wanted his ginseng fruit tree. He was really shameless!

But he couldn't. After all, the three saints in the sky were in front of each other, and the two were Buddhist saints. The Buddhist sect was powerful and he was not a saint. How could he compete?

Not only did he look ugly, but the powerful people watching the battle here all looked ugly, except for Buddhism.

There is only one purple qi in Hongmeng. If Buddhism has obtained it, there will be no more dramas. Those quasi-saints without background are fine, and those like Kunpeng are almost glaring out!

"Empress, you..."

Kunpeng said that he wanted Nuwa to fight for another, but halfway through his words, Nuwa shook his head at him, indicating that there was no need to be anxious. Kunpeng had to suppress his anxious heart and wait quietly.

Zhen Yuanzi hesitated for a while, but before he could think clearly, the Buddha said, "Fellow Taoist Zhen Yuanzi, the old monk, is just a joke, but he cannot take it true. This Hongmeng purple qi is a person who escaped under the heavenly way. After so many years of understanding, since he cannot become a saint, I think he has no fate with this thing. You should hand it over. The old monk and others will definitely find a person with fate for him."

What is the law of destiny? It is naturally the law of destiny among Buddhists.

With this Hongmeng purple qi, I am afraid that the two Buddhist saints have the hope of becoming the three saints, and the three saints join forces, so what about the three primitives of Taoism?!

Zhen Yuanzi sighed, and the Hongmeng purple qi that he said had no chance of being with him, but it was true. Otherwise, he would have become a saint for thousands of years.
Chapter completed!