"hehe!"

Yuanling was covered with black mist, making it impossible to see how he looked. He let out a chuckle and slowly turned back to Ye Xuan and said, "My good disciple, how could he bear to watch you die at the hands of others?"

"Yes, if I die at their hands, I'm afraid your plan will fail." Ye Xuan's voice gradually calmed down, and the golden light of merit was once again fierce, allowing him to speed up his pace of tribulation.

Ye Xuan had calmed down. He knew that this was not the time to reminisce about the past with Yuan Ling. He was passing through the tribulation. What he was passing through was the third tribulation of heaven. Only by truly overcoming the disaster in front of him could he be qualified to face everything.

"Where is the sacred fellow Taoist?"

Suddenly, Yuanshi Tianzun took a step forward, looked at Yuan Ling with his eyes solemnly, and his eyes were even more shocked and inconclusive.

"Amitabha!"

The two Western saints clasped their hands together and recited the Buddha's name, saying, "Fellow Taoist is not a saint, but he has a cultivation level that is not inferior to us. I wonder what the relationship between me and Ye Xuan?"

The two Western Saints recognized Yuan Ling at a glance. The last time they appeared in the Western Paradise, but they did not leave this person behind. This has always been a heart-wrenching problem for both of them. At this moment, Ye Xuan was facing a crisis of death and the other party appeared again. Obviously, the relationship between the two was absolutely extraordinary.

Not only the two Western saints and Yuanshi Tianzun were in a heavy mood, but the other saints were also inexplicably surprised because the Yuanling was too mysterious and weird.

It is a fantasy and even more unbelievable.

There are all ants under the saints. This is not just a saying, but an iron rule that has never changed forever. But today the appearance of the Yuan Spirit has broken this iron rule!

In the past, Hongjun Daozu once said that there are only seven saints in this world. At this moment, the seven saints have already understood why there are still figures comparable to those of saints? Could it be that Hongjun Daozu is lying?

"You so-called saints are just frogs in the well. Although my disciple is a little bit naughty, how can you watch him die in your hands?" Yuan Ling carried his hands on his back, and a wisp of black mist wrapped around him, his voice was low and hoarse.

"Are you Ye Xuan's master? Are you Yuan Ling?" The leader of Tongtian frowned, and his eyes looked at Yuan Ling with extreme shock.

In the past, Ye Xuan once told him that Yuan Ling was the man, but the Tongtian Sect Master had never heard of such a person in the Three Realms. Unexpectedly, Ye Xuan was facing a great disaster of life and death today, and his so-called master appeared.

"Tongtian?"

"Oh!"

Yuan Ling took a step in the void and chuckled, looking at the Master Tongtian, saying, "If you say that among the Three Pure Land, you Tongtian is the most impulsive. Hongjun snatched Luohu's four swords of Zhuxian to give to you before he reunites in the past. Logically speaking, among these saints, you have the Zhuxian Formation Diagram in your hand, and your combat power is outstanding. It's a pity that you are too reckless and impulsive to do things, and this ended up losing to Biyou Palace in the great catastrophe of the gods in the past."

Yuan Ling paused slightly when she said this, turned around and looked at Yuanshi Tianzun and said, "Among the Three Pure Land, you Yuanshi is the most hypocritical. You always want to plot against your junior brother. Even if you are not convinced by your senior brother in your heart, you want to be the leader of the Three Pure Land. Unfortunately, you have too low vision and will be just a frog in the well in the end."

Yuan Ling has a meaning of giving instructions to the country. Even though the leader of Tongtian and Yuanshi Tianzun are the saints of the Three Pure Ones, they seem to have not taken them in his eyes, and they commented on their temperaments in a pertinent manner.

"you……!"

Yuan Ling told her thoughts, Yuan Shi Tianzun's expression changed slightly, but the eyes he looked at Yuan Ling became more and more serious, because he could fully hear from Yuan Ling's words that the person in front of him had existed for a very long time, and even when it came to Hongjun Daozu, it seemed that he didn't take it seriously.

"And you, the girl, the three pure evils are transformed by Pangu's soul, and have a foundation that cannot be underestimated. And you, a girl, are just a demon clan. If it weren't for the old man Hongjun who intended you to become a saint in the past, how could you have the status today?" Yuan Ling sneered at Nuwa and said.

"What?"

"Daozu intends to make me a saint?"

"What do you mean?"

After hearing Yuan Ling's words, Nuwa's expression suddenly changed. In the dark, she felt even more, as if the mysterious person in front of her seemed to know many unknown shocking secrets.

"hehe!"

Yuan Ling sneered slightly, and looked at Nuwa with strange eyes and said: "All things rotate, the way of heaven collapses. The so-called saint is just his Hongjun's saint. You don't know what a real saint is. And your girl's fate is miserable, it's just an abandoned son in his hand."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

After hearing Yuan Ling's words, Nuwa was restless and felt as if something bad had fallen on her. But she couldn't find the source at all, but her heart was trembling unstoppable.

"The so-called Hongmeng purple qi was just collected by the old man Hongjun from the Hongmeng sacred tree. The so-called merit of becoming a saint is just a lie. In the future, you will know what a ridiculous joke this is."

Yuan Ling smiled and did not answer Nuwa's question. He just looked at the saints with extremely contemptuous eyes, as if he was watching a joke.

"A fellow Taoist is a person outside the Three Realms?" The two Western Saints were surprised and questioned, and even put their posture very low at this moment.

"Fellow Taoist?"

Yuan Ling looked at the Western Saints coldly, and said with contempt: "The only ones who can call me a fellow Taoist in this world are Hongjun and Luohu. Although you two young monks are tricky, they are just Hongjun's chess pieces. It's just a joke to escape from his control."

As the saying goes, he never stops from talking. Yuan Ling talks happily, and he has a attitude of controlling the general trend of heaven and earth. His tone is so terrifying that he even puts the six saints on the spot.

"I don't know who is the senior, we are willing to listen to the teachings."

If the six saints present said that if they were the most despised, they would be the two Western saints. Gui Yin Zhunti directly presented the ceremony of his younger generation and even bowed respectfully to Yuan Ling.

It’s not because the two Western saints are so terrifying, but what Yuan Ling said is too terrifying, and the other party is indeed not a saint, but the two of them have a great skill with one blow, and they have a cultivation level that is not weaker than the saint level, and even surpass the saint. How could such a person say false?

"The son can teach you!"

Yuan Ling nodded slowly, the black fog around her body became more and more terrifying. A breath that was not as weak as a saint rose into the sky and rolled towards the world in all directions, causing the six saints to be extremely frightened.
Chapter completed!