Chapter 366: The Great Desolation is Broken and the Level Drops!

This evil spirit is extraordinary, it is the evil spirit of the quantitative calamity.

Such a strong evil spirit of the quantitative calamity means that all the saints have also completely entered the calamity.

Under the infection of the evil spirit of the quantitative calamity, the five saints and one Hunyuan only have one thought in their hearts, that is, to win, to achieve the final victory of this quantitative calamity!

"Seven Wonderful Treasure Trees!"

"Pangu Axe!"

"Tai Chi Diagram!"

"Zhu Xian Four Swords!"

"Hongmeng Measuring Ruler!"

Above the nine heavens, at the top of the prehistoric world, all the saints acted recklessly.

All the magical powers of their own Taoist sects were taken out at once.

The overwhelming Taoist essence not only did not weaken, but also continued to increase with the passage of time.

One after another, it kept impacting the prehistoric world like ripples of water!

The prehistoric world suffered an unprecedented disaster.

Millions of high mountains collapsed, turning into rolling rubble, and the waters of the four seas rolled.

It set off a huge wave, submerging countless lands.

The space was constantly torn apart, and countless earth, fire, water and wind leaked out from it, causing billions of creatures in the prehistoric world to die.

The aftermath of the layers of magic power and Dao Yun was overwhelming, destroying the prehistoric land again and again.

Even outside the prehistoric world, the stars in the endless chaos were hit by the continuous impact of Dao Yun and fell.

It hit the prehistoric land hard, causing billions of gullies.

The prehistoric world suffered an unprecedented catastrophe. After an unknown period of time, an extremely slight but extremely clear voice fell into the ears of all creatures in the prehistoric world.

"The prehistoric world has cracked!"

I don't know who shouted, and countless powerful people were startled and immediately looked at the prehistoric land.

I saw the prehistoric plate that was once a whole and connected by ancestral veins.

From the center of the world tree, four eye-catching cracks suddenly appeared, extending all the way to the southeast, northwest and northeast!

A huge storm was generated on those four eye-catching cracks, and it continued to spread in all directions!

Destruction, the real annihilation of the world!

As the prehistoric world was shattered, the center of the prehistoric world, billions of miles underground, suddenly sounded a thumping heartbeat!

Visible to the naked eye, a huge heart underground has revived!

The huge ventricle brings a huge beating sound, unusually loud!

The heartbeat, accompanied by the aura of the years, resounds through the ancient and modern times at this moment!

This is the supreme will of Pangu, even if it is only the will left by Pangu after billions of years of his fall.

But it is enough to look down on the four poles of the prehistoric world and billions of chaos!

"Boom!"

This supreme will erupted from the ground, soared straight up, and dispelled the black clouds in the sky.

At the same time, it also dispelled the calamity of the Five Saints and One Hunyuan!

"Huh?"

The fierce battle was white-hot, and the Five Saints, who were determined to determine the winner, and One Hunyuan suddenly staggered and stopped the battle immediately.

"This is!"

The eyes of the saints recovered their clarity at the beginning.

They turned around and looked at the devastated prehistoric world, and even couldn't believe it!

How could the prehistoric world become like this!

How could they turn the prehistoric world into this!

Even Zhao Gongming's pupils shrank slightly!

What a terrifying calamity. He thought that he had achieved the Dao of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, which was enough to have a certain resistance to calamity.

But he didn't expect that the horror of calamity would make people sink silently!

Normally speaking, the prehistoric world was transformed by Pangu, nurturing the way of heaven, and it was also the foundation of the six saints.

No matter how big the contradictions between the six saints were, they would never take action to destroy the prehistoric world.

Everything was the calamity of the calamity, silently causing the saints to fall into calamity, one step deeper than the other, and finally destroying the prehistoric world!

Suddenly, Zhao Gongming's heart beat violently.

Could it be that the saints fell into calamity and the prehistoric world was also a move made by his master who he had not met many times?

Zhao Gongming was still thinking, and Taiqing's face showed great worry.

"Honghuang must not be broken. Once the four major plates are separated from the main body of Honghuang, the level of Honghuang is bound to fall. Fellow Taoists, follow me and stabilize Honghuang!"

The vast chaos is divided into the Great Thousand World, the Middle Thousand World, and the Small Thousand World.

Among them, the Great Thousand World is a world of the same level as Honghuang. There are saints high above, who have experienced thousands of disasters without being worn, and are not stained by cause and effect. It can accommodate countless Middle Thousand and Small Thousand.

But once the four major plates of Honghuang, east, west, south and north, are separated, the origin of Honghuang will be damaged.

In an instant, it will fall from the Great Thousand to the Middle Thousand. This is a degradation deep in the origin, and there is no solution.

At that time, the Dao Fruits of the Saints, who rely on Honghuang for their birth, will not be able to keep them. Falling from the Sainthood is almost a foregone conclusion.

"Tai Chi Diagram!"

"Pangu Banner!"

"Six Pure Bamboos!"

"Twelve-Grade Merit Golden Lotus!"

"Thirty-Six Sea-fixing Divine Pearls!"

"Four Swords of Zhuxian!"

Although the saints still wanted to decide the winner, they also knew what was most critical at the moment, and they all helped.

"Boom!"

Nine days, the saints worked together, and the terrifying magic power turned into a long river, falling into the prehistoric earth veins.

Suddenly, the cracks that ran across the east, west, south and north were stabilized under the great magic power of the saints, and no longer continued to spread in all directions.

Seeing this, the saints exhaled turbid air, and the worries on their faces dissipated a little. As long as the prehistoric world was stable, everything would not be a big problem.

Yuanshi's face showed coldness again, Pangu Banner moved, and there was a Kaitian Tian Blade condensed on it, pointing directly at Tongtian Sect Master, and was about to continue the previous battle.

But before they could make a move, the saints heard the worried voice of Taisu Tian Nuwa.

"Brothers, please do not start a war again. The Great Desolation is still splitting apart!"

The saints looked over and saw that the cracks on the Great Desolation, which were originally imprisoned by the power of the saints, began to tremble violently.

"Crash!"

The terrifying impact force was getting bigger and bigger. Finally, the means set by the saints were smashed and shattered by the power of heaven and earth.

In an instant, the mountains collapsed, the river water flowed back, billions of miles of land were submerged, and countless lives died tragically in the catastrophe.

The heavy evil spirit permeated and evolved into endless black clouds. The whole Great Desolation land seemed to be plunged into darkness and coldness.

"Hurry up!"

Tai Qing once again offered the Tai Chi diagram, and the black and white qi slowly rotated, covering the Great Desolation again with a thunderous force.

The saints looked gloomy, but they had no choice but to follow Tai Qing to attack. The supreme magic power surged towards the Great Desolation with an overwhelming force.

At the edge of the sea of ​​blood, in the eighteenth layer of the netherworld, in the depths of the six reincarnations, Hou Tu was wearing a plain white dress.

Standing at the edge of the six reincarnations, a hint of sadness appeared in her eyes.

In the battle between the saints, the innocent prehistoric creatures were killed and injured in the end.

As a genuine saint, she didn't even have the ability to help.

Hou Tu sighed deeply. Although she couldn't do it herself.

But she had sent out all the forces that could be sent out in the underworld.

I hope to make a little contribution to the prehistoric creatures.

Xi Kunlun, the head of the prehistoric female immortals, the Taoist temple of the Queen Mother of the West, the Queen Mother of the West gathered all the female immortals on Xi Kunlun for the first time and ordered them to go down the mountain to save the prehistoric creatures.

Wanshou Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the earth immortals, sacrificed the earth book, which is the earth fetal membrane. In an instant, with Wanshou Mountain as the center, the power of the earth veins in an unknown radius of tens of thousands of miles was all mobilized.

The power of the infinite earth veins all gathered in the earth's fetal membrane, and the earth book vibrated.

It reflected a transparent light film, covering the endless earth and protecting billions of lives.

In the ancestral land of the human race, in the human race's holy temple, before the emperors spoke, Suiren said.

"The saints are fighting, and the catastrophe is about to begin. There will be a great disaster in the prehistoric world. We humans, who grew up in the prehistoric land, are naturally part of the human race, and we naturally cannot stand idly by."

Suiren's eyes seemed to be burning with fire, and he looked at Fuxi solemnly.

"Emperor, mobilize all the Daluo Jinxian-level cultivators in the human race to set out for the ancestral land of the human race to save the prehistoric people."

"Yes."

Fuxi bowed and nodded, then quickly began to act.