Journey To the West: Help Styx Strengthen the Abi Sword at the Start

Chapter 802

Saint Yang Jian had a weird look on his face, but in his vertical pupils, there was an abnormality in the chaos.

"All the green lives?"

At this moment, almost all the saints looked at the **** Erlang!

Chapter 572: All Saints' Speculation

The sage Nuwa was suddenly surprised: "Can you see?"

These veteran saints can't feel it. I didn't expect Yang Jian to be promoted to saints how long?

Yang Jian smiled at Nuwa, and then pointed at the center of his eyebrows.

Everyone suddenly realized that Yang Jian's Third Eye was indeed a very powerful existence!

Saint Hongjun nodded and said, "Yang Jian, if you can see, then tell me what you see!"

"Yes, Daozu!"

Yang Jian swept the many saints, and then said:

"There seems to be no problem in the current chaos, but it is not. The chaos has been occupied by a kind of green metal life, and they are coming towards the prehistoric!"

Many people looked at each other with a trace of amazement in their eyes, is it really there?

But if these so-called metal beings can only be seen by Yang Jian and Daozu, doesn't it mean that the other saints are in a disadvantaged position?

They can't even see the other person's appearance, even if it is induced, they may not be able to sense it. How can they resist?

After Yang Jian saw all the saints still looking awkwardly, he said: "Look at it for yourself!"

Huh!

Yang Jian directly projected the scene he saw.

"Look!"

In the boundless chaos, the huge emperor's eyes stretched across, and there were green creatures surging out from the whirlpool of the left eye uninterruptedly.

They are lined up neatly, like a well-trained army, especially in each array there is a huge figure in the middle of the command, the power that it reveals, even if this is the picture projected by Yang Jian, it still makes people feel Extremely horrified.

"This!" The expressions of Haotian and other saints became very ugly.

So neat and uniform, at first glance, it exists specifically to deal with the prehistoric times.

"What is that huge figure? How can metal be alive?"

Even the sage Nuwa felt very different. She made humans from clay into something else, but it was really iron bumps.

Just have your own sense of autonomy casually?

"Should these things be metal puppets that gave birth to wisdom?"

Kong Xuan's eyes flashed with the Chinese light, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Neither, if it is a metal puppet, how could it have its own soul?"

"Amitabha, it is true, the poor monks feel that their eyes are very smart, no different from the prehistoric creatures!"

"Oh? Can you still know the scene in the chaos through the screen?" Yuan Shi Tianzun narrowed his eyes, a trace of disdain in his expression.

Zhun mentioned the words, then looked at Yuanshi Tianzun, and said: "The poor monk has improved his cultivation a lot in his Nirvana this time. I would like to thank you for speaking of it!"

Yuanshi Tianzun's face was cold: "What do you mean?"

Zhunti said with a blank expression on his face that made Yuan Shi Tian's respectful face blue:

"If you hadn't taken away the Seven Treasure Tree in this seat, how could I know my problem! The poor monk would like to thank Tianzun for his help!"

"You!" Yuanshi Tianzun stood up suddenly, the coercion behind his back spread, cold light in his eyes, staring at Zhunti!

"Okay!" Hongjun's voice came in time, sounding a little sullen.

"At such a critical time, it's better not to get angry!"

Hongjun's words meant something, and the Dao in the Purple Heaven Palace was brilliant, converging towards Hongjun's location!

Everyone's hearts were stunned. It seemed that Daozu didn't want to see another fight in the precipice. If it weren't for the behavior of these two people, Daozu would probably lock them up, right?

Although they are all chaos saints, at this stage, they are all under the jurisdiction of heaven.

Yuan He Zhun Ti also felt that it was a foolish act for him and others to fight in front of so many saints.

The two immediately nodded and said "Yes!"

"No, why is that giant so like Pangu?"

It was Eastern Emperor Taiyi who was speaking, and his keen awareness scanned the huge figure in the picture. Although he was far away, Eastern Emperor Taiyi perceived the difference in this giant from subtle points.

"Pangu God?" Everyone suddenly felt absurd, how could this be possible?

But at the moment, Emperor Fengdu said solemnly: "Emperor Taiyi is right!"

A group of saints immediately turned their eyes to Emperor Fengdu. They all knew that Emperor Fengdu's identity was extraordinary, occupying the most important position in the great formation of Dutian Gods.

Maybe he knew nothing.

"Emperor Fengdu, go on!"

Di Jiang couldn't help but said, the expressions of the other ancestor witches also showed seriousness. If these huge giants really look like Pangu, it means that these guys must have a connection with them.

But why only Emperor Fengdu felt it, but they didn't feel any difference at all?

"It looks like Pangu, but it is still a metal life. Moreover, judging from the picture projected by Saint Yang Jian, the strength of each giant is among the Saints of Chaos!"

Everyone felt cold, and their eyes directly surrendered. In the picture, among the endless iron knots of life, the parts that rose up were giants.

"So, there are hundreds of thousands of giants among them?" The Master Tongtian grinned and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Heh! How is this possible, if there are so many saints, how can the Taixu Demon God invade the chaos? Just a Taixu Emperor can destroy the chaos!"

The eyes that were too drooping were lifted upwards, and said:

"You are right. After the appearance of Emperor Taixu, the number of Taixu Demon Gods has been drastically reduced. Haven't you noticed that there has been no shadow of Taixu Demon God in recent days?"

The words of Taishang surprised everyone, and then they felt chills.

Even Hongjun felt a crisis-ridden chill rising behind him.

The Master Tongtian stared at the people in the quiet Zixiao Palace with a trace of solemnity, and his own expression became solemn.