Three Ancestors Abyss

Three Ancestors Abyss

The moment Jieyin and Zhunti stepped into the barrier, a mass of Southern Ming Lihuo flew out and detonated across a radius of ten thousand miles around Three Ancestors Abyss.

This was also the thunderous blast that had created an opportunity for Rulai to reincarnate and given Wutian that instant of vulnerability.

"Thank goodness! Thank goodness!"

"There isn't even a bird willing to crap within hundreds of thousands of miles!"

Jieyin flicked a finger, extinguishing the blazing Southern Ming Lihuo. Wherever the Buddha light passed, life blossomed anew.

"After being locked up by the Dao Ancestor for so many years, your tempers are still as explosive as ever..."

The moment he finished speaking, another mass of Southern Ming Lihuo flew over. This time, Jieyin pressed his palms together and softly chanted a Buddha invocation.

A Buddhist palm appeared behind him and seized the Southern Ming Lihuo in one grasp, refining it in an instant.

Although the two brothers were the weakest among the Saints, they were still Saints.

One shouldn't mistake a steamed bun for dry rations. So what if the Ancestors of the Three Clans were at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm? They were Saints!

"Three fellow Daoists, attacking without even saying hello—isn't that somewhat lacking in etiquette?"

It was rare for them to encounter opponents they could actually defeat, so Zhunti and Jieyin wore utterly calm expressions.

After passing through the barrier, a world appeared before them. An ocean, a volcano, and a landmass divided the world into three secret realms.

Three powerful divine senses swept toward them, but Zhunti waved a hand and sent them back.

"Senior Brother, this feels amazing..."

This feeling of invincibility was exhilarating. Was this how Taiqing usually felt when he crushed the two brothers?

They had been reprimanded