Chapter 742

"How is this possible?"

As an old opponent, Daoist Houtu could say she knew Hongjun better than anyone.

Hongjun's cultivation was at the fourth layer of the Heavenly Dao realm.

Controlling the laws of the Immortal Dao, one with the true self, transcending the river of fate.

His strength was terrifying, and even without relying on the Heavenly Dao, he was an immortal and indestructible existence.

How could he be so easily ground away by Lin Xia's sword?

But everything in front of them could not be fake.

Daoist Houtu could sense that in this chaos, all aura related to Hongjun had disappeared.

Even the familiar Heavenly Dao power had been completely ground away.

Nuwa was somewhat incredulous.

She keenly felt that this matter would not be that simple.

And at this moment, in the Honghuang, it had already completely exploded.

Regardless of the truth, Hongjun had indeed disappeared at this moment.

In the West, Mount Sumeru.

Looking at this scene, the two Western Saints trembled fiercely in their hearts, and only after a long time of astonishment did they recover.

Zhunti's gaze looked toward Jieyin, his voice somewhat strained.

"Senior Brother, Teacher he..."

"Impossible, what kind of cultivation does the Dao Ancestor have, how could he fall so easily?"

Jieyin shook his head, his gaze firm.

"But, Teacher's aura has indeed completely disappeared."

Zhunti said in a low voice, his mood somewhat grave.

After all, Hongjun had the grace of teaching Jieyin and Zhunti, and the bond between master and disciple could not be erased.

Now seeing Hongjun fall to such an end, Zhunti's feelings were also somewhat complex.

And most importantly, once Hongjun disappeared, there would be no one in the Honghuang who could check and balance Lin Xia and check and balance Daoist Houtu.

The Human Dao and Earthly Dao were rising.

The development of the Western Sect would become even more difficult.

And the Heavenly Dao was in a weak position, which was also a disaster for them, these Heavenly Dao Saints.

Hearing this, Zhunti's face was grave, his heart bitter, and in the end, he remained silent.

Yuanshi's gaze was fixed on the chaotic void, his calm Dao heart trembling violently.

He could not believe that Hongjun would fall.

This was too absurd.

In his heart, apart from the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun had always been a supreme existence.

Transcending everything, controlling everything.

Whatever he said was the will of the Heavenly Dao.

No one could defy it.

It was precisely because of Hongjun's existence that the Xuan Sect became the mainstream of the Honghuang, riding above all living beings.

Even many of the cultivation techniques he advocated were instilled by Hongjun.

It was precisely because of Hongjun's existence that he was able to prove the Dao and become a Saint.

But today, Hongjun was killed by Lin Xia with one sword.

This fiercely shook his previous beliefs.

Something that Yuanshi had always advocated in his heart had completely collapsed at this moment.

Had the Xuan Sect really fallen like this?

Yuanshi's eyes were somewhat blurred, he turned his head, and re-examined the Honghuang world in front of him; in an instant, he actually had a feeling of the vicissitudes of life.