Chapter 360

However, someone else refused.

That was Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun, Puxian Daoist, and Cihang Daoist, who needed to intercept and must kill the Holy Mother of Golden Light, so that the so-called Chan Sect would have fewer great enemies in the future!

But when the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit arrived, the situation was different.

The strength of the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit directly took Manjusri as a hostage.

One for one, very fair!

Even if Guangchengzi was gnashing his teeth in anger, there was nothing he could do.

In the end, he agreed!

Watching as the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit was about to send the Holy Mother of Golden Light to the God Conferring Platform.

However, just at this moment...

"..."

A terrifying pressure instantly descended on the heads of the Holy Mother of Golden Light and the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit.

They saw that in the void, an old Daoist holding a lamp stood quietly, looking at the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit and the Holy Mother of Golden Light with undisguised killing intent in his eyes.

He didn't say a word, and then, directly slapped out a palm, pressing toward the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit!

"Western Sect!" The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit gritted her teeth; she was furious, but not afraid at all, her figure wrapped in golden light and rushing into the sky.

Her innate spiritual treasure radiated brilliance, blasting toward that palm shadow.

However, the old Daoist just snorted coldly: "Grain of rice brilliance!"

Yes, this old man was the second sect leader of the Western Sect, Daoist Zhunti!

One of the legendary Six Saints!

He was indifferent.

He naturally had the capital to be indifferent; as a Saint, a casual strike could destroy the world.

But he didn't expect that the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit would be so strong; that treasure constantly flashed with brilliance, terrifying power shook, the void was extinguished, and even that large palm print, under the bombardment of the treasure, constantly dissipated!

Zhunti frowned.

Looking at the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit, he said coldly: "Holy Mother of Golden Spirit, do you still want to be disrespectful to this poor Daoist? Do you think this poor Daoist cannot kill you?"

He put away the green lamp, and the Seven-Treasure Wonderful Tree appeared in his palm, and he brushed it gently toward the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit!

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit was not afraid, surrounded by light, forcefully resisting the brilliance of the Seven-Treasure Wonderful Tree...

However, the next second...

"Pfft!" The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, her face pale, her Dharma body imprisoned; she wasn't unable to resist, but she still had to use part of her magic power to protect her lower abdomen...

Yes, she was pregnant!

Even in peak condition, even for a Quasi-Saint, wanting to attack a Saint was impossible.

Let alone the current situation of the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit.

Therefore, she naturally fell down...

"Senior Sister!" The Holy Mother of Golden Light exclaimed, hurriedly going up to support her.

However, the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit waved her hand, looking solemnly at Zhunti above the firmament, golden flames flickering in her eyes.

"Holy Mother of Golden Spirit, today, this poor Daoist will settle the cause and effect of you overturning my Western sect gate!"

Zhunti said indifferently.

"Boom!" The next second, the overwhelming Saint pressure crushed toward the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit.

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit spat out a mouthful of blood.

That flame light was blasted back, she even knelt on one knee, leaning on her sword, protecting her abdomen, and in her eyes, there was anger, as well as sorrow and pain...

She covered her faintly aching lower abdomen, somewhat sorrowful...

"Child... is it bad luck to be my child? But I have never been convinced, I have never been afraid, I have failed you, but I have never regretted it; what about a Saint? What about a Saint!"

At this moment, the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit was bathed in blood, but she stood up under the terrifying Saint pressure, her eyes fierce, her long sword pointing obliquely at the firmament, and she shouted angrily!

"If I had been born ten epochs earlier, where would your Western Saint Dao fruit come from!"