Chapter 1667: Slaying a Dao Origin expert across realms in seconds

Boom...

As soon as the ninth-tier Dao weapon appeared, He Pingsheng didn't apply any magic power or Dao techniques, yet a majestic aura naturally blew toward the surroundings.

"What is this thing?"

Daoist Fire Dragon on the opposite side couldn't help but tremble when he saw the Nether Sickle.

He faintly smelled a trace of dangerous aura.

His eyes were fixed on the Nether Sickle in He Pingsheng's hand.

He Pingsheng said faintly: "You will know soon!"

While speaking, He Pingsheng communicated with the Nether Sickle with his spiritual sense.

The next moment, the restrictions on the Nether Sickle were opened layer by layer.

Until all sixty-eight layers of restrictions were released.

Seeing this, the Fire Dragon was truly afraid: "This... this is actually... a Saint weapon?"

"This is a top-tier Saint weapon!"

"My god... a Saint artifact..."

"Damn it... damn it... damn it..."

Fire Dragon slapped his own thigh fiercely, as if praying that he was dreaming right now.

But he knew that immortals could not dream.

"Fellow Daoist... fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist... let's talk things over!"

Cold sweat streamed down Fire Dragon's forehead.

He admitted that he was quite abrupt and reckless, but being able to cultivate to the Dao Origin realm, this Fire Dragon was definitely not a fool.

Could an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal take out a top-tier soul banner?

Could he have a top-tier Saint artifact?

What kind of joke is this?

Even a Great Dao Lord at the peak of the Dao Origin realm couldn't possess these.

So it was obvious that the other party had only one identity: a Saint's disciple.

I actually provoked a Saint's disciple?

Damn it!

There is no way to live today!

Various thoughts flashed through Fire Dragon's sea of consciousness: Beg him to let me go?

Impossible!

Just based on what I said earlier, I will definitely die today.

Fight him to the death?

Also not possible!

The other party looks like he has full confidence!

I can't possibly beat him.

But I can't just die so miserably either.

Fire Dragon's eyeballs rolled a few times, and suddenly he had an idea: "Fellow Daoist... hold your hand, I know you want to kill me, can you give me some time to find someone to mediate?"

"Let's turn hostility into friendship?"

He Pingsheng looked at him with a smile: "Sure!"

"However... you only have ten breaths of time!"

"If I don't see anyone after ten breaths, this seat will make a move!"

The black sickle in his hand shook twice, and killing intent immediately gathered in the void.

A massive ten-thousand-zhang sickle phantom swept back and forth in the black void.

"Good, good, good... fellow Daoist, wait a moment!" Fire Dragon immediately took out an immortal messaging talisman and sent a message.

He was indeed looking for someone, but not to mediate.

Instead, he was summoning a more powerful Dao Lord to join forces and slay He Pingsheng and the other.

Soon, a green divine light swept across the void.

A woman at the eighth layer of the Dao Origin realm landed in the void.

As soon as the woman landed, she looked greedily at the ninth-tier immortal artifact in He Pingsheng's hand.

"Qiao Shijie!" Fire Dragon said: "Let's join forces and kill this guy!"

"All the treasures on him will belong to you later!"

"I only want this woman!"

Fire Dragon took a deep breath and continued in a seductive tone: "This soul banner is an eighth-tier immortal artifact, and this sickle is a ninth-tier one, and both are top-tier!"

"This is a fortune that one won't encounter in hundreds of millions of years!"

"Kill him, and these will all be yours!"

The woman's greedy gaze swept over He Pingsheng's two treasures, but she shook her head: "I want the treasures, but your Qiao Shijie is not a fool!"

"I dare not provoke a Saint Sect disciple!"

"A Saint can observe the past and future with a single thought, hehehe... Junior Brother, you had better take care of yourself!"

The woman was obviously tricked here by Fire Dragon. Now that she discovered the opponent was so difficult to deal with, she gave up directly: "The two of you... I don't want to participate in your karma!"

"Goodbye!"

After speaking, the woman left directly.

"Ten more breaths for you!" He Pingsheng looked at Fire Dragon with a smile: "Continue shaking people... aren't you looking for someone to mediate?"

"No, no, no... fellow Daoist, you misunderstood!" The expression on Fire Dragon's face was very complex.

There was embarrassment, fear, and also a forced smile.

While talking to He Pingsheng, he secretly used spatial divine abilities, wanting to leave by opening a spatial passage.

As a result, he found that the surrounding void was locked.

"No more, right?"

He Pingsheng said: "Then... you can go die!"

"Slash..."

He shouted.

The giant Nether Sickle, ten thousand zhang long, fell fiercely toward Fire Dragon in the void.

With one strike, the void was imprisoned, and time was sealed.

Fire Dragon's cultivation was much higher than He Pingsheng's. Although he wouldn't be completely sealed, it wasn't easy for him to dodge either.

He had no chance to dodge and could only bite the bullet and resist.

"The Great Sun rises from the East Sea!"

"Die for me!"

"Boom, boom, boom..."

A bright sun rose again and blasted toward He Pingsheng's sickle.

At the same time, Fire Dragon threw out seven or eight immortal talismans and four or five shields in one breath, then opened his million-zhang auspicious clouds to support his defense.

In the void, He Pingsheng's sickle carried the aura of the Grim Reaper, and with a light movement, it shattered the Great Sun.

Then all the way, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft...

More than a dozen layers of defense were all slashed away by him.

Of course, the opponent was at the Dao Origin realm after all. He Pingsheng's unremarkable strike, which didn't use any divine abilities, relied only on the level suppression of the immortal artifact. After breaking through all the opponent's defenses, the power was basically exhausted.

This couldn't hurt Fire Dragon's main body.

Fire Dragon felt a slight relief in his heart.

But the next moment!

Pfft...

A black magic sickle appeared abruptly behind Daoist Fire Dragon and cut his body into two pieces directly from bottom to top.

With a splash, blood rain scattered!

"Ah..." Daoist Fire Dragon's immortal soul screamed as it flew out of its main body, wanting to escape, but was suppressed by the ten-thousand-zhang soul banner above his head.

His gaze looked toward He Pingsheng, and he discovered that in He Pingsheng's left and right hands, there was actually a divine sickle in each.

The two sickles were exactly the same, both top-tier, both ninth-tier, both Saint weapons.

"You actually have two Saint weapons?"

"Damn it, damn it... I hate this..."

He Pingsheng smiled: "Why can't I have two?"

"Collect..."

The massive soul banner above his head shook fiercely a few times and easily collected the Dao Origin soul into it.

When he first entered the soul banner, Daoist Fire Dragon was still shouting, but in less than three breaths, there was no sound.

"Fellow Daoist hasn't left yet, are you thinking of avenging your Junior Brother?" He Pingsheng turned his head fiercely and looked at a corner of the void.

Over there, the woman hiding a million li away trembled and said: "No, no, no... I'll leave right now!"

Just kidding!

A Great Luo Golden Immortal, slaying a Dao Origin expert in seconds!

Better leave quickly!

Originally, the woman just wanted to see He Pingsheng's means, but she didn't expect the other party to slay across realms in seconds?

Heaven-defying!

Truly too heaven-defying. ===== CHAPTER 1668 =====