Chapter 1164 (1/2)

The first five knives cut off the great sage cultivation of Xiaohuo, and the last six, seven, eight and nine knives directly cut through the small world that only belongs to saints. This tenth knife will cut off the gate of the saint, that is, the gate of heaven in the mouth of the holy king of Nangong.

That portal needs a small fire to release the divine bridge in the divine palace, and the other end at the top of the divine bridge is connected to the so-called gate of heaven. Only by cutting off the connection between the divine bridge and the portal can Xiaohuo's cultivation be considered as a complete fall into the realm of saints.

Now, the small world of Xiaohuo has been completely cut off, but he has not lost contact with the portal. Now he is equivalent to half a saint.

Under the repeated explosions of the six holy kings, Xiaohuo finally woke up again. His eyes fell on the old wind, and a quiet smile hung on his face, which was very desolate.

”Brother Gufeng, Xiaohuo is willing to taste any suffering in the world in order to follow you. Please don't drive me away in the future!”

”Xiaohuo, you are a good man. Brother Gufeng will never drive you away again. You are my forever brother. Hold on to me!” The ancient wind roared and squeezed his fists together.

Due to excessive tension, his nails had been embedded in the meat, but he didn't know it.

”Cheer up, release the divine bridge, and get ready for this last knife!” Nangong holy King roared again and pulled Xiaohuo's thoughts back.

The front nine knives can be regarded as a cushion. Only this last knife is the most critical. Because this last knife is related to the original God of small fire. If one doesn't do well, his yuan God will also be killed by a knife.

”Come on, I'm ready!” Xiaohuo was forced to cheer up. His eyes still stayed on the ancient style, with a smile on his face.

With the bang of ”boom”, a golden bridge behind him rushed up to nine days. Then, his Yuanshen also stepped on the bridge.

”The gate of saints, that's the gate of saints!”

Someone exclaimed, and they saw the golden door on the nine days. The God of small fire stepped on the bridge and sat in the middle of the door.

”Huh? Why is his Saint's door so solid? ” In the rear, the elders of all forces frowned deeply and vaguely felt that things were bad.

The six holy kings who are sitting around the yin-yang eight trigrams and casting spells are even more surprised.

”The situation is bad. This son's portal is too solid. I'm afraid I can't cut it off with a knife!”

”Up to now, if we can't cut it off, we have to cut it off. If we give up halfway, this son will be completely abandoned.” Nangong holy King's eyebrows were also locked, and his face was full of worry.

Above the nine days, the door of the small fire is golden, shining like the essence. The yuan God of small fire sits quietly in the door and is closely connected with the door.

”Whatever, you must cut it!”

The six holy kings looked at each other again, then fiercely controlled the knife that day and cut it down again.

Boom!

Tiandao cut down, right at the golden gate of heaven. Circles of golden ripples rippling open, nine days above, golden eyes, people's line of sight blurred.

When all the golden light and ripples dissipated, the yuan God of small fire still sat in the door. The golden door was still golden, as if it had not been damaged at all.

”What happened? Failed? This last knife failed to cut through the gate of saints? ”