Zhang Tong heard that there was a Buddhist saint here, so he couldn't help but be stunned. However, this had no effect on him. Even if the bone demon didn't remind him, he would not intend to provoke the imprisoned saint... Although his strength has increased so much that he is full of confidence and can face the saint and resist the saint's attack, he is not so arrogant that he thinks he can be on an equal footing with the saint.

Zhang Tong was very stable inside and had no miscalculation of himself. He knew deeply what level of his strength had reached, what kind of enemies he could defeat, what kind of enemies he could draw, but what kind of enemies he could not defeat.

So in his opinion, it is far from the time to provoke the true body of a saint. The reason why he faced the Saint Tongtian, the Saint of the Great Wilderness, the Saint Feihong, and the Saint Wuji just now were all because of special reasons. Either the other party underestimated the enemy, was just a clone, or was restrained, so he was able to reach today smoothly.

If it had been the first time when facing the Great Wilderness Saint, the Great Wilderness Saint had shown great strength and could have regarded Zhang Tong as a factor that must be erased. At this time, Zhang Tong would have been dead and it would have been impossible to live happily to this day.

However, there is no need for Zhang Tong to explain these judgments to this bone demon one by one. It is enough to keep his heart calm. Instead, in front of others, he wants to be more arrogant, fearless and contemptuous of everything. Only in this way can people become more awe-inspiring.

Because Zhang Tong rose too quickly, it has not been ten thousand years since he entered the Tao. For the giant cultivation of the Great Kung Fu, tens of thousands of years have been a drop in the ocean. Zhang Tong's rise of such a strong moment seems to be prosperous, but in fact his foundation is unstable. It is all based on his suppression of the world of heaven, and his continuous victory and even challenging the majesty of the saints, which can shock people and make people feel powerful and can serve as a backer in the future.

If he fails, then it is conceivable that all his forces will not be able to do so, and it is impossible for him to disappear for countless years like the saint of Taixu. His disciples still guard the Taixu Palace and regard it as the main force, with a neutral and unshakable attitude.

At the same time, the bone demon continued to say, "Master, you are so happy this time. Enter the depths of the Taixu Treasure Hall and plunder everything. Killing the unofficial ministers, that Taixu Holy Pool is just the beginning. As long as the Lord continues to obtain the treasure here, it will add infinite confidence to overcome the tribulation and become a saint in the future."

"Of course I know that it is no longer a luxury for me to be promoted to a saint. Being a saint is the thing in front of me, and it is no longer as far away as before." Zhang Tong said lightly. He just plundered the Taixu Saint Pool and sensed the attitude of the Taixu Saint from it, which made him more confident.

While speaking, Zhang Tong entered the depths of the prison. The surrounding space was filled with a breath of supreme breath, as if the air had not flowed for thousands of years, and the entire space was shrouded in darkness.

"Master, this is the prison of Taixu Realm. After I produced spiritual consciousness, I have obtained a lot of information about it. This was when the Taixu Saint was still there. There were four saints in the entire Taixu Realm, with powerful power and a height of sunshine. They had launched many wars to attack and kill other strong men and plunder strategic resources." The bone demon continued: "At that time, it invaded the Buddha Realm. The demon realm, the spiritual realm, and the demon realm, and plundered many masters through war. They were all imprisoned in this prison. I don't know if those people are still alive. However, for so many years, most of them have been dead. Even if they die, there will be remains. These remains are treasures. I know there are three saints where the remains are stored. The Lord will follow me, go there first, and then talk about it."

Now the bone demon has followed Zhang Tong wholeheartedly, constantly trying to show his value. All the news he knows tells Zhang Tong, guiding the direction while speaking, leading Zhang Tong into the depths of this prison.

The prison of the Taixu Palace itself is a huge space, one of which is a separate small space, and then a small space is formed by such small spaces. As long as one of them has problems, it will be squeezed by other spaces. This method is equivalent to using all the prisoners to suppress themselves.

At that time, even the saints could not break through this powerful and sophisticated prison.

But now, as time goes by, the situation is very different, because after the Taixu Saint was defeated by the ancestor Hongjun, the entire Taixu Realm was closed, like a pool of water, becoming a stagnant water, losing the infusion of living water, and losing its original activity.

As time goes by, the people imprisoned in the prison have died one after another, and the prison has become weaker and weaker. It is precisely because of this that he, the bone demon, could have escaped from it not long ago and reached the periphery of the Taixu Palace. If Zhang Tong had not appeared, it might not take long for him to escape.

Unfortunately, this bone demon was still unlucky and did not escape from Zhang Tong's palm.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Tong entered the depths of the prison. He found a cell casually and activated it with magic power. With a snap, the space crystal wall of the cell broke, revealing the space inside. It was a wide and dark place. There was an extremely thick stone pillar in it, with four chains stretching out on it and tied to a dry golden skeleton.

Zhang Tong glanced at him. He felt the aura of the saint's magic power from the bone. Although this man was not a saint before his lifetime, he was also a master of a half-step saint. He had lost his spiritual energy for no reason, and only a trace of his origin was hidden in the deepest part of the corpse.

Zhang Tong saw it, shook his head slightly, waved his hand, and swept his magic power, and he was about to incorporate the golden skeleton of this person into the world of heaven. However, he did not expect that with a roll of magic power, the skeleton of this person had completely decayed. With a gentle touch, it collapsed instantly and replaced it with pieces of golden powder.

Zhang Tong frowned, but did not dislike him, and still collected the powder back. Then he continued to fly forward and opened the cells one by one. Among these cells, none of them were alive, all of them were dead, including the dragon, Buddha, elves, demon gods outside the heavens, underground gods... all kinds of things were dead. Finally, they became the soil in Zhang Tong's heavenly world.

Zhang Tong walked step by step in these independent cell spaces. He was like a locust passing through the border, plundering everything, unscrupulous. In these blood-stained cells, these powerful men who once traversed the world lost all dignity after they arrived here and were imprisoned and slaughtered like pigs and dogs.

After plundering more than a thousand cell spaces, Zhang Tong finally came to a place and found that it was unique.

This is a larger cell space, and unlike other old room spaces, there is still a hint of vitality here.

This made Zhang Tong slightly stunned: "Are there any living people here?" When he thought of this, his eyes immediately lit up, and his eyes looked deep in the direction of the twilight of vitality. It was a corridor made of huge stones, hundreds of miles long, leading to the depths of the cell. There was still a powerful restriction in the depths of the cell. Zhang Tong's divine thoughts could not go deep, so he could only go there in person. His figure flashed and entered it.

Deep in this cell space, a powerful restriction that is still operating is shrouded in a space of thousands of feet in size.

In this space, four huge stone pillars stand, and thick iron chains extend on the stone pillar, and golden ancient characters with divine patterns are constantly flashing on it, revealing waves of extremely powerful saint magic power.

"Huh? There is actually a sage of a saint here. The ban on this cell was arranged by the saint himself back then." Zhang Tong felt the powerful and pure saint magic power. Although it was not the aura of Taixu Saint and Wuji Saint, it is certain that he must be a saint, probably two other disciples of Taixu Saint.

It is worth the saint's personal action, and it is obvious that the person imprisoned here is not ordinary people.

At the same time, in the depths of this prison, all the places where they were practicing gathering were filled with a cloud of mist like black ink. The trace of anger that Zhang Tong felt just now was leaking from this fog.

At this moment, after Zhang Tong came here, the people in the fog had already discovered Zhang Tong's existence. Suddenly, with a clamor, all the chains around him rioted, making an astonishing sound of gold and iron clashing, and the thick black fog also surged, and an extremely powerful demonic energy was emitted from it.

Seeing this, Zhang Tong frowned. At first, he thought that the one who was imprisoned here was Tiandi Sanren, but now he saw this powerful demonic energy that seemed to be not. Tiandi Sanren is not a demonic way. Is there a demonic way in addition to Tiandi Sanren, there is another demonic way master here?

At this moment, a gloomy voice came from the demonic energy: "Boy, are you also the disciple of the old thief Taixu? You want to covet my origin, but unfortunately you are not smart enough. With so many lessons from the past, you dare to die. I have completely fallen into the demonic path and are very happy to kill you old thief Taixu."

"Huh? Fall into the devil's path?" Zhang Tong was stunned and then realized that he had guessed wrongly just now. Most of the demonic energy in front of him was the Heaven and Earth Sanren. However, after being imprisoned, the Heaven and Earth Sanrenren specialized in practicing the Devil's path, trying to break through the bottleneck and get out of the trap. However, it seems that the effect is limited now.

Zhang Tong looked inside, and he saw people constantly struggling in the demonic energy, like ghosts, constantly trashing and howling in pain. Those were disciples from Taixu Realm. Through some relationships, they entered here and tried to devour the Yuanling of Tiandi Sanren. Unfortunately, they could not steal chickens and lose rice. They were retaliated by Tiandi Sanren, and became resentful spirits.

"Master, this person is Tiandi Sanren. Three thousand years ago, he suddenly became demonized and became what he is now." At this time, the bone demon suddenly spoke, which just confirmed Zhang Tong's guess. In the demonic aura in front of him was the Tiandi Sanren.

Zhang Tong grinned and walked a few steps forward.

Because Tiandi Sanren was still imprisoned, even if the demonic power was strong, there was still a range. Zhang Tong happened to walk to the edge of this range and stopped, making the demonic energy accumulated by Tiandi Sanrenren still unable to vent it.

"What a little thief, it seems that you are different from those people before, at least you have a good eye and can see my attack range." Tiandi Sanren roared and terrifying aura came out, but for Zhang Tong, this momentum had no effect. Although Tiandi Sanren was powerful, even if he was not imprisoned here at the beginning, Zhang Tong's current strength is not weaker than the other party. What's more, after years of elimination, Tiandi Sanren's cultivation has been regressed, which is far from the peak state.

"Are you a scattered person in heaven and earth?" Zhang Tong asked lightly.

"Yes, it's me. Who are you? Are you a disciple of the old thief Taixu?" Tiandi Sanren shouted: "Where is the old thief Taixu? Why didn't he come to see me? He promised to imprison me for 17,000 years. Now it's 20,000 years. Why are you fat after breaking your promise? Do you ignore your face? Or is the old thief already dead?"

Zhang Tong didn't expect that there was such an agreement between the Saint Taixu and the Sanren of Heaven and Earth back then. Unfortunately, the Sanren of Heaven and Earth back still didn't know that although the Saint Taixu was not dead, it was almost the same and there was no way to let him go.

At this time, there was no need for Zhang Tong to speak, the bone demon had already shouted: "Ha! That heaven and earth scattered people dare to speak like this to my master!"

"Yeah? Is it your evil devil? The bone demon that was derived from the skeleton of the giant beast saint. You escaped by chance not long ago and came back. Why, did you recognize this kid as the main thing?"

The bone demon said, "Yes, that's right, now my master is here. If you know the truth, kneel down and hold your head down quickly. My master is merciful. Maybe you will be rescued. If you dare to speak wildly, then you are not far from your death."

"What? Do you think this kid can save me from the trap?" Tiandi Sanren said in shock, and looked at Zhang Tong again. Seeing that Zhang Tong did not deny, his heart suddenly became alive: "Boy, who are you? Are you not a disciple of Saint Taixu?"

Zhang Tong smiled and said, "My name is Zhang Tong. To you, I am an unknown junior. When you were traversing the world, I didn't exist yet! But now, time has changed, and I do have the ability to save you. If you are willing to agree to recognize me as the master and enter my heavenly world, use your origin to suppress the world and save you from it, it is easy to get rid of it."

"What did you say!" Tiandi Sanren shouted in shock, and the demonic energy around him converged, revealing his true face.

An old man in white robe stood among the four pillars, his whole body was locked by chains, his face was not old, but his hair was all white, and a dull look appeared from his eyes. It can be seen that although the momentum of this scattered man just now had reached the end of his strength. If he did not escape, he would be not far from death.

However, from Tiandi Sanren, Zhang Tong still felt a powerful saint's magic power, and the purity of that saint's magic power was even higher than Zhang Tong. After countless years of hardship, Tiandi Sanren's magic power was almost infinitely close to the saint. Now he was only short of passing the tribulation. Unfortunately, this situation, let alone he could not trigger the saint, even if he really triggered the saint, he would definitely not be able to resist it for a few times, and he would eventually be unable to escape the fate of being destroyed.

Because after being imprisoned for countless years, Tiandi Sanren has exhausted his original savings. Without deep savings, he will definitely be unable to succeed and will be bombarded with the holy disaster and have almost no suspense.

"It turns out that the saint's magic power in his body has been cultivated to an infinitely close level to the saint. If you were not imprisoned here for years, you might have successfully passed the tribulation and promoted to the Hunyuan Saint. What a pity!" Zhang Tong looked directly at the Sanren of Heaven and Earth, shook his head slightly, and sighed.

This is not a hypocritical act. He is indeed a pity for Tiandi Sanren. Just now, he even saw a surging of Hunyuan aura on Tiandi Sanren. This is also an aura that only saints can possess. It can be said that Tiandi Sanren has exceeded the level of a half-step saint, and to some extent, it can be compared with a saint. It is a special existence. If you release it now and continue it enough, it is almost certain that you can survive the saints and have a success rate of more than nine levels.

"Boy, it seems that you are not a disciple of Saint Taixu. Otherwise, it would be a pity for me. The disciples of Taixu before were all arrogant and seemed to refine my origin. Unfortunately, I waited for an opportunity to fight back, extracted their souls, and condensed into demons. I hope this method can alarm Saint Taixu. Unfortunately, it has been three thousand years since Saint Taixu has not come, and it seems to have completely disappeared. Now you are here. Is there something wrong with Saint Taixu? Right?"

Zhang Tong smiled slightly: "Yes, it's obvious that I can come here. The Saint Taixu and his three saints disciples are no longer in the Taixu Realm. At that time, the Taixu Realm and the Old Ancestor Hongjun had a conflict and a big battle. In the end, the Saint Taixu Realm was defeated. Although the Saint Taixu was not dead, he had to retreat to the sky. As for the disciples of the other three saints, I don't know where they are. I only know that one of the saints Wuji is still alive, but they are restrained and cannot return here."

Zhang Tong told everyone very clearly about everything he knew, which made Tiandi Sanren's eyes lit up, and from his pupils, a series of strange colors came out: "You said that the Saint Taixu had long been defeated and escaped? Even his three saint disciples couldn't take care of themselves? Hahaha, hahaha!" Tiandi Sanren laughed wildly: "That's great, so good, this is the retribution of the old thief. As expected, the retribution of the cause and effect cycle is unhappy!"

After laughing for a while, Tiandi Sanren suddenly looked calm and looked at Zhang Tong with a hint of sneer: "So, I don't have to endure it anymore?" As he spoke, a shocking magic power burst out from his body.
Chapter completed!