Chapter 248 [The Desperate Gap]

"God Transformation..."

In the ocean of high-frequency shining divine light.

Facing the burning Emperor Demon Suppressor, Qingyu Tianzun knew it in his heart, his expression didn't fluctuate in the slightest, he flicked his fingers again, and the bright sword light brewing in the gourd completely gushed out.

In an instant.

Such as hot knife cutting rolling oil.

The sky is full of holy light.

It's like meeting a nemesis.

Quickly reduce and explode!

Rumble——

The moment the two air engines collide.

It's like two black holes and sea eyes, or two worlds wrestling.

The "gravity" of the two sides rumblingly rotates the big world, involving the universe of the ten directions, and all kinds of order and law.

Vientiane is distorted and the air mechanism is disordered.

All kinds of scenery in the world are stretched into blurred picture scrolls, spinning wildly around the sea eye and disappearing.

God Mao fights Tianzun!

The fireflies compete for the bright moon!

Tianzun relaxed and freehand.

Mao God burns all.

This game was unfair from the start.

Only faith and courage support.

Almost impossible to win battles.

With the clash of swords, Autumn Harvest Uprising finally started.

at the same time.

Northland, Central Plains, East China Sea, Southern Border, West Desert.

Five parties and five emperors.

It was also burning in the darkness, blooming with the light of fireflies, culling and killing enemies that could not be defeated.

If you look down from the sky at this moment.

It can be seen in the dark chicken world.

There are six vortexes resembling galaxies crazily rotating and colliding, bursting out bright pulses of various colors, flickering on and off.

"Kill!!"

In the dark world.

The first roar full of death will reverberate the dark world.

Southern border battlefield.

Zhan Gan, the second-generation patriarch of Wuwang Mountain, was soaked in blood, and destructive waves were brewing in his body. He rushed to a purple-clothed youth wearing a crown in the Dayan Emperor Dynasty, and screamed:

"Everyone is the same way as the gods and wilderness, and the jade and the stone are burnt together. Don't let these bastards look down on you!"

The sound of clanging and thunder just echoed.

Boom! !

The destructive energy exploded with a bang.

It's like throwing a round of late-eruption sun into the darkness, with the most dazzling brilliance, illuminating the homeland of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Can't win!

Can't win at all!

The battle has just started.

The second-generation patriarch of Wuwang Mountain realized this cruel reality.

The thirteen robbers in southern Xinjiang.

All staff are three steps above!

They are great supernatural beings.

It is ridiculous to attack with all your strength, but it is as ridiculous as a child playing with a sword, and he is caught lightly.

Even if they burn life.

Use various prohibitions.

It also failed to make the opponent tolerant.

The gap between the two sides is desperate.

The courage to fight against the sky?

Undying faith?

It is of no use!

Because even a sliver of strength can't be exchanged.

so……

Instead of dying in embarrassment.

Why not burn it!

Rumble——

The extremely violent and gorgeous fireball suddenly expanded.

The self-destruction of the nine-transformer and two-stepper.

The energy is enough to obliterate thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, threatening the three-step peak!

but……

"The mayfly shakes the tree."

Facing the self-destruction of the second-generation Patriarch of Wuwang Mountain, the noble young man in purple clothes of the Dayan Dynasty just spit out four words indifferently, and stretched out the big hand covering the four-colored radiance lightly.

buzz~

Time and space tremble, and all colors flow back.

A simple palm.

What is concentrated is four kinds of consummate supernatural powers that have reached the pinnacle.

Like a net like a canopy covering the sky and the earth.

Containing all the self-explosive power of the second-generation Patriarch of Wuwang Mountain, it turned into a colorful lotus flower and fell into the palm.

"Nine-transformation true dragon arm, horizontal refining of the eighth door, secret code of war, the luck of the low-grade dragon and elephant dharma..."

The young man in purple looked at the colorful lotus in his hand, as if he was evaluating a product, and murmured:

"Xiao Dezi has more than loyalty and lack of bravery. With this reward, it can make up for the shortcomings."

buzz~

The voice fell.

The ring between the fingers shines.

The colored lotus is included in it.

"Grandfather!!"

"Bastard, take your life!"

The words of the purple-clothed youth did not hide the slightest bit, instantly making the eyes of the supernatural beings on Wuwang Mountain tear apart, and one after another brewed destructive energy and slammed into the purple-clothed youth.

It can be killed but not humiliated!

But this youth.

Actually, the second-generation patriarch of Wuwang Mountain.

As a reward for a eunuch!

This is no longer an insult, but an all-round contempt from the bottom of my heart!

"Ridiculous dignity."

The young man in purple looked at the supernatural beings rushing towards him. The arrogance born of the difference in life essence made him laugh and shake his head.

He stretched out his big hand calmly.

Like picking fruit.

Lightly annihilated one after another hysterical supernatural powers in southern Xinjiang who blew themselves up, turned them into lotus flowers, and collected them in the space ring.

"Kill!"

"Dog thief, die!"

"For the Desolate Human Race!"

It's not just the youth in purple.

The battlefield of the gods and wild lands.

After realizing that the enemy is invincible.

Most of the supernatural powers chose to die to show their ambitions, roaring mournfully and blasting into a round of big suns, crashing into a robber.

pity……

Useless.

All he got was a sneer.

This is the tragedy of the weak.

To show the heroism of death.

Indestructible dignity.

In the eyes of the strong.

It was nothing more than a joke.

Rumble——

Between the gods and the dark world.

The blazing sun kept lighting up the darkness, and then quickly extinguished after blooming the bright light of life.

round...

two rounds...

...

Bailun...

It didn't take long for the battle to start.

The supernatural powers under the peak of the desolate gods are all dead!

And Hong Yuan's party——

Zero casualties!

Not long after.

Central Plains Dali.

"Thousands and five hundred years, one day is like a dream."

The Grand Elder Xingjiang's sword on the top of Zhenwu Hall shattered, he muttered to himself, his body stood still, but his head slowly lowered.

A body shriveled like a corpse.

Proof.

In this battle.

He literally burned it all out.

But even so.

It also failed to stop the opponent in the slightest.

His opponent is too scary.

He could clearly feel the opponent's youthful age, and he dared to conclude that the cultivation years did not exceed a hundred years.

but……

Only a hundred years!

The Three Gates and Nine Transformations complete the great supernatural powers!

Refine the limit of the ninth gate!

The Nine Transformations of Kendo's general trend are complete!

Still the most lethal Bingxiu!

Xing Jiang only felt the oppressive feeling of this suffocating gap in that monster.

And Hong Yuan...

Monster per capita! !

The big leaders are the old monsters who have become elite among the monsters!

There was no suspense from the beginning of the battle.

The juvenile monster only uses sword momentum.

Xing Jiang was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe.

After burning all the breakthrough swords, what awaits him is not victory, but the eighteen rounds of gods that shine in the world.

call~

The young man in white with the unsheathed sword on his back stepped into the void, his white palm was reflected on Xingjiang's shriveled forehead, and said lightly:

"The one who killed you is Jiang Pingyan, the leader of the silver sword list in Luotian Sword Realm and Pingfeng Realm."

the end.

The boy added two words: "Real body."

buzz~

The voice fell.

The Supreme Elder of Zhenwu Hall, Xingjiang, practiced thousands of five hundred times, and turned into a colorful lotus in the young man's hand.

"Unfortunately, it can't compare to the Golden Lotus in Longmen Town..."

The boy put away the lotus.

He sighed regretfully.

The first great beauty——

fall!

But that's just the beginning.

Or almost at the same time.

All the Dali Jue Ding who faced the Hong Yuan Jue Dian were not spared, and all of them were defeated.

The four places were originally escaped from the world.

A person who has survived nine calamities like the Patriarch of Zhige Mountain,

After all, he failed to resist the tenth catastrophe.

After blooming the last brilliance of life, he was shriveled and completely disappeared in the rolling river.

In the dark world of Shenhuang.

The noise fades away.

Many territories fell into a deathly silence.

Only the Five Emperors and the Demon Suppressing Emperor remained.

Still struggling.

but……

They won't last long either.

"Ahem..."

East China Sea battlefield.

Baohe crumbled, and the glory faded away.

King Baotong was covered in blood, and his originally rich body withered a lot.

He stands alone in the sky.

His turbid eyes swept across the silently watching figures around him, blood and tears rolled down, and he roared mournfully, "Old Ancestor, Master, butcher... Where are you, escort, escort!"

"You don't need to do that, little friend."

The old man holding the blood-stained short blade shook his head and said with a smile, "We will see each other again."

yes.

See you soon.

Just a few more steps on Huangquan Road.

"hehe……"

King Baotong smiled miserably, wiped the blood on his face, took a deep breath and asked:

"Can you let me be a fool, why my Tianbao, all the weapons are useless to you?"

The battle has just started.

King Baotong sensed something was wrong.

He seems to have met his nemesis.

all the treasures,

Even the power of the cornucopia.

Ten percent of the power hit the old man in black, leaving only ten percent, and sometimes even none at all!

Unwilling and doubts.

Filled with his consciousness.

Even if you want to die, you have to ask clearly.

"That's why the old man said from the very beginning that the little friend is destined."

The old man in black wiped the short blade in his hand, still smiling and benevolent, he did not hesitate to teach:

"Your Tianbao gathers rare treasures from all over the world to attack and fight, and your strength is on the front of the weapon. My Wanjie Emperor Sect happens to have a great supernatural power named 'stopping the sword and unloading the armor'. Do you think this is fate?"

Stop fighting and take off your armor...

fate?

I see!

That's how it is! !

"Hahaha, the sky is going to kill me, what can I do!"

King Baotong glared at the sky with bloody and tearful eyes, and suddenly laughed wildly, sad and powerless.

His Tianbao is a cornucopia.

The robber facing him happened to be Xiu Lao Shizi, who stopped his weapon and removed his armor, restraining him in all directions.

fate?

Is there such a coincidence?

Heaven wants people to die, people have to die!

Starting from the catastrophe.

Tianli completely sided with Hong Yuan.

In the case of being crushed.

He also arranged nemesis for the emperors.

King Baotong can imagine.

Now most of the battles between the emperors in other places and Hong Yuan Juedian are as aggrieved and powerless as him!

In fact.

King Baotong guessed right.

He met an enemy who practiced the supernatural power of Zhige and armor removal.

The other five emperors.

They also encountered opponents who suppressed and restrained them in all directions.

Western Desert.

Wan Sheng Wang Bao carried the beacon fire all over the sky, and fought to the point of madness, the halberd was broken, but he failed to cause the slightest damage to Da Luotian's Jianyuan gatekeeper, Wang negative sword.

on the contrary.

His killing intent became more violent.

The glazed jade sword in Wang negative sword's hand became deeper and deeper like an abyss, it seemed to feed on the killing intent and fighting intent, and a light blow of the sword could cause heavy damage to Long Gan's soul and body.

Southern Xinjiang.

All kinds of divine light intertwined with chaos.

The two 'Nanyang Kings' are facing off at a distance.

"Although the Art of Destiny is the supreme being of the heavens, it...is still in the heavens."

Lu Shengxin, the national teacher of the Dayan Emperor, turned into the appearance of the King of Nanyang, and there were also threads of fate entwined in his palms.

He looked at Nanyang King with disheveled hair and blood gushing in the other side of the world, and smiled and said:

"When the old man was in your state, he was once rewarded by the great emperor with the 'Yan Tian Di Sutra', within the sky, there is nothing that cannot be transformed.

Your only advantage.

It is to use Tianbao to bless the great supernatural powers to predict future changes on the battlefield to a certain extent, and to deal with them in advance.

But if you encounter an enemy with the same supernatural power, the advantage will naturally disappear. Are there other methods? "