Qiang——
The Nine Saints had a dull look on their faces, and with empty hands, they pulled out pieces of weapons with divine light and myriads of rays of light out of thin air. They all exuded the holy aura, were extremely powerful, and possessed all kinds of great power.
No matter how terrifying the power Yan Xing showed just now, it is meaningless to the Nine Saints. They are puppets that have been completely controlled, lacking all emotions and desires, and are more pure and indifferent than No. 13.
"Soldier of ruins?"
Yan Xing raised his eyebrows slightly. Whether the Holy Realm wears suitable weapons or not, the difference in combat power is quite big, at least 30% to 50%.
He discovered a very interesting situation. The two unknown entities No. 13 and 28 had never used the Holy Blade in their several fights with him from beginning to end.
The black cross of the first generation Night Lord, as well as the Nine Saints in front of them, all carry weapons and can obviously be used.
Yan Xing guessed that the weapons of the ruins were left by the aborigines of the Truth. These weapons had spirituality. They were extremely hostile to the intruders No. 13 and would definitely not let them use him.
The first-generation Night Lords are different from the Nine Saints. They are essentially native creatures of the Truth. The spirituality of the Ruin Soldiers cannot tell whether they are controlled and parasitic, so they can activate their power.
"The treasure is covered in dust, helping the tyrants to do evil!"
Yan Xing shook his head, but he didn't pay much attention to it. The Nine Saints were just newly promoted to the holy realm, and the soldiers of the ruins were not refined by them personally. They could not unleash their full power and were not as powerful as No. 13.
No threat to him.
boom!
Not many words, just a fight.
The breaths erupted from both sides collided and impacted, and the vast void was completely evaporated into an absolute vacuum. In the dark void, nothing existed, and the dead universe that was enveloped by the waves was instantly dissolved into nothingness.
kill!
war--
In the incomparable darkness, bright streams of light suddenly rose up, time and space disappeared here, and time and space lost their meaning.
Maybe it was an instant, maybe it was millions of years. Those streams of light carrying the fiery will continued to intersect and collide hundreds of millions of times. The resulting destructive impact was unable to cause damage to the outside world. In this dark absolute vacuum, there was nothing except what they thought. Destructible.
"Hahaha! Have fun! Come again!"
"
Yan Xing laughed heartily, and his limbs were surrounded by different divine lights. The earth, wind, water, and fire were magical powers formed by the unified rules of order and the true meaning of many great avenues. They drew on the innate ability of Zi Shu, and their power was extraordinary.
A punch or a kick can repel the Nine Saints who are coming with blades. The terrifying destructive power shatters their bodies. More than ten thousand collisions can force them to replace a node.
Yan Xing cherished his fragmented universe very much. He cut off the link with the hell dimension and gave all the replacement of losses to the "perpetual motion body". Either swallowing the remaining destructive power of the battles, or taking a bite of the bodies of the Nine Saints and No. 13. In this absolute vacuum, this heaven-defying talent can also find a source of replenishment.
Damn it!
As the battle fell into a stalemate, No. 13's face became increasingly uglier. The more he fought, the more depressed he became. He felt extremely aggrieved. He could not be killed but could not be consumed. It seemed that there was no weakness in the punishment.
On the contrary, they themselves were hit again and again by those attacks that carried the true meaning of the avenue, and their consciousness was constantly being eaten away. Although it was only worn away a little each time, it could not withstand the continuous and endless consumption.
He understands the principle that a drop of water can penetrate a stone.
If he continues like this, not only will he be unable to defeat Yan Xing and escape back to the "Secret of Transcendence", but he may still be here.
hold head high--
No. 13 looked up to the sky and howled in filial piety. With strong unwillingness, the huge form violently disintegrated and disintegrated, turning into endless small ghost flies. Compared with the previous one, each one was as small as a star.
"This move is useless!"
A coldness flashed in Yan Xing's eyes, and he understood that No. 13 wanted to use this method to divide his attack in order to delay the consumption of consciousness.
With a thought, his body was shrouded in silver-white light, twisting and flashing at extremely high frequencies. Suddenly, densely packed Yan appeared in the dark void.
Punishment figure.
In fact, he did not divide his power to form a clone. Every figure here is a complete body. However, it is only with the help of time and space jumps that he jumps at a very high frequency to achieve this effect of clones filling the sky.
"kill--"
Yan Xing was merciless and stretched out his hand to take pictures. Each figure locked onto a ghost fly. It seemed like a light palm, but it contained terrifying power, directly piercing through and annihilating all the clones at the same time.
Replacement node No. 13 was resurrected. Looking at Yan Xing, who had no flaws, his mentality had changed. The last time he fought in the Land of Bones, he could barely keep up with the opponent's pace, but now, he felt powerless.
In just a few thousand years, Yan Xing has grown to a point beyond his control. In fact, if he continues to fight to the death, he may really be worn to death by the opponent!
Will I die here?
Death at the hands of a bug! ?
No. 13, who was aloof and had purged many civilizations in endless years, now fell into doubt. No matter how absurd it is, it is the fact that a terrifying existence was born in the Truth, which has always been regarded as the back garden, threatening their eternal rule.
He even took away what they had been thinking about!
"Alas, 28, we have completely failed."
No. 13 felt ashamed in his heart and glanced blankly at Yan Xing. His eyes gradually became firm. He turned his hand and took out a crimson and pulsating flesh ball.
"Huh? This is..."
Yan Xing's expression changed slightly, and he sensed a dangerous and familiar aura fluctuation on the flesh ball. It was the monster named "Transformation Core".
"Yan Xing, you won, but you only defeated me! You can never imagine how terrifying the power is hidden behind us!"
"You are just an insect trapped in a cage after all."
No. 13 looked indifferent and admitted his failure. This was undoubtedly a shame that was difficult to wash away for him. But now that the external situation is grim, the overall situation should be our top priority. What does personal honor and disgrace count?
"Sir No. 3, please wake up! We need your power——"
Poof!
No. 13 murmured in a low voice and crushed the scarlet flesh ball with force with his palm. Suddenly a red light appeared, shot into the dark void and disappeared.
Yan Xingtong trembled slightly, having realized what No. 13 was doing, and immediately restrained his breath and gathered strength to deal with the monster that was about to come.
…
In the highest dimension of time and space, the huge creature lying prone in the sky sensed the call, and its densely packed compound eyes and vertical eyes slowly opened at the same time.
A trace of doubt flashed in his deep eyes, and then he regained his clarity. He understood everything, and his expression became excited.
"Have you found it? The way to reach the top and achieve transcendence!"
"My strength has not yet returned to its peak, but it is barely enough..."
The core of transformation is a clone from the twelfth-level existence on the other side of eternity. This is not comparable to the independent thought of the first-generation Night Lord. The two are different concepts. It is an entity that has a mental connection with the No. 3 deity and possesses part of the power of the other side.
It can be called "No. 3", which is justifiable.
No. 3 moved her gaze and glanced at the inner world of the Truth. She could sense that the faint murderous intention came from those terrifying tribulation thunders, which were specifically targeted at outsiders who could restrain her level. If it wasn't necessary, she didn't want to come in and fight with him for the time being, as it would be a pointless loss of the strength she had finally accumulated.
"Yam Xing? He is indeed the deity of Yama. He is indeed extraordinary. It is estimated that this little guy has obtained the inheritance of a certain other side. Only in this way can he grow to this extent at an unreasonable speed in a short period of time. !」
No. 3's eyes flickered. She had recovered most of her power and could already read the torrent of information between heaven and earth.
Although the source of the information was obscured by a force on Yan Xing's body, and she could not read or understand it, she could also understand the differences from the side through the traces left by the other person's experience in heaven and earth.
The ordinary.
There were quite a few Eternal Shores stationed on the Truth at that time. Although they were all obliterated by a certain transcendent, there was still a chance that they would leave a legacy and be acquired by some lucky little guy by chance.
They are all forces that have entered the battle of origin, and the other side of eternity cannot guarantee that they will survive, so some of them will arrange means in advance to spread their inheritance once they die to prevent the inheritance from being cut off.
No. 3 knew the truth very well, and naturally guessed the source of Yan Xing's power.
"Hmph! No matter how heaven-defying the inheritance is, it is meaningless if it has not grown up. Yan Xing, that's it for now..."
The cold light in No. 3's eyes flashed, and with a thought, ten scarlet tentacles shot out, crossing dimensions, time and space, and inserted into the heaven and earth.
Buzz——
In an instant, the dark void twisted and oscillated. Tentacles protruded from the vortex and sank directly into the eyebrows of No. 13 and Nine Saints. Their expressions suddenly froze, and a strange wave escaped.
"Information modification."
The indifferent and loud voice of No. 3 resounded in the dark void, containing a terrifying will, like an evil spirit whispering in the ear, making people feel panicked.
"I will grant you these special talents!"
"set up--"
"When faced with strength, become stronger: When facing an enemy, your strength will automatically be modified to be twice as strong as the opponent."
"Immortality: No form of attack can kill you, including annihilation of consciousness."
"Go, kill Yan Xing, and get the things back..."
boom!
No. 13 and Jiu Shengmeng opened their eyes. The source of information was boiling and turbulent. Information flowed around them, and their auras became completely different.
This is the correct way to unlock the power of information! ?
Yan Xingtong was shocked and his expression became solemn.
