Above the long river of time, this is a meaningless area of nothingness. Time, space, and matter, the three major elements that make up a stable world, do not exist.
The main timeline of the heaven and earth in the Truth is the level of the heavens, which is extremely solid, has strong repulsion and correction. The ability of the Holy Realm to travel through time is useless to it, and it cannot set foot in it to interfere with non-worldly time points.
Just like a mirror.
You can only cast your own reflection in it, but cannot enter the mirror world.
"Hahaha!
"It's useless! It's useless! Yan Xing, give up, you will never be able to kill us!
Rumble——
The ear-piercing scream of No. 13 was swallowed up by a bright white light. Its huge form was distorted, broken, and dissolved in the light and shadow. The Nine Saints who were integrated with its power also died.
Yan Xing's expression was dull and unmoved, and he continued to throw punches one after another, setting off an endless storm of destruction, and the concussion swept through the surrounding nothingness, and even the long river of time that shone with divine light was blown away with ripples.
Buzz!
The strange and invisible power of information flashed quietly, and No. 13, who had been crushed into nothingness, appeared out of thin air. There were no injuries on his body, and even his breath was in the peak state.
die--
Before No. 13's crazy look unfolded, the fist filled with hot flames hit his ferocious face again, and then powerful force penetrated the whole body, spreading from the head to every joint and limb, and the cracked and destructive light splashed out, turning into The sky is filled with illusory stars.
In another moment, No. 13 died hundreds of times. When a strange black hole appeared around Yan Xing's body, swallowing the aftermath of the attack and recovering his strength, he screamed again in just a few breaths, with extremely crazy and confused eyes.
"Immortal!"
“Go and step on the damn Immortal!
"How long has it been? Yan Xing, how long has this war been going on!? A hundred million years? A trillion years? How many times have you killed us? It's useless, it's useless!
No. 13 roared ferociously, and the fist-shaped skull that grew around its neck due to the fusion of the power of the Nine Saints also screamed and roared with extremely vicious eyes.
Although they are immortal, every death is extremely real. The pain of their consciousness falling into darkness and their bodies being torn apart bit by bit, continues to torture them over and over again.
Logically speaking, their consciousness should have collapsed and died long ago, but the [Immortality] characteristic deprives them of the right to die. They cannot live without dying. Under endless death, No. 13's personality has already collapsed.
"Can't you bear this? If you want to blame me, it's because you are too weak."
Yan Xing stepped out of the dark void of the perpetual motion machine, and his aura returned to its peak state. He looked down at the crazy and twisted voice with an indifferent expression, slowly raised his fist, and burst out a stream of bright light. Many true meanings of the avenue lingered on it, constantly changing. A breath of terror intertwined.
In such a long battle, he has mastered his own power. The huge number of true meanings of the avenue are like building blocks, allowing him to build the power he wants.
Yan Xingnuma swung his fists, destroying the constantly resurrected No. 13 again and again, and changing his tricks to make him die in agony.
That's right, it's just that this guy is too weak!
There was no pressure on him at all, resulting in the delay in activating the talent evolution. He could only rely on this stupid method to fight the second law of evolution that determines the boundary model.
Rather than saying that Yan Xing is fighting the Nine Saints No. 13, it is better to say that he is confronting the information setting of No. 3. As long as he can break the immortality characteristic, it means that he has the basic conditions to kill No. 3.
boom!
The terrifying and huge fist slashed the beam of light, drowning No. 13, and the sharp light like a blade annihilated his holy body bit by bit.
“Ahhh!
"Yan Xing, you don't have to die well! You don't have to die well!
The wailing before death was full of pain and madness. The ultimate hatred was like black smoke, turning into a twisted shadow in the white light. A ferocious face screamed and filial piety towards the executioner.
These are meaningless to Yan Xing, and the fist lightly shakes them, annihilating them together.
This can no longer be called a battle, but a one-sided, repeated mechanical killing.
"Um?!"
After punching for millions more times, Yan Xing's expression became stagnant, a dazzling white light flashed in his eyes, and an extremely powerful spiritual power emerged from the depths of his consciousness.
"Is this...the plan successful?"
The corner of Yan Xing's mouth slowly rose. What he lacked was this "straw". Without hesitation, he used this invisible but surging spiritual power to deflect the will that interfered with his tenacity.
Another punch came, and No. 13 was still reborn in a state of madness, but Yan Xing was waiting for the long-awaited self-examination prompt.
"Ding Dong——"
"The subject encounters an unkillable enemy, the subjective will is challenged, the second law of evolution is activated, the subject undergoes unknown mutation evolution, the talent [Information Lock] evolves, and the second characteristic ability is born. The subject's information is indestructible and can be attached to anything. On top of the form of attack, causing damage to the source of information, please name it..."
Talent·True damage!
It’s finally done!
"Ahhhhh! You damn bastard of hell, kill me if you dare! Really kill me -"
No. 13 was reborn from the destruction, still full of vigor and vitality. He instinctively repeated the same roars and curses mechanically, but this time, the expected fist was late, and he couldn't help but look stunned.
"13, as you wish."
Yan Xing slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes became cold, and his restless and numb mind completely calmed down. He looked faintly at No. 13, the boxing bag that had accompanied him for endless years.
"Uh! You, you..."
Sensing the changes in the punishment, No. 13's eyes changed slightly. He didn't know what happened in this short period of time, but his mind was frantically warning. Since he was granted immortality, the sense of crisis that disappeared has finally returned. .
This guy is not kidding, he can threaten my life!
"In return, I will use this [one move] to bring your miserable life to a perfect end. 13. You can be buried with the Nine Saints!"
Yan Xing's eyebrows sank slightly, infinite power emerged from his body, and the true meaning of the avenue with different auras emerged, intertwined around the fist, forming a dense and bright halo.
boom--
At the same time, one can clearly feel that, driven by thoughts, the source of information, which is as solid as gold and iron, burns instantly, turning into an invisible and qualityless flame, blessing the whole body, lingering and merging with the bright halo.
Dao Zhenyi Fist Cut·One Style!
Yin Ang!
The pure white light cuts through the darkness of nothingness. This flash of light is reflected on the long river of time. The past, present, future, and endless time and space are all reflected white.
No. 13's extremely astonished eyes trembled and changed. The light of the falling fist was reflected in his eyes, and a hint of relief appeared.
Finally, can I die?
Get out of this nightmare cycle.
well--
This guy is really a monster!
Katcha!
The bodies of No. 13 and the Nine Saints melted silently like snow under the light. The light of destruction illuminated the past and the future, covering all time nodes. At the same time, a crisp cracking sound resounded in the heart.
It was the information barrier formed by the immortality characteristic that shattered under the brilliance of the invisible information flame.
Destroy!
Rumble——
The huge truth of No. 13 was swallowed up by white light, and the voice that stood on countless time nodes was also shattered and burned out from the information level.
"If you wish to die, Nine Saints, I will take you home!"
Yan Xing looked solemn as he reached into the boiling mass of destruction light and took out nine broken lines of information.
This is a deeper trace of life than the soul particles. Although it is impossible for the Nine Saints to be completely resurrected, their will will continue in another identity.
The Nine Saints used their lives to build a ladder to heaven and lifted Yan Xing out of the prison. This spirit can be sung and wept, and his contribution is beyond the sky.
It is worth the punishment for doing this.
Yan Xing's figure was twisted, and a silvery white light emerged. In the fierce battle of endless years, it was no longer known where he hit, and the time node of the current world was difficult to lock.
Therefore, it directly triggered the space-time jump——
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