"not good!
"
"These guys are going to be killed..."
Yan Xing raised his head in astonishment, and the boy's hole shook violently. The boundless sky was covered by a rune barrier, and the power of information fluctuated violently. Each rune was condensed from the vast information of trillions of knowledge bits, and its power was immeasurable.
At the moment when this terrifying barrier appeared, the bronze heavens trembled and buzzed, blessed with infinite power and speeding up. The material particles were torn apart in the stillness, releasing dazzling light and heat until they were annihilated, and the heaven and earth were submerged in the pale light.
Everything is melting, except for the eleven bronze statues at the core, which still stand motionless, turning a blind eye to everything outside.
The corner of Yan Xing's mouth twitched, and he sighed helplessly in his heart. After all, the bronze statue was just a dead thing. No matter how strong it was, it only relied on instinct to act. How could it stand up to the machinations of living people.
"Hmph! If you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust!"
He was not stupid, he instantly understood that the other side was going to push the Bronze Heavens into the [Great Cross Crack], and Yan Xing didn't have the confidence and confidence to go deep into it yet.
The first-class forbidden place must be more terrifying than the bronze statue. I would rather be entangled by these monsters than fall into an unknown large rift.
"Time and space jump——"
Time was running out, and Yan Xing did not dare to hesitate at all. He activated his talent with his thoughts, and the silvery white light flowed and shimmered, covering his whole body.
[In view of the general environment,
It’s a long story, it’s all happening at the same time.
The information rune barrier covers the sky, the bronze heavens are pushed by great force, the surrounding bronze statues attack Yan Xing together, and the radiance of time and space jumps rises.
"Oh, what a bunch of idiots!"
"You are lucky to have met me..."
Yan Xing shook his head and sighed. If anyone were in his position, it would be almost impossible to reverse the situation. They could only be buried with these silly bronze statues.
Ho ho ho!
Suddenly, the two bronze statues of [Tao] and the God of Thought emitted a strange neigh, and their speed suddenly increased, defying common sense and freezing the chaotic time and space around them.
The Yan Xing Time Traveler talent had just been activated, and the two bronze arms had already penetrated the silvery white light, going up and down, piercing through his head and chest.
broken!
Yan Xing took a breath. Of course, this kind of injury would not lead to death. He did not even appear in a virtual state. What shocked him was that the invisible aura fluctuations emitted by the two arms distorted and interfered with concepts and all innate abilities. Everything went wrong at this moment.
I thought that his reaction and speed were fast enough, but it was just a matter of thoughts.
But after all, they still underestimated the terror of these bronze statues. They may not have realized that Yan Xing was about to escape. It was just the battle memory that existed in their instincts that allowed them to make the best response.
Dead things are dead things. This "best" means ruined both of them's last chance of escape.
Pig opponent!
Rumble——
The bronze heavens were pushed by the combined efforts of many other shores, from being still to disappearing without a trace, but in an instant, they did not give much chance to react.
By the time the shaking concept in Yan Xing's body stabilized, it was already too late. The Bronze Heavens crossed the boundary of the great crack and went deep into the boundless darkness.
"I've been really hurt by you!"
Yan Xing's eyes widened, his body became hollow, and he separated from the two bronze arms. He concentrated on perception and completely lost contact with the outside world. Even the synchronization of thoughts between the clones was broken.
Time and space jumps, teleportation and other means are all distorted and disturbed by an invisible force and cannot be driven to operate.
This force is very familiar, very similar to the bronze arm that penetrated his body just now, but the scary thing is that this thing is everywhere, filling the big cracks.
Don't panic, don't panic, we're not at the end of the road yet...
Yan Xing forced himself to calm down. The talents of harassment are only those that act on
The ability of the outside world, but only the innate ability of the self, operates normally, which shows that the intensity of the power of transcendence filled in the great crack in the outside world has not reached a desperate level.
Further, he thought of the last message left to him by the clone, which showed that the clone had also entered the big crack and walked out alive. Why couldn't he as the original body?
Ho ho ho!
The bronze statue let out a strange roar, and its bronze eyes fixedly stared at Yan Xing, who was in a virtual state. Without any hesitation, he did not care about the changing world outside, and continued to use violent attacks to kill him.
Rumble——
The bronze heavens, which were already on the verge of being broken, were affected by this, shaking violently, and dense black ravines covered the earth and the sky.
Yan Xing stood in the center of the destruction with a look of helplessness on his face. These madmen were unable to communicate at all, and in his virtual state, he could not avoid their attacks and could only bear them forcefully.
Every time an attack passes through the body, one can feel a chill, the virtual figure trembles and twists, and the concept is affected, but fortunately it does not collapse.
"Huh! Sure enough, the concept editor exists in my body and is integrated with me. The concept is more tenacious and powerful, and it is extremely resistant to external forces of transcendence. It is not comparable to a clone that is only contaminated with part of the concept."
His life was safe for the time being. Yan Xing breathed a sigh of relief and simply ignored those stupid bronze statues and let them go. He turned to look up at the unfathomable darkness outside the sky, his eyes filled with worry.
A-level forbidden place, what danger is hidden in the big cross crack?
This is unknown in the wasteland, because according to records, no one has ever come back alive after setting foot in it.
The immortal ghost "Yam Luo" is a complete exception, and he did not tell outsiders what he saw and heard.
"The Book of Narrative...what exactly is this? Before the clone goes to die, he must also leave his information, and he also carries out multiple encryptions with extreme caution."
Yan Xing frowned, and the string of coordinates was engraved in his memory, clearly visible. But in this endless dark crack, how to locate it? He couldn't even judge the most basic direction, and he didn't even have a certain idea of whether there was any space in this damn place.
At this moment, the bronze statues stopped their futile attacks, turned around and looked in one direction uniformly, with no strange expression on their dull bronze faces.
"Um?"
Yan Xing's expression moved slightly. Although the bronze statue could not do anything to him, its true strength was very terrifying, and its instinctive perception was even more so. They could detect abnormalities before him.
Ho ho ho——
The bronze statue looked up to the sky and roared in mourning. Its voice was harsher than ever before. It seemed as if it had encountered a natural enemy. It assumed a posture as if it were facing a formidable enemy. The terrifying aura that shook its entire body evaporated the surrounding space and time and all remaining materials.
Groan!
Katsa——
The indestructible, thick-as-substance information rune barrier was like a layer of bubbles at this moment, torn apart by a black light. The next moment, the extremely huge bronze heavens were split into two from the center.
The sword roared again, and the bronze heavens seemed to have been struck countless times in an instant, cut into tiny powder and scattered in the dark void, like an endless nebula whirlpool.
Sword chant!
That weird black line is the sword light!
Yan Xingtong's hole was enlarged, and the relevant information about the big cross crack flashed in his mind. It is said that this first-class forbidden place was left by a supreme transcendent who cut off two swords.
It is very possible that the danger in this crack is the dark sword light!
escape--
Yan Xing's heart was trembling, and there was only one thought echoing in his mind. He could think of it with the heel of his feet. The attack of the transcendent person was more powerful than the bronze heavens destroyed by a casual glance. There was a huge difference between the two. It was not a simple matter of A and B. It can be summarized in two words.
Poof!
The Guangxi Hongmeng Mother Goddess slowly lowered her head and looked down. At some point, a jet-black sword light appeared out of thin air and penetrated her chest. Immediately, her body was nailed to the spot, unable to move.
The Mother Goddess’ hands are weak, holding the bronze head in her arms
As he fell, he was cut into nothingness by a flash of black light before he was halfway down.
Katcha! Crash--
Fine cracks gradually appeared on the bronze body surface, and pieces of the copper shell peeled off, falling like raindrops, revealing the crystal clear white skin underneath.
When Yan Xing saw this, he immediately felt his scalp numb. He understood what this situation meant. The power of transcendence contained in the dark sword light safely crushed the bronze statue, and instantly wiped out the power of transcendence contained in the body of the bronze statue. , so Hongmeng Mother Goddess will break away from the copper state.
But death is death, and being out of copper only means the complete dissipation and disintegration of the transcendent power within it, but it does not mean that the Hongmeng Mother Goddess will come back to life.
Buzz!
The dark sword light trembled slightly, and the living body of the Mother Goddess suddenly turned into a ray of light, leaving the last trace of light in the darkness, and then completely dissipated.
Groan! Groan!
In all directions, in the dark depths, endless sword lights emerged, dense and dense with no end in sight. The sharp sword tips pointed at the statues of gods in the distance, ready to attack.
Kill the Hongmeng Mother Goddess with one sword.
How can we resist such great power and quantity! ?
But the bronze statue is not afraid, so why should the dead be afraid of death? Perhaps it is a relief to dissipate like the mother goddess.
Ho ho ho!
Instead of running away, the ten stupid bronze statues rushed towards the dark sword light.
Sorry, I can't save you!
Regret flashed across Yan Xing's face. From the message left by the clone, we knew that these bronze statues were the ones who helped the Truth get out of trouble in the hands of those on the other side. So from the beginning to the end, his attitude towards these statues was very subtle. Even if he was trapped into danger, he couldn't get angry with them even if he wanted to.
The enemy was so fierce that he couldn't resist it. Yan Xing decisively gave in, got out of the virtual state, turned around and ran away!
stop--
It turned into a bright escaping light, found a gap where the sword light was empty, and galloped away.
The Great Rift places great restrictions on him, and all means that require reliance on the outside world are effective due to interference. Without time and space jumps and teleportation, he can only fly by himself.
In the "afterglow" of perception, the bronze statues collapsed. Their majestic bodies were filled with dark sword light. At the last moment of dissipation, their true colors were revealed.
Being liberated in this way can be regarded as retaining the remaining dignity.
Yan Xing did not look back, burning the world and universe in his body, increasing his speed crazily. He wanted to escape as much as possible while the dark sword light was not paying attention to him, and then relied on virtualization to hide his traces.
"Something's wrong!
"
After a moment of madness, Yan Xingmeng stopped and looked around. What he saw was the endless darkness and absolute void. There was no conceptual concrete thing, not even a particle of matter could be seen.
"Based on the speed of the Bronze Heavens just now, it stands to reason that I should have escaped from the big crack area long ago. Why..."
Yan Xing frowned. He didn't rush around headlessly, but broke out according to the direction he came in. However, the imagined boundary never appeared.
From the moment it enters the big crack, the escape route is actually cut off. No matter whether it flies in any direction, it cannot touch the boundary, and it cannot be measured by common sense.
This phenomenon is somewhat similar to the [Snake of the World] that the Lord of Reincarnation used to imprison him, but it is not that simple, and it is even more difficult to understand the logic of its existence.
"Yes, if it is so easy to leave, this is not a first-class forbidden place, there is a big cross crack!"
Yan Xing quickly accepted the reality, and at the same time he became increasingly curious, how did the avatar save his life when he entered this place? How to get out again.
Although the clone left little information, he was very sure that the other party had definitely penetrated too deep into the crack, and there was no reason why he would come to deceive his true self.
"If you really die here, it will be a big loss..."
"I don't know if those dark sword lights have the ability to kill from a distance."
Yan Xing shook his head, whatever
If you choose one direction and continue flying, if it doesn't work, you can only see if you will evolve new talents to adapt to this environment.
Death is not a problem, even if I lose my true self.
For the strong, there is actually no difference between the original deity and its clones. In other words, each clone can be transformed into a new deity after the original deity dies.
What was lost was cultivation, origin, the world within the body, and various precious magical weapons and treasures, etc. Everything had to be started all over again.
Compared to others, Yan Xing's losses were even greater, because he had a "concept editor" and a "self-test module" in his body that could not be reproduced, and these two things were bound to his true form.
Why does the unknown source of entering the truth still carry the mission of obliterating Yama himself?
It is because they learned an important piece of information through a special method. The reason why "Yam Luo" has an immortal consciousness is because he inherited the special ability of the deity. If the source of this ability is cut off, you "Yam Luo" will be just a convenient person. Kill the clown.
This judgment is correct.
All conceptual talents infected by clones are copied to the original body. Once the original body dies with the "Concept Editor", all talents and abilities will lose their foundation and disintegrate.
Therefore, it is not a last resort. Yan Xing does not want to abandon his original self. If he wants to start over from scratch with a "poor and useless" clone, it will be difficult to achieve what he has achieved today.
What's more, it's not certain whether these dark sword lights have the ability to kill from a distance. Looking for some sense in the dark, it would be really cool to kill all his clones together.
"Why is it that the more you think about it, the more dangerous it becomes!? Yan Xing, don't play tricks on me, otherwise it would be too damn unjust to die like this!"
The only belief that Yan Xing can still remain calm now is that his clone once walked out of the cross crack alive.
"In this damn place, even energy supply is a problem..."
A pitch-black film appeared on the surface of Yan Xing's body, and then immediately collapsed and disintegrated. The [perpetual motion body] is extremely dependent on the external environment. It is said to be able to swallow and digest even concepts, but it has lost its use in this big crack at this moment. In the land of martial arts, Mao didn't even eat a bite.
Groan——
coming!
Yan Xingtong's hole shook violently, the ghost's crisp sword roar seemed to be everywhere, and his skin ached slightly, which was caused by the sword's point.
"Psychic True Body·Probability Storm!"
"unlimited--"
Boom!
A figure surrounded by white light stepped out from the center of Yan Xing's eyebrows. He made hand seals and recited the mantra with a solemn expression. In the next moment, endless figures split and spewed out.
Full of darkness, filled with emptiness.
Each spiritual body is trying its best to release the aura fluctuations, and then rushes away in all directions. Yan Xing's hidden aura is lurking in the torrent of many figures.
This may be one of the few advantages he has over the bronze statue. He has thoughts and brains and can adapt to the environment.
Under the situation that he cannot replenish energy, he must save as much as possible. The spiritual body consumes the power of the soul, which is currently the best method.
escape!
He doesn't want to have a head-to-head confrontation with the dark sword light yet. No one knows whether he can defeat the opponent conceptually. If he miscalculates, there will be no chance of regret.
Groan——
Facing the countless figures that suddenly appeared, the dark sword light was stunned for a moment, and then it trembled and buzzed, as if it was provoked and angered, and emitted more powerful and terrifying aura fluctuations.
Split!
One turned into two, two turned into four, and the number of pitch-black sword lights surged in an instant. After splitting countless times, their aura did not weaken at all, which was contrary to common sense.
The jet-black sword light is hidden in the darkness, and is almost impossible to see or sense. Only the traces of fluctuations that it rapidly cuts through the void can prove that they really exist and are everywhere.
Yan Xing looked solemn. He could feel that the true body of the soul was being destroyed at an extremely fast speed. Every time the true body died, the pain would be passed on to him. Fortunately, the transformation and sublimation completed by the power of the soul previously, those chaotic
Personality will not impact or oppress him.
It was just pain, but it was a trivial matter, and he could endure it no matter how intense it was. The difficult thing is that this ghost place cannot replenish its consumption, and the soul will be exhausted sometimes.
This is not a long-term solution.
Yan Xing's eyes were twitching, his thoughts were racing wildly, and he was thinking hard about how to break the situation.
"sword?"
"Since this unknown elder is a swordsman, if he shows his goodwill with the sword and comes to meet friends with the sword, maybe..."
Yan Xing's heart suddenly moved, this idea came into his mind, and he lost control, but he would not easily risk his life to test it.
As his mind turned, a clone split out, taking away one percent of his power. The key lies in those particle universes that contain the true meaning of the great avenue.
I quickly pulled away and hid in the crowd. The next moment, a bright and colorful divine light bloomed in the darkness, and I shouted fiercely throughout the void.
"The Sword of the True Meaning of the Great Way·Thirty Million Realms of Infinite Heaven!"
"cut--"
really! It works!
Yan Xing's eyes lit up. In his perception, all the dark sword light froze in an instant, no longer chasing the real body of the soul, and instead pointed at the area where the clone was.
Poof!
"Ahem, I, run away quickly..."
Boom!
The clone holding the Sword of True Intent only stood for a moment before being pierced by tens of thousands of pitch-black sword lights and exploding into a ball of brilliant fireworks.
Yan Xing's face darkened, and he didn't have time to think about it. Black mist appeared on his body, and he turned around and ran away, getting faster and faster.
It’s over!
I'm going to die, I'm going to die...
