"I..." The Master of the Water Mansion's throat wriggled hard, and it took him a while to say a few words. "The indescribable power made me feel as humble as if I had turned into an ant..."
"ah?!"
The copper lamp was shocked when he heard this, and said: "Are they really competing? No wonder, the lamp body made of Xujue Bronze is shaking unsteadily, and the lamp oil inside is even making waves."
The ordinary lamp oil it contains is like a vast ocean.
At this moment, what is being affected across the lamp body is like a tsunami...
"It's more than outrageous." The master of the Water Mansion said with a wry smile: "Even they can only protect themselves when facing the end of the catastrophe. It seems that if I want to rely on myself, there is no hope at all."
The copper lamp fell into silence.
The battle between Zhao Fan and the dean of the Holy Academy is still going on.
They fought hard until the ultimate holy power was exhausted, which was equivalent to running out of ammunition and food, but they still did not stop.
The confrontation of the Eucharist.
Broken fingers, broken arms, broken legs...
They fought until only a piece of mutilated flesh and blood was left, and they could no longer fight, so they stopped fighting!
Tong Deng looked at the scene dumbfounded, "Thankfully I know that they have a good relationship, otherwise I would have thought there was some sworn hatred. Each of them would be more ruthless than the other!"
The master of the Water Mansion smiled, then stood up and came to the two pieces of recovering flesh and blood. He said speechlessly: "What are you studying?"
"Calm down." The voice of the dean of the Holy Academy sounded, "I am working as a sparring partner for Creation. This guy is becoming more and more difficult for me. We were evenly matched in the last match, but this one was taken over by him. When I got a little bit cheap, I almost got snowballed into a disadvantage."
"Dean, you are humble." Zhao Fan's voice appeared, "I just found an opening. I just got some benefits and you blocked it. It is too difficult for the ultimate saint ancestors to really gain the upper hand. As for It’s even harder to crush.”
"Indeed, I have deduced it." The dean of the Holy Academy recalled and said: "If there is a fight at the ultimate saint ancestor level, it will be a protracted war of attrition. In the end, there is a high probability that both sides will be hurt, unless there is a huge gap in the treasures, such as the ancestor sacred weapon or something Otherwise, the result will be like what we are now."
What he didn't say was that the head and the headless body were fighting fiercely, but neither could do anything to the other.
Therefore, the only thing that determines the outcome of the Ultimate Saint Ancestor is treasure.
Everyone's rules are the same, the holy body is almost the same, and the methods are in the same range. After all, no one who can become the ultimate saint ancestor is lucky enough to get there.
We can only make a fuss about the ancestral sacred weapon.
Because, there is a big gap or restraint between the Ancestral Sacred Artifact and the Ancestral Sacred Artifact, even if both sides have it!
"Then if it is a fight between ancestors and saints, and the rules and techniques have exceeded the tenth level, will it be difficult to determine the winner even in a protracted war of attrition?" Zhao Fan couldn't help but ask.
"right."
The dean of the Holy Academy nodded and said: "Otherwise, why would there be an Ancestral Holy City where all the ancestors and saints coexist harmoniously? Even if they come later, they will not be suppressed and bullied by those who went first? Do you think that they are just as good and bad as the lower saints? Even if they are The upper saint ancestors, if it weren't for people like you and Brother Shuifu, it would have taken a long time for them to fall."
The owner of the Water Mansion listened to their conversation with mixed feelings.
Soon after.
Zhao Fan and the dean of the Holy Court both recovered as before.
The owner of the Water Mansion couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his eye. He was injured to the point where he could die just by blowing a breath, but he returned to his peak state so quickly.
He asked weakly: "Um... do you still want to continue fighting?"
The dean of the Holy Academy shook his head slightly and said, "After each sparring session, he would write in ink for a period of time. In addition to summarizing, he just looked at the rules and techniques."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Fan was already immersed in his own state. Although there was no isolation barrier, he seemed to be isolated from the world.
"Would you like to fight with me?" The dean of the Holy Court looked sideways at the master of the Water Mansion.
"No." The master of the Water Mansion shook his head and refused. He was joking. Do you want to fight? What's the difference between that and seeking abuse?
.
Now he has not reached the bottleneck in terms of rules or rules, so retreat and discussion are meaningless.
"Are you so cowardly?" The dean of the Holy Academy laughed.
The body of the copper lamp is bulging.
"I plan to go to the Rule Cave again." The master of the Water Mansion said: "Before the end of the great tribulation, no matter what, I will come back. If I fall, I will also fall in many realms."
"Want to try again?"
The dean of the Holy Academy asked in great surprise.
"Yes!" The master of the Water Mansion nodded, "So what if there are only six million years left? I see in creation that miracles are not necessarily related to time."
"I wish you success."
The dean of the Holy Academy said.
"Dengzi, you stay." As the master of the Water Mansion said, he threw the copper lamp into the void next to Zhao Fan.
"Master, I'll follow you!" The copper lamp flew back again.
"Listen to me."
The master of the Water Mansion shook his head and escaped from the isolation barrier without looking back.
"It makes no difference whether you follow him or not." The dean of the Holy Court said slowly: "Don't worry, based on my understanding of your master, he will be fine. He said that he will return safe and sound if he returns before the catastrophe. It's better to let him fight unscrupulously for the last time, with you by his side like a bond."
"All right."
The copper lamp moved its body in despair. ..
Gradually.
Zhao Fan came back to his senses and looked at the lonely copper lamp, as if he had guessed something. He raised his hand and touched the lamp body and said, "Brother Deng, do you believe me?"
"Nonsense, can you not believe it?"
Tong Deng said angrily: "After all this time, when did I ever doubt you?"
Even though the other party has become the Ultimate Saint Ancestor, Bronze Lamp's tone and attitude are no different from before. This is the deep feeling of sharing the same sorrow.
"If in the end, I fail to become the Ancestral Saint..." Zhao Fan said without wavering in his eyes: "I will not live alone, but stay and accompany you."
What's the point of going to the Ancestral Holy City alone?
We should live together and share our joys and sorrows with people who care.
If you want to die together, die without regrets!
The copper lamp lit the lamp body and said: "Okay! Come on, Fortune! If even you fail, then our Epoch Times is destined to leave no trace of its existence."
Not far away, the dean of the Holy Court looked at each person and one lamp quietly. He did not interrupt or persuade Zhao Fan.
If creation could be persuaded to move, it would not be creation.
