What kind of power can form such a vast, endless, towering sacred mountain that has stood for countless millions of years?
The mountains, seas and world it surrounds, just at any random place, will give people an indescribable shock.
And all of these are just insignificant things that even need to be defended.
Then what kind of power can make this vast mountain that never seems to change collapse?
The sword ghost didn't know, and couldn't think of it anymore.
Because its body has been touched by this palm, at this moment, the power of formation, residence and destruction of emptiness completely fell around it.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
In the hazy field, all that could be seen was a man whose whole body was covered in dark golden blood-skin armor. He stretched out his palm to caress a humanoid creature with a strange red light surrounding it.
The man's expression is very calm, but he carries an aura of majesty and strength, which makes people dare not look directly at him or slander him.
He stroked the red figure's head, as if he was purifying the worst evil in the world.
In the next moment, all the surrounding flames, black mist, and even drumbeats completely dissipated.
Duan Zhen retracted his palm, and the sword ghost in front of him gradually turned into a ball of soft blood fragments, slowly falling down like mud.
Master Sumeru, the flow of birth and death.
When his palm touched his head, the opponent no longer had any chance of life.
The power of this martial arts attack is the total strength of his three lives, which is the complete integration of spiritual power, martial arts blood, illusory soul light, divine power, and immortality.
With the blessing of his mind, after some accumulation of energy, he condensed into the most primitive and violent power.
Even though this sword ghost has reached the high level of Dharma and has the blessing of the field, he still cannot block a single blow.
"Ding Dong!"
There was a crisp sound, and the long sword glowing with scarlet blood fell to the ground.
"This kind of consumption..."
Duan Zhen stood there, calming down his energy and blood slightly.
The palm strike just now consumed so much energy that even he was in a state of soreness and exhaustion at this time.
In a short period of time, Yi's strength dropped by a full 20 to 30%.
From now on, this posture will consume the space and cause the Sumeru Mountain to collapse. It can only be used as a trump card and should not be used lightly.
He looked at the hazy field around him that had not dispersed because the Sword Demon died again, and felt confused in his heart.
I especially remember that the last time I killed the opponent, the field was immediately broken.
"This sword is quite good."
Duan Zhen stretched out his hand to summon the long sword that fell to the ground, and pointed at the scarlet sword, feeling that its material was extremely extraordinary.
The sword is three feet and nine inches long, with a thin line of blood all over its body, as if it is sucking human blood all the time.
And if you input a little bit of martial arts blood, the sword will burn.
He thought for a few breaths and looked at the hazy field in front of him, and suddenly a very vague sense of crisis arose in his heart.
The next moment, he felt a sudden strong suction force from the long sword in his hand, and the surrounding field also flashed.
Teleportation array!
Duan Zhen felt a chill in his heart. This Sword Demon's long sword actually combined with the field at this moment to form a teleportation array!
This vague feeling of change that was about to happen was no different from the teleportation formation that was built by people from the main city of Qingyuan when he and Su Xiuling went to Xingyue City.
"I see…"
Duan Zhen's face became very ugly. Under this situation, he finally understood why this sword ghost could enter Longchuan City, which was enveloped by the life-suppressing formation.
The hazy feeling of teleportation became stronger and stronger, and he was unable to do anything to get rid of it.
At the last moment, he stepped hard on the ground, and a ball of blood fragments separated from his feet.
Immediately, the entire field of vision suddenly changed.
…
Deep in the Great Wilderness Mountains, in a deep valley 30,000 miles away from Longchuan City.
It was late at night, and the air was filled with a smell that sounded like sulfur and countless blood. It was extremely pungent and unbearable.
There is also a scarlet altar deep in the valley, with an inexplicable pattern engraved on it with unknown meaning, but just seeing this scene is enough to make people feel endless fear.
Under the altar, there are eighteen statues with different appearances and a subtle red light all over their bodies, like evil ghosts sleeping deep in the netherworld, waiting for their next awakening in the night.
"Whirring whirring!"
In an instant, there was a flash of light on the altar, and a man's figure covered with dark gold skin lines appeared.
There were traces of deep black light and shadow in his eyes, he glanced around for a moment, and then jumped down from the altar.
"Going directly to the outside of Longchuan City..."
Duan Zhen stared at the eighteen statues around him and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He felt a ball of blood in Longchuan City and felt calm.
Advanced Split Apparition.
At the last moment, since he could not block the power of teleportation, he could only take advantage of the moment when the hazy field was broken to separate a ball of blood.
He didn't know what he would encounter if he was teleported there, but he thought it must be a dangerous place, so he could only leave some blood tissue.
Even if something unexpected happens, there is always a chance of coping.
"Is everything weird here?"
Duan Zhen looked at the ferocious statues in front of him and couldn't help but move.
In the blink of an eye, he stepped out of the area around the altar and arrived in the valley.
What he didn't expect was that almost at the same time, cracks appeared on the eighteen statues.
"Boom boom boom!"
In the empty valley, there was a sudden sound like cracking rocks, like icebergs breaking apart, and it seemed like layer upon layer of earthquakes caused by landslides.
As soon as Duan Zhen left the altar, these statues came to life.
Eighteen extremely ferocious and terrifying figures burst out of the rock in an instant!
"Gathering Spirits..."
Duan Zhen's ears twitched slightly from the strong wind brought about by the resurgence of the rock, and then his face suddenly became extremely ugly.
Among these eighteen weird statues, there are actually three weird ones at the Zhoutian level!
You, Resentment, Fierce, Evil, and Ji are the weird layers corresponding to the first five realms of martial arts.
The weirdness at the level of "set" is already completely comparable to that of Zhou Tian, and a realm of reality is derived between thoughts and movements.
There is no rival within Zhoutian!
The realm that the sword ghost used just now was only at the illusory level, but it could produce fireworks, black mist, drum beats, and even change gravity.
If it weren't for Duan Zhen's extremely strong adaptability, he would have turned into a ball of mud under the crushing force of half a million kilograms of gravity.
From this we can see how terrifying the Zhoutian level of weirdness must be.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The dark night suddenly became a little brighter, as if the sky began to change, from an extremely silent late night to a strange world lit with red light.
At the same time, a red figure about one foot tall and holding a long sword appeared in front of Duan Zhen.
It appeared in front of Duan Zhen first, swaying slightly, and said coldly: "Human... you killed it."
This one was almost exactly the same as the Sword Demon, except that it was a strange red shadow that was half the size. He spoke in a calm tone.
It didn't seem to have any fluctuations, and it wasn't angry because Duan Zhen killed the sword ghost, but as he spoke, it stretched out a hand towards Duan Zhen.
"Boom boom boom!"
The air seemed to be squeezed and exploded instantly by a visible force, and ripple-like air masses were suddenly lifted up.
Duan Zhen's body dwarfed at the same time, his muscles, bones and skin constantly changing to adapt to the sudden power of the field.
"Pooh!"
He spat out a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled suddenly and cruelly.
There is no way to retreat from this situation, we can only fight!
"What about Sunday?"
In the next moment, Duan Zhenxing suddenly rose to a height of two feet.
He suddenly raised his hands, made a handprint that seemed to turn the world upside down, and struck hard at the weird thing in front of him.
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Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, happy New Year’s Eve!
