Chapter 490 The three major incarnations were beheaded

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With the combined attack of the four true gods, the Divine Dividing Chasm was shattered thousands of miles apart and turned into nothingness.

Guixu Burial Innocent God controls these four terrifying murderous intentions with cold eyes.

He took a pitch-black spear, and above it was a surge of divine power.

The Heaven-Burying Divine Spear, his divine weapon, had killed some true gods who were unwilling to fulfill their ancient covenants in the past.

"The black scale dragon is angry!"

With a spear thrust out, the black dragon roared, spiraled upwards, commanded the sea for hundreds of millions of miles, and set off a wave of tens of thousands of feet.

The black dragon and the four true gods collided with each other, and a deafening sound instantly erupted between heaven and earth.

Huge energy fluctuations swept across all directions, and the sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder and lightning, as if they were about to tear the entire world apart.

The earth shook violently, mountains collapsed, and the oceans churned. Countless creatures fled in terror, looking for a safe place to escape this devastating battle.

The figures of Guixu Zangtian, Zhou Qiankun and others were looming in the energy storm.

Their power has exceeded mortal imagination, and every collision will cause drastic changes in the world.

When the storm subsided, everyone looked intently.

In the formation world, Zhou Qiankun and the three major incarnations were forced back, and cracks appeared on the original Hunyuan Sword and the Yin-Yang Hunyuan Bell.

Under the divine battle, the holy weapon was simply unable to withstand it.

If it were not for the fact that the origin of these two holy weapons was three thousand innate air, they would have shattered in the collision just now.

The divine robe on Guixu Zangtian's body was broken, revealing his strong figure with eight-pack abs.

His body was covered with scars, each with residual divine power.

That was his former glory, left behind by the true God he had killed.

He looked at Zhou Qiankun coldly, raising the black spear in his hand, with a strange black mist shining on the spear.

On his body, a piece of equally pitch-black armor covered his whole body, making his aura even more powerful. Even the heaven and earth could not bear it, and the space in all directions cracked.

"Bury the sky with armor, bury the sky with a spear, and be proud of the world. Bury the sky with a spear!"

As soon as a spear was thrust out, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The sky for millions of miles was shattered and turned into a huge black hole.

Under this spear, the formation was turbulent, and the terrifying aura caused the twelve saints to vomit blood, unable to bear it at all.

Outside the formation, blood flowed from the corners of the mouths of Hua Yu Daoyu and Han Fengyang, and the demigod puppets were forced to kneel down on the huge sea.

Behind the three of them, the half-saint was even more unbearable, with cracks appearing in his soul.

Qingyao raised her hand and used the Sky-Slaying Divine Spear to form a force field, protecting Xiaoyi, Liu Yongfei, Lingxianyu and others.

Looking at Zhou Qiankun under that spear, everyone looked pale.

"We were all injured by the power of this spear outside the battlefield. Can Senior Brother Zhou be able to stop it?"

Liu Yongfei asked worriedly.

Qingyao shook her head, she didn't know either.

Looking at Xiaoyi and the others, she hesitated:

"Do you want to hide in the space god ring for a while?"

Xiaoyi and Liu Yongfei nodded. They understood that they had no role in this battlefield.

Staying outside will only increase the burden on Qingyao.

Lingxianyu hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

"I can mobilize the source of water to protect myself."

Hearing this, Qingyao nodded and said nothing more.

Xiaoyi and Liu Yongfei temporarily entered the space divine ring.

On the battlefield, Zhou Qiankun looked at the power of this spear with a heavy expression.

He knew that this was the opponent's ultimate magical power, and Guixu Zangtian had no intention of stalling with him.

In the previous confrontation, he had figured out Zhou Qiankun's trump card.

Zhou Qiankun took a deep breath, his eyes serious.

The God's Death Sword in his hand exudes dazzling light, and the power of time flows in it.

Funeral songs also sounded behind the incarnation of Kendo, and visions of the fall of gods continued.

The incarnation of the underworld mobilized all the power of the six heavens of the underworld, and the gate of the avenue continued to emit the sound of the avenue.

The seven figures of the Holy Spirit emerged behind the incarnation of Yin and Yang and merged into one, forming a calamity light that could destroy everything.

"kill!"

This was a decisive blow, and both of them gave it their all without any reservation.

A spear fell, and the Divine Death Sword trembled. The terrifying power lifted Zhou Qiankun hundreds of miles away. He coughed up blood, and a crack appeared in his soul.

The spear penetrated the gate of the avenue, and the power of the underworld fell apart. The battlefield trembled, as if the formation under the feet was about to be shattered.

The calamity light was shattered, the vision of the gods' fall was shattered, the original Hunyuan Sword was beaten back to the Hunyuan Qi, and the Yin-Yang Hunyuan Bell was also beaten back to the Yin-Yang Qi, and floated back into Zhou Qiankun's body.

The three major incarnations were pierced by spears and collapsed in the formation at the same time.

The spear fell on the boundary wall of the formation, shattering the tens of thousands of miles of divine chasm, and the endless divine wind was swept away.

Within the realm of the great formation, the flesh bodies of the twelve saints exploded silently, leaving only the weak souls.

Looking at the crumbling formation and the injured Zhou Qiankun, Guixu Zangtian said in a cold tone:

"It's over. In the face of absolute power, borrowed power is fake after all."

Outside the formation, everyone felt cold in their hearts.

Guixu Zangtian's strength is too strong, Zhou Qiankun has done well enough.

However, Guixu Zhantian possesses many magical powers, and he is also blessed with two major artifacts.

In addition, the True God's perception of Tao and understanding of combat far surpass Zhou Qiankun.

Under multiple suppressions, the gap has been infinitely magnified.

Hua Yu Daoyu shook his head in disappointment.

"It seems you have failed. I can only take the first step."

Han Fengyang bit his lip and said nothing.

If it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to stop Guixu Burial Heaven at this moment.

Next, Guixu Zangtian only needs one move to destroy the formation and destroy all their efforts and hopes.

Guixu Zangtian also planned to do this. He stepped forward with such power that cracks appeared in the formation.

Raising his hand, terrifying divine power gathered on the Sky Burial Spear.

"It's over. The ants' struggle is really boring."

He shook his head in disappointment.

"No! Not defeated yet."

Among the twelve saints, the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Whale suddenly let out a cry.

The Sky-Swallowing Demonic Whale looked at the blood-red endless sea with sad eyes and desolate heart.

This was its home, now a dead zone, with only corpses and blood left.

It looked at the true God and made a decisive sound.

"If you want to destroy my home, even a true god will have to pay the price."

After saying that, its soul burned violently, and terrifying laws were injected into the formation.

The cracks are slowly being repaired.

"Yes, we are all going to die anyway, so it would be better to die more spectacularly."

The ice crystal dolphin laughed loudly, burning its soul and sacrificing its own laws.

Watching the ice crystal dolphin disappear little by little, a tear fell from the corner of Di Qi's eyes.

"It's strange. This guy has been bullying me. I should be very happy when it dies. Why can't I be happy now? I even feel like crying?"

Yue Manhua, the first-generation Holy Mother of Yaochi, turned to look at Han Fengyang and smiled sadly.

"Senior, thank you for bringing us hope. Now, it's time for us to give you hope. Remember, we must win."