A palm came out, shattering the void, and the giant palms scattered towards the back, and there were loud bangs everywhere.
In a daze, they saw a hand reaching out from those figures. In the blink of an eye, the palm disappeared again.
Perhaps they have never seen it. All he saw was a gust of wind, as the hundreds of giant palms fell one after another, causing chaos in the void, and the hundreds of giant palms collided together.
Each giant palm has the power to destroy the sky, and the rolled-up power can naturally shatter other palms.
The giant palm shattered, and the power was supposed to remain. But it floats around everyone like a breeze, without making any movement.
The breeze rotates, and when it drifts behind, there is a big wave again. The gentle breeze turned into a violent wind, so violent that even the mighty destroyer would be shaken down.
What kind of wind is this that can shake the power of destruction?
All the powerful men were shocked, this was definitely not an illusion. They really saw a palm protruding from the body with closed eyes.
Some ghosts and gods took action again, wanting to find out what happened, and the others fled. They all opened their eyes wide, wanting to see the truth clearly.
Their eyes widened, and the next moment they held their breath, all of them were shocked.
This is not an illusion, that hand appears again!
Just reaching out, just touching it gently, the huge palm with shocking power instantly disintegrated and disintegrated into the breeze. They didn't touch the man's body at all, they all retreated. When they got close to the ghost and god who took action, they started to worship him loudly and knocked him far away.
People were stunned. This palm came so suddenly, it could be said to be a flash in the pan.
They didn't find any figure, nor did they feel any fluctuations in aura.
So, where did this hand come from?
The previous wind has not completely dissipated, and the black mist is undulating on the bodies of the ghosts and gods.
"Someone is really blocking us!" A ghost said solemnly, suppressing composure but feeling fear in his heart.
"Could it be that the powerful human race in this world took action?" Someone asked in confusion.
In the nearly thousand years of war, it has been a battle between the gods and the powerful outsiders. The great power that destroys the human race has never taken action. This may be God's special command, or it may be that they are indifferent by nature and have nothing to do with foreigners.
For the strong people outside the world, the energy and blood of the human monks are far less powerful than that of the gods. More importantly, the human race has two of the strongest men, so the strong people outside the world have never taken action against the human race.
However, even if the powerful human race annihilation realm takes action at this moment. Nor would it be erased with such a bland description. But a more intense impact.
Who on earth could, silently and silently, sweep away his full force with one blow. Who is it that can erase their combined attack with one hand?
Even if God and Banzu join forces, they cannot do this.
Although that level is above the realm of destruction, it cannot easily wipe out all the ghosts and gods' combined attacks.
At this moment, everyone no longer dared to take action at will, and were very afraid. If you can easily erase the shocking force, you can easily suppress them. Just like the ghost-faced man that appeared back then.
It's just that the ghost-faced man exudes an extremely evil aura. Even more than the ten permanent generals. The breath at this moment was like spring breeze. Although the subsequent wind was very strong and made their bodies sway, their whole bodies were still refreshed.
This is definitely not the ghost-faced man.
Some people still focused on the stone statue sitting on the back of the white tiger.
They found something unusual!
As the pages of the book in the statue's hand turned rapidly, and as the long rainbows continued to flood the sky and the earth, there were more and more cracks on the face, revealing smooth skin on the face.
It broke like an eggshell, revealing its smooth face. There is an eye there, revealing sadness, with tears forming a line, drop by drop.
People seemed to hear a whisper.
"Master......"
There are more and more cracks, and they spread all over the body in an instant. At this moment, a huge roar came from heaven and earth. A little red light burst out from the stone statue, showing the flames of heaven and earth.
A red bird divine shadow descended from the Nine Heavens and landed behind the sculpture, as if it had become a guardian.
At this moment, the world was shocked. The two old men in the Holy Mountain suddenly shrank their pupils, looking horrified.
Both of them are extremely powerful, and few things in the world can shock them so much.
"This is...the fire of Suzaku...the symbol of the Four Spirits. Who...is this person!!!"
Whether it was a strong person from outside the world or a powerful human race in this world, their breathing became rapid.
The appearance of the Suzaku mythical beast represents the return of the Four Spirits. People felt a majestic event appearing in an extremely distant place.
That was the edge of the Seven Realms of God's Domain, where there was chaos. However, at this moment, the white mist is billowing, as if it is about to open up another world.
There was another cracking sound that resounded throughout the heaven and earth, and then there was another dragon roar.
"How is it possible... the appearance of Suzaku... can mean that this person is the Holy God Suzaku. And why are the dragon roars heard one after another?"
The Lord of Heaven was greatly shocked. When he raised his head, he saw another phantom slowly taking shape.
"This is... the Holy Spirit of Xuanwu..."
There are three sides of heaven and earth, with great rise and fall and another side.
There was a sigh, suddenly recalled in the world.
There is a part of the sky and the earth, the sky is bright red, and it is filled with red plum blossoms in a single thought, and it extends to a huge stone statue.
Countless flying sand collapsed on the man's statue, revealing a streak of white clothes and white hair as it circulated.
"I once heard someone say in a dream that when March comes, the plum blossoms on the mountains will bloom in the morning breeze. On the slopes of the surrounding mountains, the plum blossoms on the trees are as white as snow."
"I once wanted to wait and see that this scene was not caused by the heaven and earth descending, but by relying on the seeds of all things to survive and turn around again and again."
"It's just that what you want is not achieved. No matter it was back then or now, I have never really seen that storm."
"I'm asking myself, can I see it now?"
"I know that in the changing world, even if I can actually see it, it won't be the same bloom as back then. But, I still want to see it."
"See, they say the plum blossoms are like snow."
Plum blossoms are like snow, but they are completely opposite. What he saw were plum blossoms like blood.
This blood has penetrated countless feet into the earth. Even if it takes countless thousands of years, it will not fade away.
People saw the man in white standing there motionless, just holding his hands behind his back, looking at the red house.
A sigh.
"What I see, what I hear, what I listen to. This is the scenery of this world, this is the view of all living beings!"
"I stand here to watch the library for this place!"
The white-haired man slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again with a soft cry.
This was not something he had seen or witnessed with his own eyes. It is the accumulation of time that has lasted for countless thousands of years in this world.
He stretched out his hand and whispered one word. In the distance, Changhong appeared.
There was a pen drawn in the sky from a distance, and gently fell into his hand. With a light stroke, he drew a stroke. I have these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and I wish they could be transformed into ink.
