What a horror!
The expression of the man in white finally changed from calm to alert at this moment.
He felt threatened! ! !
A strong threat! Strong oppression!
The aura that appeared in that crack was not just one, but a total of thirteen.
Han Xiangzi, Zejin Tianzun and others in the distance were all frightened, trembling, and wanted to surrender.
How powerful is it? Can the most powerful people in this world be willing to surrender?
"Martial Ancestor... In this great world, only Martial Ancestor... can compare with these auras... what kind of existence is it? And there are thirteen..."
Han Xiangzi's pupils shrank sharply, as thirteen existences no weaker than the Martial Ancestor actually appeared in this world.
You must know that Martial Ancestor is an existence at the second level of Kongjing. At this level, even in the previous great world, there were only as few as stars. Even the Immortal Lord's Immortal Court and his subordinates are no more than one hand.
However, there are thirteen auras of this level appearing here.
This is too incredible and unbelievable.
At the peak of Extreme Resentment, it was only equivalent to the second level of the Sky Realm. Although he is almost invincible in this realm. But when they met the Thirteen Lords head-on, they didn't dare to confront them head-on, so they could only run away.
Thirteen statues of the second level of the Sky Realm appeared in this world together. It will definitely make the nine heavens and ten earth shake.
Unfortunately, this is Dilin Pass. It does not exist in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. It is more like an invisible place, created out of nothing and formless.
Their bodies appeared, tens of feet taller. At this moment, shocking pressure spread everywhere. The pair of eyes revealed ferocity, staring at the figure in white outside the crack.
His eyes scanned the world, and finally landed on the white man.
This look in his eyes was like the light of a sword or the shadow of a sword, or like the blazing sun. Extremely uncomfortable.
"The Thirteen Sky Realm..." The man in white stood on the shoulders of the god standing tall and looked out from a distance.
His expression was stern and guarded. The strands of hair moved with the momentum coming from the distance, and the white robe also moved with it.
The monstrous flames are getting thicker and thicker, and the bloodthirst is getting stronger and stronger.
They locked onto that white coat, as if the person opposite was their sworn enemy, a sworn enemy who would never stop fighting.
Once they are born, they will fight to the death.
That
Well, in this battle, who is stronger and who is weaker? Who lives and who dies?
The man in white shook his head and sighed.
In response to his shaking his head, are you going to lose? Do you feel inferior to this sigh?
Perhaps, some people will think so.
Han Xiangzi, Na Zejin Tianzun, and Lingbao Taoist all thought so.
All around them, there was desolation. No one could see anyone clearly, it was covered in darkness. It's like being trapped in the chaos. Although, they are extremely close.
But no one can see each other clearly or feel each other.
In their eyes, there was only that figure in the distance. And the crack that is getting more and more torn.
The moment the ferocious flames came out, there was another roar in the crack. As it roared, a large amount of black gas immediately spurted out from all the cracks. As soon as the black mist appeared, it immediately turned into endless fireworks, bringing with it With a roar that penetrated the soul, it spread out in all directions and headed straight out of the crack!
In an instant, there was a loud rumbling sound coming from the crack, like shaking, making a shocking sound. What followed was the sound of heaven and earth cracking. There is also a sky filled with blood.
The two colors of blood connected at this moment. Surging with inflammation from all directions.
Thirteen figures appeared, each wearing a battle armor, and the golden light was so bright that it was difficult to look directly at them.
Each figure is only a few dozen feet long. Although it is tall, it is far from being compared with the god who stands tall and towering on the sky and the earth.
But the momentum is far beyond. The body of the god standing tall on the sky was trembling slightly.
Maybe, just one. He is only evenly matched with a god, no matter how good he is, he is still slightly inferior. How can it make this god who can break the sky tremble?
This is the thirteenth statue, the second level of the sky realm. They all come together in mythology. However, it appeared at this moment.
Thirteen statues in total, how terrifying this must be! This can cause the vastness to roll back, and all living beings to be extinguished instantly. Makes all things unable to live.
This is really too scary.
"Has anyone... taken that step..."
The man in white's eyes shrank sharply, and he was surprised and shocked when he saw this scene.
That step, which step is that? What was the wrong way became the right way.
Whether it is true or not depends on the testimony that follows.
Perhaps, the answer to the mystery of Emperor Linguan's journey is the wrong path and how to become the right path.
this
This is the path he is taking now. It is a path with one wrong step and one wrong step at a time.
"This is... those who were about to step out. But they were still unable to lift the dark clouds and the wrong road."
"Before, at this moment, what was shown was the wrong path. Then, what will be shown in the end. Could it be the right path?" The man in white murmured, his eyes flickering.
He was frightened, frightened, and excited at the same time.
What surprised him was the familiarity of these auras, and what scared him was how powerful this wrong path was. Excitingly, there may be an end to it.
The more difficult the path is, the more powerful it will be if you succeed.
If he can succeed on his current path, who in the world can compete with him?
However, it cannot be verified at this moment. What appears at this moment is still the wrong way.
Thirteen figures, the momentum is unparalleled. But it’s still the wrong way.
"The Art of Gods and Demons...here...why is there the Art of Gods and Demons?"
"The demonic nature has disappeared, and the divine nature appears. But why is the divine nature present when the demonic nature is present? When the divine nature is present, the demonic nature appears."
The man in white felt the strong divinity, but he also felt the strong demonic nature.
This is like a community of gods and demons. But it is different from the community of gods and demons of the man in white. It's messy and muddy.
But the man in white is pure. Not the extreme, but comparable to the extreme. In this world, only the ultimate demon can restrain one.
The two have the same origin, but are completely different. What the hell does this happen?
"Back then, that group of Mo Chen cultivators once set foot here. As a result, they created an extremely glorious place in the vastness. Presumably, they also encountered the same situation."
The boy in white sighed softly, feeling a little emotional.
These thirteen existences of the second level of the Sky Realm appear at the same time. How many people in this world can stop them?
I'm afraid it's as sparse as the morning stars, or even less. However, among the group back then, someone actually won.
"Martial Ancestor...the group of Mo Chen cultivators back then. This is known. But I don't know, how many of that group of people were able to break through? Can Senior Guan Yuanyu and Senior Guan that I know be able to defeat These thirteen statues?"
While the man in white was thinking, there was a roar in the distance. The thirteen generals finally moved.
Just one punch, golden light.
However, what arrived was not eye-catching and brilliant.
But it’s dark.
