The remnants of destruction spread. The invisible giant mouth swallows the light, like a festering wound on the world.
The three of them stared at the clouds and mist. The five Taoist weapons concentrated on self-destruction, but the other party seemed to be unscathed. Shang Jia, the head of Niya Palace, tossed an ancient copper coin in his hand and said with a smile: "I admire Dao Youyou's ability." Although he was smiling, there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.
The leader of Taichu Temple holds a whisk that is half black and half white, and looks at the clouds and mist with deep and cold eyes.
"Who are you anyway?" he asked. Mo Ci stared quietly, her plain clothes fluttering. A wisp of slender smoke behind her gathered and scattered, ethereal, like a sword when gathered, invisible when scattered, changing unpredictably between reality and reality.
After a moment of silence, the beast god only said: "No need to talk nonsense." An extremely powerful force invaded outwards from the center of the clouds, the void cracked, and the roar of the beast shook the sky.
In the dazzling rainbow light, countless monsters were born. Their bodies are made up of iridescent and magnificent light. Their outlines are ridiculous and their limbs are grotesque. They do not belong to any kind of monster known in the world.
Each of these ancient monsters that seem to have transcended time and come to this world exudes an aura comparable to that of the Beast Emperor.
The three of them stared at each other. Shang Jia threw out the copper coins. The copper coin rotates and becomes larger, and the front side is cast
"Get rid of disasters and eliminate evil", cast in reverse
"Eternal".
"Pressure!"... Jing Yingrong picked up the medal from the tray brought by the waiter and distributed it to the three winners in turn.
The medal is made of jade, a small square plate with rounded corners, and the surface is engraved with honorary descriptions and auspicious patterns. The patterns are slightly different depending on the ranking.
The second and third place winners looked somewhat uncomfortable when receiving their awards, because no one in the audience paid attention to them, and everyone only looked at the woman in front of them who was presenting the award to them.
The two of them looked at Gu Yingxi in the middle, as if they were waiting for a good show. However, they were disappointed. Gu Yingxi didn't mind being robbed of the limelight at all, and he didn't even show off his usual cool and dignified demeanor.
With a smile on his face, he respectfully took the medal from Jing Yingrong's hand and expressed his gratitude softly. The corners of Jing Yingrong's lips curved slightly and she said congratulations.
...The black and white dust tails grow infinitely, like a rushing river with a vast flow. The ancient monsters formed a surging wave, and the brilliant light and the monotonous black and white collided, wrestled, and intertwined, like two wild pythons tightly entwined, fiercely devouring each other's bodies.
The copper coin is huge and boundless, and the square hole in the middle is blazing white, like a mysterious portal leading to the unknown world. The ancient demons were pulled by the suction force and slowly flew towards the portal.
Once submerged in the white light, there is no more sound. But some powerful people broke free from the restraints and landed on the copper coins. Their hoofs and claws struck, their heads and horns collided, clusters of streams of light exploded like fireworks, and the copper coins made a loud bang and trembled.
Shang Jia and the masters of Taichu Temple controlled their own magical weapons to fight against the ancient demon, and cast their peripheral vision at Mo Ci. Mo Ci turned a blind eye to the approaching ancient demon, with only the reflection of the clouds and mist in his eyes.
The smoke dispersed from behind. In the center of the clouds and mist, a crack suddenly appeared. The slender and transparent cracks bloomed with unparalleled ultimate sword intent.
The clouds and mist seemed to be penetrated by this sword intent, but in the next moment, the cracks were seen to shrink rapidly, and a strange creaking sound could be heard in the dark.
Feeling the oppressive force coming from the natal magic weapon, Mo Ci showed no expression on his face and immediately took it back.
The sword called Formless is invisible and shadowless. When it returns, it passes through the sea of ancient demons, just like an invisible sickle swinging across a wheat field.
There seems to be a line of sight in the clouds and mist. In this confrontation, she knew who was the biggest threat, and she knew the gap between the enemy and ourselves.
Mo Ci stretched out his hand, and the five fingers with distinct joints were slightly bent. A simple action, but at this moment it became the focus of the audience.
The presence of that hand was infinitely magnified, and every change in movement became slow and clear. She seemed to be holding onto something.
The other two have a clear mind. This move means that all attempts to persist are useless, all other plans are abandoned, and from now on, the final plan is implemented.
The copper coins and whisks were all recovered. Behind Shang Jia, a huge colorful cauldron as big as heaven and earth appeared. In front of him, three dice were spinning.
In the other direction, an oil lamp lit up. The master of Taichu Guan stood under the lamp, holding a silver pot in his palm and stepping on the black shadow.
Mo Ci's hand finally tightened. If an aurora falls from the sky and converges on the palm of her hand, needle-like bright and sharp lines scatter in all directions, and there is something in the center ready to emerge.
In the distant sect, the giant rock sword standing tall on the sky trembled and shook. In an instant, the surrounding areas were darkened, and the wind and clouds changed color.
The magic swords of all the disciples in the mountain gate were automatically unsheathed, and the sword tips pointed at the giant sword in the distance. Thousands of green fronts tremble together.
The shell of gravel peeled off, and beams of bright light shot out from the cracks in the stone. Looking from a distance, it looks like a cold star flashing across the mountains and seas, towering over all living things.
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"Third place will be rewarded with ten pills of Five Qi Duoyuan Pills, five inches of Thousand-Year Plum Bone Vine, and a bucket of Bei Ruan Qing Daizhu... Second place will be rewarded... First place will be rewarded..." Jing Yingrong handed the prize to the winner. , Qian Ran is responsible for reading out the prize content.
The next step is for the winners to give their speeches. Qian Ran and Jing Yingrong retreated to the side of the stage to watch. Qian Ran smiled and looked quite pleased, as if he saw the glorious future of the sect from these beautiful people.
He looked at Jing Yingrong beside him, but saw that the other party was not looking at the winners on the stage, nor the audience below the stage, but was looking in a certain direction in ecstasy.
Following her line of sight, all she could see were row upon row of buildings and a clear and empty sky. Occasionally, birds flew across the clear sky. Everything was normal and there was nothing worth paying attention to.
But looking at her expression, it was clear that she had seen some very special scene.
"Is the Wusheng Sword also deployed?" Jijiebi asked.
"Yes." Ji Yanzhu said, "Now of the three major sects, only the Supreme Master is left to look after the family." Ji Shajian hesitated to speak.
Jing Yingrong: "After the conference, we'll go watch it." Ji Shajian was immediately excited: "How do you know I want to--"
"Oh, why don't you go?"
"Hey!"...The command camps of the three major sects are empty. The big demons went crazy, and the beast tide got out of control. The situation was so chaotic and changing rapidly that any tactics and strategies were useless.
There is only one way left. kill! Kill all the enemies in front of you. There is no victory or defeat, no overall situation, only life and death here and now.
The sharp teeth chewed the mountains, the wings pierced the sky, the roar set off huge waves, and the bloody wind whipped the earth.
Thunder falls from the sky, chains build the Great Wall, sword energy comes and goes, arithmetic beads ring like a sudden rain, and the sound urges you to order.
Different levels of battlefields intersect in confusion, and the boundaries between humans and monsters are completely blurred. The mountains and rivers are saturated with bright red, welcoming the final moment with their boundless color.
