The sky and the earth lost their original appearance, the space was fragmented, and the darkness was boundless.
The snow-white skeleton is more than a thousand feet tall, with ghost fires burning in the dark eye holes. The bone arms push the huge millstone, crushing the boundary between yin and yang, and sending all things to the netherworld.
Thirty-six stars are at the top, seventy-two stars are at the bottom, one hundred and eight stars echo each other from afar, the starlight is rushing down the Milky Way, and the power from the sky dominates the world.
[In view of the general environment,
Ghosts and gods are grinding millstones, earth is destroying the sky, and the unique skills of Niya Palace and Taichu Guan appear together here.
The one-armed giant's body was constantly broken and damaged, and then restored at the snap of a finger. The head without facial features is always facing in one direction, and the five fingers of one hand are constantly moving, forming one seal after another.
In that direction, Mo Ci held the sword upright with his right hand, pointed his left hand together to form a sword, and pointed the fingertips between his eyebrows.
In all directions, ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine gray air swords formed a sword formation, and the sword shadows filled the sky with their sharp edges, penetrating the giant's body again and again.
The sky and the earth were filled with the sound of sharp roars, and the overwhelming rain of swords passed through the body, turning back and forth, leaving behind dense holes.
The rotating dice randomly throws out numbers, increasing the power of the sword array; the figure is reflected again by the light, hugging the giant's head and biting and chewing it; the Treasure Cauldron and the Qiankun Pot expand to an unmatched size, like a bottomless abyss devouring energy crazily.
The speed of recovery from injuries began to slow down, and the flowing colored light gradually dimmed.
The giant ignored it and just formed the seal, activating the mysterious power to attack three parties at the same time.
That kind of extremely weird power cannot be defended or resisted, it can only be endured for life.
Shang Jia's body kept flashing with various kinds of lights, which were all rare treasures and precious artifacts in the world. Under the influence of the secret technique, they withstood the attack on their behalf, and each one exploded into countless white paper money as soon as it was sacrificed.
Paper money was flying like a heavy snowfall.
Next to the leader of Taichu Guan, there is a "person" who is exactly like him. Same appearance, same clothes, same cultivation, motionless, expression dull, as stiff as a doll.
All attacks against the real leader were passed on to the fake leader. His body was in tatters but still standing, with black mud gushing out from large and small wounds.
Mo Ci, who had suffered the most attacks, was as pale as a sheet of paper, with shocking blood stains on the corners of his lips.
Only those eyes became brighter and brighter like sharpened blades, faintly exuding some kind of madness.
The center of her eyebrows lit up under her fingertips, and she raised the sword in her right hand to stab the sky, swinging it slowly. Just hearing the cry of the sword, the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine air swords moved with it, arranged in nine formations, gathered together, turned into nine huge air swords, and roared towards the giant.
Like nine long nails, they wedged themselves irresistibly into the back of the giant's spine, and then slowly and resolutely sunk deeper.
Among the gorgeous colors, there are traces of gray. The breath of silence writes the character of death on the back of the broad ridge.
The movement of the giant's seal finally stopped, and the sight cast from the void became a little more sharp.
Mo Ci seemed unaware, the craziness in his eyes became more intense, and he recited the mantra in a low voice.
"All appearances have no birth, all dharmas have no annihilation, and false views of birth and cessation can be restored to reality with the sword."
The Wusheng Sword shines with gray light.
At this moment, everything was silent.
Nine large holes silently opened around the giant.
In the blink of an eye, only fragments of the huge body were left, and the colorful light as ragged as rags floated in the air, being wiped out by the spells and Taoist tools from the other two parties.
Without the magical power and image, the clouds and mist fell into the sight of the three people again. It seemed a little thinner than before.
The beast god looked at Mo Ci.
The plain robe moved without the wind, and she looked weak due to consumption and injuries, but her aura was still rising steadily. The supreme and pure sword intent combined with the ancestor of all weapons in her hand caused the void to rumble and shake.
Then the beast god changed his mind. It decided to tackle this biggest threat first.
The power against the other two people was withdrawn, and the clouds and mist disappeared on the spot.
The three of them didn't even have the chance to be surprised.
As soon as he was born, the other party had already appeared in front of Mo Ci, with only one foot between them.
Mo Ci's eyes were wide open, his spiritual power could not function, and his limbs could not move.
A somewhat illusory arm, like one made of dense fog, stretched out from the clouds, and its index finger gently touched her heart.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, but the three people present clearly felt that an extremely tyrannical force was brewing rapidly, and a shuddering crisis wrapped around everyone's neck like a cold snake.
Once this attack is completed, Mo Ci will definitely die. There was no room for hesitation, and the other two people immediately launched rescue operations.
The skeleton roared filial piety sharply, the millstone turned into cold cyan flames and wrapped around the bones of the whole body, and flew up with the sole of its foot; the starlight of one hundred and eight stars skyrocketed, dragging out a long arc of light to cut through the darkness, and fell towards the target.
Stars and skeletons collided with the clouds and mist, and three forces exploded instantly. Flames and starlight intertwined and filled the field of vision. The violent energy reaction temporarily disabled all perception abilities.
However, in less than half a breath, the flame starlight disappeared without a trace. The powerful backlash caused the two of them to vomit blood and were seriously injured on the spot.
The technique they used with all their strength only blocked it for a moment. When the chaotic energy torrent was calmed down, the Beast God looked at Mo Ci who reappeared, and the power accumulated to the peak poured out from his fingertips.
Stuck!
The cloud and mist became almost transparent, and at the same time, the sound of shattering came from Mo Ci's body.
Black and red cracks centered on her heart and spread all over her body like spider webs, even her vagina was cut open. She became a piece of broken porcelain and was about to die.
But the beast god discovered that something was missing.
Where has the Wusheng Sword gone?
The person opposite had empty hands, a dull expression, and no emotion in his eyes.
With its mind spinning, it suddenly looked towards the leader of Taichu Guan.
The "fake leader" next to the other party disappeared at some point.
The "Mo Ci" in front of her suddenly lost all color from head to toe, and her clothes, together with her clothes, were like the paint on the surface of a statue that was instantly weathered, leaving only mottled gray and cracks all over her body.
The statue collapsed, melted, and changed color, turning into a pile of dry black mud.
Not far away, a cylindrical dark shadow appeared in the void.
It was a dice cup that was ten feet high. It was opened and Mo Ci walked out with his sword in hand.
Fell into a trap!
The Beast God finally realized that he had fallen into the trap created by the three people.
It had just spent a lot of power and was at its weakest moment. Although it could use the power of chaos to recover quickly, the three of them had already launched the final attack before that.
The Beast God felt extremely angry at this moment, angry at the three people's designs and angry at his own carelessness.
The object of most anger was not present.
The planner who guessed this plan from the beginning, laid obstacles for it, and induced it to misjudge the situation of the battle.
Rage and resentment swept over the mind, and the hysterical roar almost shook the sky to pieces:
"Yinshan, you lied to me!
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