That giant sphere, or rather an unfinished game world, began to collapse the moment it was squeezed into the world of cultivation.
Although its squeezing caused considerable trauma to the fixed structure of the cultivation world itself, and even caused an astonishing tide of vitality, its own structure was unable to withstand the impact.
It began to disintegrate into countless fragments, and the countless fragments were swirling and colliding in the tide of clouds, like countless chaotic flying swords and out-of-control warships.
However, these scenes were not the focus in He Lingxiu's eyes at this time. Even if the tide of vitality in the sky, the fragments caused by the collapse of the world, and the tearing of the laws of vitality might affect her and Fang Fang's location, she did not have the slightest scruple.
.
Her eyes were always fixed on that stream of light.
At the center of the stream of light is a practitioner.
The information in her mind instantly allowed her to determine the world and the identity of this practitioner.
Holy Lord Yi Ning!
That unfinished martial arts world.
Shengzun Yining, the inheritor of the Imperial Way, was trapped in the unfinished world of martial arts. According to her previous knowledge, she must truly understand the laws of the Imperial Way before she can return to the world of cultivation.
But what she didn't expect was that this time their operation would unintentionally drag this unfinished martial arts world into it.
What made her feel palpitated was that the Imperial Way was always the Imperial Way, the ultimate application of laws and original power, and this unfinished martial arts world was originally a product that exceeded the technical level of the cultivation world in the old era.
In this sense, it can be regarded as an evolved version of the world of cultivation.
The level of science and technology it contains and the power of laws it contains are originally beyond the first line of the world of cultivation.
At this time, she was sure that the being in the escaping light was Holy Lord Yining, but she was even more certain that Holy Lord Yining was already far more powerful than the Holy Lord Yining she had known before.
At the door of Changsheng Temple, Zheng Puguan, who was standing with his hands behind his hands, also narrowed his eyes deeply.
He also sensed a strong threat immediately.
In the next moment, two streams of water vapor surged under his feet.
The water vapor was constantly splitting, and there seemed to be no strong fluctuations in vitality, but his figure had torn apart the void and disappeared like a ghost at the door of the Temple of Immortality.
boom!
The stream of light broke through the crater-like tide of vitality, and countless crystal cracks appeared in the sky. Unique patterns loomed in these cracks, and then seemed to solidify in the sky, cutting off countless rising water vapor beams.
Liu Guang paused suddenly, and Holy Lord Yi Ning, who was wrapped in Liu Guang, stopped castrating and suddenly took a step back.
A large amount of vitality gathered under her feet, and then it was as if she had stepped on it into substance and into broken glass.
The moment she took this step back, Zheng Puguan's figure appeared in the air in front of her.
He was located between her and the oval-shaped bright moon. In her eyes, he was just a black dot among the brightness, but his body already exuded the aura of thousands of troops.
Whoosh!
A picture scroll suddenly opened behind him. In the picture scroll, hundreds of figures wandered like zombies. There was still no strong energy fluctuation around the picture scroll. However, the outside of the cultivation world was shaken by countless figures.
The terrifying power is like a meteorite sweeping in from the edge where the planes meet.
He was just standing there, but the energy emanating from his body seemed to have been tied to many small stars, and many stars were already like magic weapons, being guided by his energy.
Holy Lord Yi Ning frowned slightly.
She took one step forward and punched Zheng Puguan with an unusually simple punch.
Her fist seemed to be swinging casually, but Zheng Puguan's expression changed quickly. He felt as if mountains were collapsing in front of him, then exploding, and then even the space seemed to be exploding continuously.
Come.
There was obviously a long distance between her and him, but with this punch, Shengzun Yining seemed to have crossed the boundary of space. The posture of her fist did not change, but her fist was already in front of him.
The wind of the fist blew on his face, and many blood stains instantly appeared on his jade-like skin. At the same time, his hair seemed to have been cut off by many knives and kept falling on his face.
Zheng Puguan's expression instantly became extremely solemn, and he stretched out his right palm to block his face.
The fist did not change any direction of travel, and with a snap, the fist hit the palm of his right hand.
With a soft snapping sound, Zheng Puguan's body shook slightly. All his hair was scattered, and each hair was like an iron whip dancing wildly in the air behind him.
In the next moment, his pupils shrank sharply, all his hair strands were broken, and his entire scalp felt like it was being eaten by a dog. There were large patches of bald spots, and the remaining hair was very long, very short, extremely short.
Ugly.
He took half a step back.
Then his left hand stretched out.
In his opinion, even if he paid some price, at least he had blocked the punch of Holy Lord Yi Ning.
If he blocks the punch with his right palm, he can counterattack with his left palm.
However, at this moment, he realized that he was wrong.
The power in her fist did not cease to exist, but instead surged out endlessly.
His face turned slightly pale.
His right hand hit himself on the forehead.
There was a loud bang.
His whole body flew backwards instantly.
But the fist of Saint Yi Ning has arrived again.
Boom!
Yi Ning Shengzun's fist caught up with his body. It was the same punch. The same fist-swinging posture did not change. Her body and fist were still traveling in the air, and then the punch hit him straight.
On the forehead.
boom!
Just like a landslide, a huge ravine appeared in the sky.
Zheng Puguan's body hit the surface of the oval moon like a meteorite.
The surface of the oval moon was squeezed like a sponge, and the raging water hit Zheng Puguan's back. It was like countless rivers were forming behind him.
Holy Lord Yi Ning's fist fell on his forehead again.
Boom!
The surface of her fist collided with her hard forehead, but the sound of beating the leather drum came out again.
However, this time, it was Saint Yining who was knocked back.
There was a crash.
The water flow behind Zheng Puguan formed thousands of lotus flowers.
He stood among the millions of lotus flowers without retreating an inch.
An unparalleled terrifying power shook Holy Lord Yining and flew backwards.
A real imperial Dao Qi machine flashed on her fist, and a large number of Dao patterns were intertwined with a mysterious light, which was constantly annihilated in the space in front of her.
Holy Lord Yi Ning coughed lightly.
Scarlet blood continued to flow from the corners of her mouth.
She was still flying upside down, but her left fist was already swinging at this moment.
Zheng Puguan waved his hands forward.
Countless starlights appeared in the air.
His hands dragged countless starlights towards Holy Lord Yining.
His expression was extremely solemn, but he felt that he could block the punch.
However, at this moment, he felt a slight pain in the back of his neck.