Chapter 799 Rebelling against the universe, flowers bloom like a tower
Then he changed his mind, and all the gossamer spiritual consciousness emitted by Bee Qiao was cut off, and the eighty-five arrows that were shot at the hurricane were shattered into smoke by the huge force at the same moment!
If the hairspring is broken, how can you find a flaw? Fortunately, the 'everything evil' has not appeared, otherwise it will be a waste of your own cultivation, and you will not be able to hurt the enemy.
At this point, the hurricane did not stay for a moment. Amidst the loud roar, the wind from a hundred miles away first rolled up and then fell head-on! The wind is invisible and can take on thousands of shapes. In one fell swoop, it turned into a hurricane like a dragon.
Make a giant purple-gold hammer, cover half of the sky, and smash into Linling City.
However, the wind and thunder filling the universe still could not cover up the sinister sneer in Linling City.
It sounded like a sneer in my ears, but when it slipped into my heart, it turned into the strange hissing sound of a poisonous snake spitting a message.
Just when the sneer sounded, Xia Lishan's loyal companion, Tang Guo, the sugar man, also squinted his eyes, and a flower flew out of his left eye.
Black in the wind, it grows to the size of the mouth of a bowl. Compared with the hammer that covers hundreds of miles, it is negligible. But whether it is in heaven or on earth, who dares to ignore the head of the nine treasures of 'Bhimazitara'!
Seeing Xiao Xiangliu releasing black flowers, he picked up the flowers and laughed loudly, raised his head to the sky and shouted at the strange magic sound of the imperial master: "A hammer is a hammer!"
Sure enough, when the black flower shows its tricks, thick blood blooms from the delicate petals, and the evil ghost roars from the underworld, drink it up, crash!
There was a loud bang, and the mysterious light dissipated. At that moment, the sky was slightly brighter. The hurricane was severely dampened by Xiangliu's treasure, and some of the brilliance that had been captured from the sky escaped.
The black flower is still as tender as ever, and the golden hammer falls towards the sky. This time it is Akame's turn to laugh loudly: "It looks scary. It turns out that the spear head looks like silver!"
Rarely, Xiao Xiangliu frowned... He didn't notice anything wrong. It was just the instinct of the beast that made him think that the enemy was not using all his strength...
The giant hammer rolled from the sky, the sound of breaking through the sky was repeated, and the hammer came back again; the "Bhimazhitara" magic flower shot silently, and met the golden hammer again, and hit!
See the truth immediately, the flowers are charming, and the hammer is shattered!
The crunching sound of breaking hit the eardrums. Ninety-nine out of a hundred people in the world looked up at the mirror, covering their ears with pain on their faces and trembling bodies. Seeing Xiao Xiangliu's victory, the three corpses wanted to cheer again, but Xiao Xiangliu's brows furrowed.
Even tighter: the magic weapon and its owner are linked to each other, the Hydra feels it clearly, but the flower is not affected by the force.
The giant hammer was not broken by the flowers. It was the enemy who took the initiative to change his method:
Four sections collapsed with one hammer, and they were thrown to the southeast, northwest and northwest. Immediately, the fragments turned into hurricanes, and golden dragons swirled wildly in four directions and hundreds of miles away!
The six-mile hurricane turned into a hundred-mile hammer, which smashed four pieces, and each piece turned into a hundred-mile wind. There is no need for spiritual detection, the mortal naked eye is enough to distinguish, and the power of the national master's spells increased fourfold.
The wind has no form, but it can change into thousands of forms. Four hurricanes jump violently and then change into four images!
In the world of Middle-earth, the four elephants all have totems of divine beasts, which are blue dragons, white tigers, black and white tigers, and red birds. However, the inheritance of controlling people is completely different from that of the Han family. Killing ki also has four totems, but they are not beasts, but blades.
The lotus ring in the east spring, the palace hook in the west autumn, the flowing whip in the south summer, and the axe in the north winter, the four elephants are fierce blades, each with a hundred-mile giant, coming to rob and kill!
His brows were still furrowed, but Xiang Liu's eyes lit up, he cast a spell in his heart, the black flower shook, and the treasure appeared again. Four of the nine treasures of 'Bhimazhitara' made weapons shoot up from the flower into the sky, and the other four
The musical instrument also flies out of the flower and burrows downward into the ground.
The black flower is turned upside down, with the heart pointing toward the ground and the stem toward the sky.
One flower hides eight treasures, the flower blooms to divide the heaven and the earth, kills the heaven and music the earth.
The scriptures of 'Bhimoshitara' have been handed down from generation to generation. The gods in the sky live long and happy, and the fairy music of Qiong music echoes for eternity. The sufferings on earth are suffering, and the killings by swords and weapons are endless. Therefore, King Asura hates, hates the heaven and the earth, hates the gods and ignores them. If people don't care about it, why should they create three thousand worlds and produce tens of thousands of living beings?
Asura does not care about the world, but he hates heaven!
'Bhimoshitara' had a great wish in his life, to make the universe endlessly bloody and to make the world endlessly enjoyable, so the blade of the knife shot up to the sky and the musical instrument fell into the earth. This was his rebellion against the universe.
Controlling people and transforming the four elephants takes advantage of the power of the four corners of the universe to seek stability and strength in all directions; the willows and flowers bloom and the eight treasures turn the world upside down, and disrupt his stability by going against all odds. This is a battle of skills, strength, and treasures, and even more, a battle of momentum. Four hundred years ago, The young guards around the Demon King encounter Su Jing, the bone carvings pass by over the four seasons, Su Jing encounters many strange encounters, and the young Xiang Liu is constantly improving.
Unknowingly, he is no longer the indifferent boy he used to be. He has gone through nine lives and deaths and killed seven demons and immortals. He has made alchemy and jade bodhi to quench nine demons. You have this ability.
The four positive images are against the heaven and the earth. Before the murderous weapon that controls people rushes to Linling City, the four blades of 'Bhimazhitara' fall from the sky, and the four joys emerge from the earth. Together with the reverse black flowers, they bloom with magic power. The third time with The Imperial Master's demonic spells were used to smash and kill, and in just three breaths of fighting, not to mention the power of the spells, even though they were thousands of miles away, everyone watching the battle in the mirror felt that the world was spinning, their feet were unsteady, and they fell everywhere.
There was a sharp sound in the air, like a banshee wailing, and the four weapons were shattered like golden giant hammers. Each weapon was broken into twenty-seven pieces, and a total of one hundred and eight broken blade fragments flew away... Fragmented winds, one hundred and eight hurricanes.
"Monk, why don't you become Baili Feng?" Akame spoke again, his red eyes full of ridicule.
The hurricane was no longer a hundred miles in size, and the wind enveloped about twenty miles. But this time, even Su Jing frowned. He could see clearly that the golden hurricane had shrunk in size, but its power had not weakened at all.
The National Master can control the size of the wind, but the power contained in the hurricane is majestic. The smaller the control, the greater the consumption on him, but it cannot be reduced without shrinking. If those wind dragons are still hundreds of miles in size, this spell will have to cover them. The territory is thousands of miles away, should we kill the thieves or destroy the world?
Even if there is a wind dragon of thirty miles, one hundred and eight paths are enough to see.
The wind shook again and took shape again.
According to the legend of Yuren, the ancestor Taishi had no specific shape when he was first born in the universe. He was like wind and mist. If the ancestor wanted to have a shape, he had to use magic to shape it himself. He did not dare to directly form it in the universe. He took a knife out of his body, and then he took some earth and kneaded mud in a world to try out the initial shape.
On the first day, he made eighteen trees, but the trees could not move and he was not satisfied; on the second day, he made eighteen worms, but the worms were too ugly and he was not satisfied; on the third day, he made ten Eight-tailed fish; on the fourth day, he created eighteen birds; on the fifth day, he created eighteen beasts... On the sixth day, he began to integrate the experience of the previous five days, and the speed of squeezing mud in his hands was obviously slower. After that, he only made one shape a day, and for eighteen consecutive days, he made eighteen monsters in succession.
On the twenty-fourth day, Taishi Patriarch finally used the soil in his hands to shape a shape that he was satisfied with: three eyes to see the sky and the earth, six ears to listen to the universe, his feet could run like the wind, and his hands could move mountains and fill the sea. It was so good. God favors the handsome creature!
From then on, the ancestor transformed into the form of a six-eared sniper, and the world began to have rulers, which gradually multiplied and became a force. The ninety-six "prototypes" such as tree insects, fish, birds, beasts, and monsters he created in the previous twenty-three days were also
All have to turn spiritual energy into life and become the ancestors of thousands of creatures in the world... The ninety-six ancestors died and became adults in twenty-four days. This is a legend that has been circulating in the world for countless years. It is nonsense, but it has nourished it.
The childhood days of every little murmurer.
At this moment, the ninety-six hurricanes that penetrate the sky change again, taking the form of the 'ninety-six ancestors'.
Borrowing the help of the heaven and earth, the demon monk borrowed the 'renwang' again, and the ninety-sixth ancestor killed Lin Lingcheng!
Su Jing could see that Xiao Xiangliu couldn't stop him. The monster monk's magic was so strange that the more he hit it, the faster his strength increased. Regardless of what kind of "people are prosperous", the power contained in the wind method at this moment was already nearly a hundred times that of the first battle.
But before Su Jing could speak, Xiao Xiangliu said angrily: "I'll do it myself!"
There was a real fire in his heart. This battle was awkward. Xiao Xiangliu had committed a ferocious animal behavior and did not allow Su Jing to help. He turned the magic formula in his hand and the eight treasures returned to the black flower. Then the black flower closed its petals and gathered its stamens.
Close and turn back into a bud.
It only closed for a moment, and when it bloomed again, the magic flower swelled, and the black flower with a radius of 900 feet hung high in the sky above the city. The flower bloomed like a tower in nine layers, and when the petals unfolded, it was clearly visible: on each layer of petals, there were people sitting firmly.
With a little Xiangliu.
Each little Xiangliu held a black flower bud in his hand.
Fang Huahu was at the top of the city, watching the battle with fear. He suddenly saw a strange phenomenon in the flowers, and hurriedly turned back to look at Xiao Xiangliu. Tang Guo, the sugar man who was standing not far from him just now, had disappeared.
Su Jing met his gaze and smiled slightly: "Tang Guo has entered the flower."
The flowers bloom in nine layers, and the layers are like willows.
He opened his eyes, stood up, and nine Xiangliu stepped out.
The willow leaves the flower, and the flower tower is shattered, but when the giant flower turns into ashes and flies into smoke, the black buds in the hands of the nine small willows bloom again, no longer like the layers of the tower, the flowers in the hands bloom beautifully but simply, each flower
It is divided into eight moon petals, and there is a small willow sitting on each petal, each holding another treasure among the nine treasures of 'Bhimazhitara'.
Nine-phase willow, nine flowers, one flower blooms again, eight treasures and eight-phase willow.
Opening his eyes, he stood up, and seventy-two willows stepped out. Side by side with the nine willows that were already in the air, they formed a circle, making a total of eighty-one willows!
From the time the magic was cast on the top of Xiangliu City to the time when the eighty-one willows appeared, it only took three or two breaths. The eighty-one willows roared in unison and soared into the sky!
In the blink of an eye, the battle started. The ninety-six living spirit ancestors who controlled the universe fought fiercely against the eighty-one nine-headed ferocious beasts in Middle-earth. The huge power exploded in all directions, tearing the sky apart, and the rumbling and loud noises continued, shaking the earth like crazy. Watch the battle.
You can't see who is charging or casting spells at all, only the endless blazing light fills your eyes.
Su Jing only looked at it for a moment and then turned back, not laughing.
The sugar man turned into a killer, his appearance was extremely ugly, but the clear gaze in his eyes did not change slightly, so he just stared into his eyes without listening, and gave her husband a confused smile, and before she could let go of her smile, she started to gesture.
Immediately, a clear and long roar penetrated the sky, and he rushed into the battle group in the sky without listening. The true energy in his body was rolling, and the chaotic power immediately shattered from the inside to the outside.
There is no more Minghao, confusion, and coquettishness in the world, only the murderous intention is left, and the pretty young man in green has turned into a terrible witch, Moye Demon, Qing Clan Linling.
Don't listen and enter the battle, attack with all your strength!
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March 1st, the third update is done.
There's smoke in my head.
Try to continue tomorrow. We won’t stop until the book starts to smoke. Who in the world can make us fight like this without fighting back...
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