"Oh my God, what's going on?"

When the movement is so big, it is naturally a sensation in the world.

The black sky dome covers the earth, and the white sky sea sweeps the clouds. The high-level officials of all countries looked stupid, especially the black giants in the black costumes, standing up to the sky and the earth, and could be seen from afar.

Suddenly shattered, and quickly condensed.

They had no idea what this evil-looking giant god was doing.

On the other side, the resistance of dark clouds and ink is earth-shattering.

There was a thin layer of clear water at the end of the dark cloud ink, and the sky suddenly brightened to the extreme!

The red light fills the space, and it is overwhelming!

It's so fast, the moment the light-speed strike sees it, it's already there!

Countless people looked up at the sky, and their eyes were scarlet!

These are some of the low-energy rays that are not harmed by the dead light, and they are still in the colored spectrum, so they are red.

The red light was not blocked by the holy shield, and the mountains, seas, and lakes were reflected in blood!

When everyone looked up, they could see through the thin water curtain and see the boundless flames of light, converging at one point!

That's the part that hurts, forming a red ammonite-like pattern that focuses on the center of the water curtain.

A huge red drill bit in the shape of a chrysanthemum!

And the central point of convergence is the dark cloud ink. It was the sight of countless beams of light, all drawn to the holy shield.

There was no impact, no explosion, and he didn't even take a step back.

All attacks were fended off and rebounded, all damage was waived, and the only thing left to endure was the undescribeable transboundary pain.

"Uhh

Caimen flew with him in his arms, only to find him stiff, staring straight at the red light, his mouth wide open, and his eyes blank.

It was as if he was unable to control his expression, and his heart was filled with great pain, as if he had been stunned by the impact of a huge amount of information.

But Caiman knew he was still holding on, because the water curtain was not out of control and was still hovering behind him.

Caimen didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to disturb him, now for Wu Yunmo, every second was a torment, and every second was a difficult task that he had to do his best to get through.

As long as the dark cloud ink still holds on for a second, the earth behind him is green mountains and green waters, and it is peaceful.

On the other side, the black sky dome in the eastern hemisphere is once again shrouded!

"Boom!"

Hard-hitting, Mo Qian used the huge black sky dome as a bow, and once again blasted a piece of dead light eight hundred and ninety-seven kilometers thick.

It is expected that if this is repeated ten times, all the dead light in the Eastern Hemisphere will be shot away.

However, the problem is not so simple.

The stationary mass of light is zero, so his Night God Black Emperor mode can hardly shake this extremely high-energy deathlight cannon.

However, in the end, he could only rely on the darkness to grasp and remove 99.9% of the dead light.

Because some of the attacks are of great mass!

That's the sun!

The masses of the Sun, including Venus, Mercury, and Mars, were destroyed by the dead light, causing their vectors to move in the same direction with force, rushing towards the Earth like a coercion.

Even if everything is smashed to pieces, its mass will not disappear.

When the sun is washed away, it is not simply light and heat, but a huge amount of high-energy subatoms.

The mass of countless high-energy subatomic beams combined is about the mass of a sun!

Even if it was all blackened, Ink Poor wouldn't be able to move it with the Darkness Grab!

From the perspective of God, Mo Qian overlooked the vast catastrophe and found the small tail dragging at the end.

In each direction, there are four small tails, one large and three small.

The big ones are the wreckage of the sun, and the smaller ones are Mercury, Mars, and Venus!

The reason is simple, they are massive, so they are slow, below the speed of light.

So the dead light will come first, and the high-energy subatomic beam will approach the Earth at a slower speed, which will become a small tail.

Among them, the wreckage of the Sun, Mercury, and Venus are all in the direction of the Western Hemisphere, that is, they will collide with the Holy Aegis!

Dark cloud ink, to resist the pain caused by the impact of Samsung high energy.

On the Mo Poor side, it is necessary to block the Martian wreckage.

But the wreckage of Mars has a mass of 6 trillion trillion kilograms!

And it's a high-energy state! The impact force is many times higher than that of a free fall!

Minutes and seconds passed.

I saw Mo Qian reflecting black dead light wave after wave.

With each shot, it bombarded the Martian wreckage.

Use the Apocalypse's high-powered Deathlight Cannon to blast the wreckage away.

You must know that at the beginning, the wreckage of celestial bodies such as Mars and the Sun was carried by the high-energy impact of the death cannon, and they all flew towards the earth.

It stands to reason that the Deathlight Cannon can change its direction again.

However, the situation is not so simple, what Mo Qian reflected back was not the torrent of dead light cannons, but the 'backlight arrow'.

Although it is the same thing, the structure is different!

Huge and thick pillars of light, finally converging at a landing point.

In this case, although it bombarded the Martian wreckage, it could not all be carried away, but penetrated and scattered.

Ninety percent of them are still heading towards Earth.

Ten times like this, the Martian debris will still hit the Earth one percent of the time.

One hundredth sounds like little, but its mass is sixty trillion trillion kilograms!

"The good news is that it must be the last wave. Mo Qian stared into the deep sky.

The wreckage of Mars has been dyed black and can't be stopped, and Mo Poor will not die, but the earth will be gone, and it will be washed into slag by this group of dark high-energy subatoms!

So if you can't stop it, you have to block it.

Fortunately, he still has time to prepare.

Because it's slow, it must be the last wave.

Especially after several waves of reverse high-energy death light impact in a row, the speed of the Martian debris has been extremely low.

Its little tail is falling behind more and more, and it is expected to be on Earth in five minutes.

"Groan!"

Mo Qian drew his sword, drilled into the Best ball, and with a flicker, it came to a distance of about 10,000 kilometers directly in front of the wreckage.

It is said to be a wreckage, but it is actually a glowing torrent like a million-foot dragon.

Across the dark depths of the sky, blazing hot!

A good new Mars will be like this, not even the dust will be left! Only the high subatomic beam remains.

Mo Qian looked like he was only nine years old, but he stood in space, holding the Supreme Divine Sword, looking directly at the high-energy wreckage coming from the pavement.

About 10,000 kilometers, in a flash, it will hit the ink poor in about three seconds!

For the first second, Mo Qian stared and didn't move.

In the first second, Mo Qian drew his sword and killed himself, and his figure flickered.

The picture was frozen here, and three thousand sword qi appeared out of thin air, descending on the various places of the million-zhang Martian wreckage.

It's like a dragon that has been stuck with 3,000 arrows.

"Buzz!"

The flower of the divine sword is full of bells and whistles, unparalleled in the world, and in the vacuum, Mo Qian can hear three thousand sword chantings in a row!

The sword roars like mountains and seas, and the skull reverberates!

It's just three thousand swords, and it doesn't take much time for Mo Qian to cut it out in an instant.

After some cuts, there are still 100 billion tons of Martian wreckage!

With Mo Qian's Creation Mountain Sword Technique, he can completely cut out hundreds of millions of swords and scatter all the wreckage of Mars.

But his time was precious, and he didn't want to waste it.

It's just a dead thing, three thousand swords are already very face-saving, and Mo Qian has another way to deal with it.

That is, to cut the million-foot dragon-like spark wreckage into a sword shape!

To put it bluntly, Mo Qian was like a sculptor, and in an instant, he used three thousand sword qi with unstoppable impact to ...... the vast wreckage in front of him Cut, learn, ponder, grind!

In the third second, a million-zhang blazing, sword-shaped high-energy subatomic aggregate slammed into Mo Qian's face.

"Ding!"

Mo Qian did not move at all, and the Martian giant sword-like wreckage seemed to be frozen, frozen by a supreme and eternal Huanghuang sword intent.

Trembling, no matter what it originally planned to do, at this moment, in the face of the Excalibur holder, any sword can only tremble.

Back then, even the sword-shaped Best metal was no exception.

It's just that the best metal won't shatter, and the wreckage of the Martian Giant Sword, after trembling for a moment, exploded with a bang.

Omnidirectional Scattering Bloom! Like a firework that spreads, it shoots out in all directions of the universe, and the Celestial Maiden explodes like a scattered flower.

Some of them also blew up on Mo Qian, but they were black, and Mo Qian was unscathed.

So far, it only took three seconds for Mo Qian to get the 60 trillion kilograms of Martian wreckage.

"Is this okay?" said Gou Ye with a smile.

Mo Qian said: "Try it, the divine sword is in front, and ten thousand swords are gone." ”

"Mars is not a sword, I will turn it into a sword! ”

"This is an absolute characteristic, as long as it is within the scope of the concept of the role of the characteristic, no matter what the scientific principle is, the trick will be hit. ”

As he spoke, Mo Qian was suddenly stunned.

He is the kind of person who thinks more clearly in an emergency. After a fierce battle, Mo Qian became more and more active in thinking.

Within the scope of the characteristic, no matter what it is, unless it also has absolute characteristics, it has to be tricked.

This is the most unpretentious understanding of containment.

"I know what the Apocalypse is afraid of. ”

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