What kind of power can form such a vast and majestic sacred mountain that has stood for countless thousands of years?

The mountains, seas, and the world around it, just a random place, make people rise indescribably shocked.

And all of these are just insignificant, even insignificant, insignificance.

What kind of force can bring down this vast mountain that seems to never change?

The sword ghost didn't know, and he couldn't think of it again.

Because its body had been touched by this palm, at this moment, the power of the void that had become trapped had completely fallen to its periphery.

"Bang bang bang!"

In the hazy field, only a man covered in dark golden bloody leather armor could be seen, stretching out his palm to caress a humanoid creature with a strange red light.

The man's appearance is very calm, but it has the mental momentum of the majesty and the yang, which makes people dare not look directly and dare not slander.

He stroked the head of the red-light figure as if he were purifying the world of the worst evils.

In the next moment, all the flames, black fog, and even the drumbeat around him completely dissipated.

Duan Zhen withdrew his palm, and the sword ghost in front of him gradually turned into a ball of soft blood fragments, like mud, slowly falling down.

Master Sumeru, the flow of life and death.

When the palm of his hand touched his skull, there was no more life for him.

The power of this type of martial arts attack is all the power of his three lives standing side by side, and his spiritual power, martial arts blood, illusory soul light, divine power, and immortal qi are completely integrated.

Under the blessing of the heart, after some accumulation, it was condensed into the most primitive and violent supreme force.

Even if this sword ghost has reached the high level of the law phase, coupled with the blessing of the field, it will not be able to block a blow.

"Clank!"

A crisp sound rose, and the long sword, glowing with scarlet blood, fell to the ground.

"This consumption..."

Duan Zhen stood in place, slightly calming his qi and blood.

The amount of energy consumed after Fang Cai's palm was struck out, and even he fell into a state of soreness and exhaustion at this time.

In a short period of time, the strength of one fell by two or three percent.

In the future, this type of consumption of living in the void and the fall of Mount Meru can only be regarded as a killer feature and cannot be used lightly.

He looked at the hazy field around him that had not dispersed because the sword ghost had died again, and he wondered in his heart.

You remember the last time you killed the other party, this domain was immediately broken.

"It's a good sword."

Duan Zhen stretched out his hand to summon the long sword that had fallen to the ground, and pointed at the scarlet sword, only to feel that its material was extremely extraordinary.

The sword is three feet nine inches long, and the whole body is covered with a trace of fine blood, as if it is sucking human blood all the time at the same time.

And with a slight input of martial blood, this sword will burn.

He thought for a few breaths, looked at the hazy field in front of him, and suddenly felt a very vague sense of crisis rise in his heart.

In the next moment, he felt a heavy suction force from the long sword in his hand, and the surrounding field flashed again.

Teleportation Array!

Duan Zhen felt a chill in his heart, this sword ghost's long sword actually combined with the field at this moment, forming a teleportation array!

This sense of vague change that was about to happen was the same as the teleportation array that was built by the Qingyuan main city when he and Su Xiuling went to Star-Moon City.

"I see..."

Duan Zhen's face became very ugly, in this situation, he finally knew why this sword ghost could enter Longchuan City, which was shrouded in the Great Array of Suppression.

The hazy sense of teleportation grew stronger, and he couldn't do anything to get rid of it.

In a final moment, he slammed into the ground, a cloud of blood detached from under his feet.

Immediately, the whole field of vision suddenly changed.

……

Deep in the Great Wilderness Mountain Range, in a deep valley more than 30,000 miles away from Longchuan City.

It was the middle of the night, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur and blood, which was extremely pungent and unbearable.

Deep in the valley there is a scarlet altar carved with an inexplicable pattern of unknown meaning, but the mere sight of this scene is enough to make people feel terrified.

Under the altar, there are eighteen statues of different shapes, with a subtle red light reflected throughout, like evil spirits sleeping in the depths of the netherworld, waiting for the next awakening in the night.

"Huhu!"

Suddenly, the light on the altar flashed, and a male figure covered with dark gold skin lines appeared.

There was a deep dark light in his eyes, and he glanced around a little before jumping off the altar.

"Directly outside Longchuan City..."

Duan Zhen stared at the eighteen statues around him and squinted slightly.

He sensed the mass of blood in Longchuan City, and his heart was slightly settled.

High-level Splinter Illusion.

At the last moment, since he couldn't stop this teleportation force, he could only take advantage of the moment when the hazy field broke open to separate a cloud of blood.

He didn't know what he would encounter if he was teleported over, but he thought it must be a sinister place, so he could only spare some blood tissue.

Even if you encounter an unexpected, there is a hint of opportunity to deal with it.

"Here... It's all weird? ”

Duan Zhen looked at the hideous statues in front of him, and his body couldn't help but move.

In the blink of an eye, he stepped out of the area around the altar and into the valley.

What he could have been far from expecting was that almost at the same time, the eighteen statues instantly filled with a slight crack.

"Boom, boom!"

In the valley of the empty dàng, a thin sound like a rock shattering suddenly rose, like an iceberg shattering, and it seemed to be a layer of tremors caused by a landslide.

Duan Zhen had only left the altar with his front feet, and the statues were revived.

Eighteen incomparably terrifying and strange statues broke through the rock in an instant!

"Gathering Spirits..."

Duan Zhen's ears were slightly twitched by the heavy wind that was blown by the resuscitation of the rocks, and then, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

These eighteen weirdness, there are actually three Zhou Tian level weirdness!

Travel, resentment, ferocity, evil, and set, this is a strange layering corresponding to the first five realms of martial arts.

The strangeness of the level of "set" is already completely comparable to Zhou Tian, and a real realm is derived between thoughts.

Within Sunday, there is no opponent!

The realm used by the sword ghost just now was only an illusory level, and it could derive fireworks, black mist, drum beats, and even change gravity.

If it weren't for Duan's strong adaptability, he would have turned into a ball of mud under the gravity of the 500,000 catties.

It can be seen from this that the weirdness of the Zhou Tian level should be so terrifying.

"Woooooo

The darkness of the night suddenly became a little brighter, as if the heavens were beginning to change, from the silence of the night to a strange world rekindled with red light.

At the same time, a tall and tall red shadow with a long sword also appeared in front of Duan Zhen.

It appeared in front of Duan Zhen first, its body shook slightly, and it said coldly: "Terran... You kill it. ”

This one was almost exactly the same as the sword ghost, but the red shadow was more than half larger, and he spoke in a flat tone.

It didn't seem to have any fluctuations, and it wasn't angry because Duan Zhen had killed that sword ghost, but between the words, it also stretched out a hand towards Duan Zhen.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The air seemed to be squeezed and exploded in an instant by a visible force, and ripples of air were lifted off one after another.

Duan Zhen's body was short at the same time, and his muscles and bones were constantly changing, adapting to the sudden power of the field.

"Phew!"

He spat out a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled cruelly.

In this scene, there is no way to retreat, only one battle!

"What about Sunday?"

In the next moment, Duan Zhen's form rose to the size of a full two zhang.

He jerked up his hands, pinched out a handprint that seemed to turn the world upside down, and slammed it towards the strange one in front of him.

……

Happy Chinese New Year's Eve!