Even if the reincarnators and angels present exhausted their own eyesight and mental strength, they could not see all of his scales and half claws.

Only Wang Yanshan, Ji Ningyuan and others can accurately measure the size of this dragon with their divine sense.

The dragon is 1,296 million light-years long, thousands of times the diameter of the Milky Way, and in every breath of this dragon, it absorbs an infinite amount of dark matter and converts it into the purest energy.

Powerful creatures are not necessarily large, but large creatures must be strong, this is not only the law of this universe, but also the law of the heavens and all worlds, just like a sheep, growing to the size of an elephant, then it does not have to be afraid of tigers, when it encounters tigers, just by virtue of its weight, it can crush it.

Therefore, no matter how weak this dragon is, it will not be too much, after all, his body size is here, and the power of the innate Yuan Magnetism and the power of the innate Jinde surrounding this dragon all show the strength of this dragon.

As soon as the dragon spread its wings behind it, it was as if the entire sky was covered, and the dragon roared again, and the strong tremor shook the divine kingdom of the condensing abyss, and cracks broke out on the crystal wall.

In this regard, Wang Yanshan was only surprised because of the surprise at the beginning, and did not show the slightest panic and fear.

A sword of flowers appeared in her hand, and then she took a step forward and walked to Ji Ningyuan's side: "Your Majesty Taiyi, do you need me to capture this Ying Long?" ”

At first, she didn't answer Wang's words, but handed Divine Kaisha a ball of light: "Lead the angels to lay out this formation." ”

Then she looked at Yan Shan and said, "My evil half body." The man who took my name and called himself the Emperor of the East and the Emperor of Yu came. ”

As soon as the words were finished. An indescribable momentum pierced through the void and converged here. If the advent of Ying Long was to forcibly break down the barriers between the various worlds, then the person who is about to come now is to contain this world in his own body, and then descend to the figure.

All of them only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and the source of the formless and phaseless essence and deification style swirled from all directions, converging towards the same mass point.

It was not the real wind, but a collection of countless thoughts, including pain, pleasure, hatred, sorrow, joy...... But when you feel it with your heart, you have the illusion that countless people are hurrying past you, even though there is actually nothing.

All the essence and spirit flow converge and take shape. I saw a figure appear from the void, white-clothed and painted, and the frost was dyed with grace, and he attracted everyone's attention as soon as he came.

He was dressed in a white-gold robe, with a faint white gold halo enveloping his body, and the hem of the placket was embroidered with silver flowing patterns, which was ingenious and exquisite, and the flawless transparent palace feathers flew in the wind behind him. He is like a celestial, and the green silk of the waterfall that is as long as the bee's waist is poured out gorgeously and casually.

His indifferent face with a cold gaze flowed like water and moonlight. Its figure is extraordinary and lonely, with an indifferent smile on its cheeks, cold and repulsive.

Although his appearance is the same as Xia Wenming's. But no one will really regard him as the Xia Wenming who was like the righteousness of heaven and earth and the morality of all worlds before.

Contrary. He exudes a kind of indifference in his bones, an indifference that treats all beings as dogs. This kind of forgetful indifference isolated him from the world, so holy and noble that people didn't dare to yearn for it at all, let alone blasphemy, all that can be mentioned is the thought of worship, like the emperor who is high up and dominates all worlds.

Looking at Ji Ningyuan, who was hugging Meng Tianyi, he laughed, his smile neither gave people the impression of frivolity, nor did he make people feel that they were being ridiculed, and his elegant and indifferent eyes were as cold as water.

He said, "What you owe me should be repaid." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out a hand and gently grabbed it in the direction of Ji Ningyuan.

The next moment, the endless dark matter energy turned into a big hand that covered the sky and grabbed in the direction of Ji Ningyuan, this hand crossed the galaxy, even if it was the Ying Dragon who appeared before him, it could not compare to a finger of this palm.

At this moment, Ji Ningyuan suddenly felt that she could no longer move the slightest, and even her thinking slowed down significantly, at this moment, her life and death were involuntarily, and she could only watch the palm of the sky pressing towards her.

At the same time, Wangshan hurriedly sacrificed her true body, a flower born in the depths of reincarnation.

This flower hung high above her head, and a large amount of life and death power poured down, as if strengthening her divine soul and body, transforming towards a contradictory state between samsara and nirvana.

The innate power of life and death changes repeatedly in her body, sometimes for life, sometimes for death, sometimes for life and death, the boundary between life and death has become blurred in her body, both opposition and unity, just like the legendary Chengtian imitates Hou Tu Niangniang, but her body and soul seem to be extremely unstable, as if she is in a state of change all the time, like a collection of disorderly aura.

Then she opened her eyes suddenly, and the Congenital Avenue of Life and Death and the Innate Dao of Yin and Yang both flowed, or as the scene of the underworld and hell, appearing and in the void universe, only to see the infinite netherworld qi evolved into overwhelming paper ash clouds, mournful and screaming yin wind and cold snow, desolate and dead underworld Yin Land, the weeping of the dead and the Yellow Spring of the Forgotten River, and the never-ending six reincarnations.

The cold air mixed with the yin qi turned into thumb-sized seeds, which quickly took root in the underworld, turning into bright and crystalline flowers on the other side, and the flowers on the other side bloomed with a brilliant and brilliant glow, fluttering all over the sky, becoming the only light of the entire boundless gray and gloomy world.

These swaying flowers swirled around on the other side, forming an unimaginable, chilling, and soul-freezing netherworld wind, blowing towards Xia Wenming.

But in the next moment, the gray clouds dissipated, the yin wind stopped, the yellow spring stopped, the underworld fissioned, and the six reincarnations that never stopped were broken into fragments, and the entire hell and underworld ceased to exist.

In the face of this dead and desolate world, Xia Wenming didn't care at all, the giant hand that covered the sky was like a wheel that ran over the mantis arm, completely crushing the entire cold, gray, and lifeless world of the underworld, and then this giant hand covering the sky crushed towards Wang Yanshan without stopping.

The Congenital Avenue of Life and Death and the Congenital Avenue of Yin and Yang were broken, and Wang Yanshan vomited vermilion, only to feel that his body could not lift any strength. (To be continued.) )

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