In the space that was completely static like the time and space of the Silent Realm, the only thing moving was the silver-white figure that had landed on the ground at some point.

Around the silver-white figure, there was actually a violent storm spinning, and in the storm, snowflakes and ice edges slowly swirled. The silver-colored robe hunted in the wind, and a pair of silver wide sleeves had already been blown into a parabolic shape by the huge wind pressure, and the cuffs were already covered with blood on the silver hands.

The runes that were excited from the body were already blood-red, they were runes that were consumed with blood, and they were already runes that were released after squeezing the body's roots. The spell slots in the mechanical maze have long been squandered, and the entire maze has become a truly empty ghost town, and the runes of the thunder god and the spell slots transformed by Chiyou have long been consumed in the battle.

The Xuanli Vortex at the dantian is only the last little bit left at this time, and this is still the only remaining inventory under the premise that the Xuanli in the deep space is constantly replenished, and this Xuanli must support the next move that shakes the heavens and the earth.

The magician has reached the point where the oil has run out, and the Thor's runes have to use blood as a casting material, which shows how drastically he has been attrition in such a high-intensity and long-term battle, and the layer of viscous film-like defense on the Crying Buddha's body has only been left under his indiscriminate bombardment, not to mention the thousands of holes, even the entire head, there is almost no defense, but the Crying Buddha has a thin layer of coating, and a thick rock body, which is as difficult to deal with as a medieval pillbox. His magic power, Xuan power, runes, and even the weapons that could be made by the Ten Thousand Transformation Technique were all exhausted in this battle, and what he could rely on at this moment was not only the will of the mage, but also the Heavenly Rules.

When the magician ran out of oil and dried up, he felt that the will of the world had descended a special heavenly rule for him, and he felt as if he was in that dream, and he had obtained a god-like ability.

Like the spell he's working on right now.

Thousands of hands go to the sky and forbid the big seal.

"Under the thick earth, the abyss is born, and in the abyss, the light blooms, and the extreme darkness is the ultimate light. The sound of the magician's incantation spread out in the wind, the white robe stretched into a dawn flag in the wind, the bloodstained silver hands, the little finger was only half left, and the rest of the fingers were also mutilated, and the blood, even if it had not dried up and solidified at this time, was still flowing slowly.

The blood-colored runes around him unfolded one after another, turning into a blood-red magic array, and in the magic array, a purple stream of light bloomed, it was not high-end magic, it was just an arcane missile. Large swaths of arcane missiles poured out like a waterfall, and purple bombs collided in the air, exploding into black balls of light.

The little finger was broken, and the flesh and silver-like metal were blurred and blurred like minced meat, and it was almost impossible to tell that it was a pair of hands, but it was such a pair of hands, a pair of hands that had been shattered by the excessive use of [weapons], and were accidentally corroded by the black water, and crushed by the rock fist of the Crying Buddha, blooming with endless purple light.

It was not a complete purple arcane flash, but a purple-red, as if it was mixed with blood, and the arcane flash turned into a lot of rays, released from the hands of a pair of white silver metal that was blurred and mixed with flesh and blood, and linked with all the black explosive flashes around it, turning into a purple-black net, and in the purple-black net, a pure golden sharp light suddenly lit up, which was the extreme of the dark power, the holy light transformed from the darkness.

The darkness was woven into a net, there were no runes, no chanting, no blessing of Chi Youwan's magic, no power of the Demon Crying Slash Fist, only a static pressure that sealed the world, and the black net was like a thunderous prison, expanding rapidly in a lightning-like conduction manner, and in an instant, it was so big that it could almost envelop the entire basin. And the silver-colored magician who unleashed this spell like a fishing net was rapidly drying up and flying out of old age.

The end of magic is blood, and the end of blood is lifespan, magician, at this moment, I don't know why, or simply for everything, including himself, gambling on his own lifespan, gambling on his body that he once cherished so much, and even about to tear his soul apart, gambling on his soul, desperately launching this trick that has not been used for a long time-

No, this former dark magic is just easy for him who has a rough sense of divine consciousness at this time, what he really wants to release is the forbidden spell, which can really stop the Crying Buddha, or the space-time forbidden spell magic that can really make the Crying Buddha stop and let him beat it.

Static space-time.

The magician used his bloody hand to pull the swastika seal, so that the purple-black net instantly tightened, and firmly bound the Crying Buddha, at that moment, the Crying Buddha was like a big fish caught in a fishing net, struggling in the black net, but he couldn't struggle no matter what, and when the big net fell, the magician burst into a charge, like a warrior rushing towards the huge rock statue that had no ability to hurt him for the time being.

At that moment, the viscous film on the Wailing Buddha's body disappeared entirely.

At that moment, the brick-red body of the Crying Buddha really turned into the gray-white of the normal rock.

At that moment, the magician's hands exploded, flesh and bones scattered in all directions, and a pair of purple arcane magic hands, or rather, illusory hands that emitted purple fluorescence like soul hands, replaced his original hands, and assumed a posture in front of his chest as he ran, and between the ghostly hands, golden light exploded.

At that moment, the golden light illuminated the world, as if the dawn of the holy light cut through the night and brought the dawn.

At that moment, a golden translucent beam of light erupted from between his hands, just like the last dawn in the rainstorm night in Panyang City a few years ago.

The moment that light burst out, it was completely seen in the eyes of Master Xuanzhi, deeply in his memory, and the beam of light that shot into the sky a few years ago was exactly the same, that light was almost a kind of reincarnation, a kind of fate, a kind of good and evil retribution.

It seemed to be a predestined destiny.

The golden, transparent, seemingly glaring light that hit the Weeping Buddha accurately, no penetration, no explosion, no bombardment, no hard confrontation, only a fatalistic rout. As if he was actively absorbing the light, the Wailing Buddha took the golden pillar of light in its entirety.

"Silent Time and Space!"

The light went out at the same time as the magician spat out the four words, and the sky went from an instant clear sky to a gray and overcast sky. Time, a dimension that seemed to have no sense of existence, suddenly began to unfold in this world step by step, the gears of fate seemed to begin to slowly turn again, Xuan Zhi, Kuzen, and everyone else suddenly regained the ability to act, and for a while the ice gushed out, the battle currents collided, and after the silver dust launched the earth-shattering pillar of light, he felt a burst of collapse.

The blue light silently converged at the broken wrist, and the silver hands reappeared, but the robes that had been fitting instantly became wider, and the magician looked up a little tiredly, unswervingly, looking at the Wailing Buddha, looking at the ugliest statue in the world, slowly, forever losing all defenses.

After that moment, the weeping Buddha stopped.

And the magician didn't stop, he jumped up, and the gang wind pushed him into the air, and shot a gang wind like a qigong cannon in the air, and the huge storm was mixed with a little thunder, and it hit the crying Buddha's face with a bang, as if he had been slapped hard by the magician.

The evil face finally shattered under the time and space of the Silent Realm, revealing several gaps that could almost allow the mage to burrow sideways into it. It wasn't blood, black pus, or any other filth that flowed out of the cracks, but clean quicksand, but the moment the golden quicksand fell, the air was filled with a choking stench.

The sand that looked very clean on the surface was actually a large dry dung particle, and the statue of the Crying Buddha was originally carved out of rock, but it was infected by the true soul of Corian, and turned into the stinking fine sand that it is now. The silver-white figure sent out the shocking blow and quickly retreated, and at the same time reached out and sent out a clean and transparent storm, blowing the yellow sand and dust away. The mage slowly fell, and a pair of silver eyes rolled alternately with exhaustion and expectation.

He lost, but he was about to win.

At this moment, he finally played all the hole cards, all the known magic was used, and he used it without reservation, but he could only break the defense of the Crying Buddha, causing it the first damage, and it seemed to be only a slight damage, the appearance of the Crying Buddha was just an image of a combination of loess rocks and dry powder, not nothing, almost only the concept of the Creon itself, even if his entire head was blown up, it should only cause limited damage to the Creon.

And in order to leave these gaps on the face of the Crying Buddha, the magician has used up all the runes that can still be mobilized in his body, Chi You Wan Transformation Technique, Demon Crying Slash Fist, and even the years without a trace have been swung out, Dawn, Heavenly Tribulation, Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa, everything is exhausted, and the Xuan Power is also exhausted, at this time, he has almost nothing left except for the little physical strength left.

He didn't dare to summon Lin Xuanchen, and he didn't even dare to use any accompanying magic items, because he didn't know if doing so would make the Crying Buddha spy on anything, especially the Red Queen or the moon base, which was his root, the foundation of his life, he couldn't defeat the Crying Buddha now, but he could slowly come up with a way to deal with the Crying Buddha, but if he exposed his "roots", then he really didn't even have the hole cards to turn the tables.

After all, the Venerable Master didn't believe that he could deal with the Weeping Buddha as soon as he came up.

"Feng Yuan, Lord of the Will of the World, are those dreams you said I had true? I can really use magic directly without relying on any runes or magic power?"

At this moment, he didn't pay anything except for the physical strength he lost in the action of clenching his fists.

This phenomenon is not even explained by the consumption of Xuan power to condense weapons by the Chi You Wan Transformation Technique, it is just an unprovoked and natural phenomenon. Silver Dust suddenly found that he was very similar to the Showa Ten years in his dream at this time, his body was empty, his head was empty, all spells, runes, magic weapons, and even physical skills could not be counted on, all summoning and contact were completely cut off, and there was only one lonely person, only an almost instinctive power that commanded nature.

After all, the mage is the one who commands the world, and every word and deed is the rule of heaven.

Heavenly rules.

"Heavenly Rules?!" Yinchen suddenly understood, suddenly understood the difference between the law god and the mage, the law god is not infinite mana, but no longer needs mana, their thoughts are the rules of heaven, they are the rules of heaven, at least the temporary rules of heaven are the manufacturing machine, silver dust has experienced two heavenly changes, under the deep submarine rock formations in the East China Sea, and also participated in the formulation of the rules of heaven, and now, he suddenly discovered that the rules of heaven are actually the essence of the power of God.

"It's divine will, right?" Yinchen raised his fist slightly, and struck it tentatively forward, he didn't inject any power into his fist, just thought about it together, thinking of one word in his mind: light.

The holy light condensed into a huge fist, turning into a demon crying and slashing fist, as the mage punched out, bursting out of a shocking fist, the golden light was like a fist that erupted in the air, and accurately pierced into one of the big thick legs of the crying Buddha in the sound of laser welding, boom, flames splashed, and rubble flew. The statue of the Crying Buddha stumbled and fell on its side.

The mage was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself, "Can the dream still come true?" and then a huge snowstorm filled his silver pupils.

The wind and snow seemed to shoot out of his eyes, spinning around him, and at that moment, the mage really had the illusion of being on the throne of the gods and the power of God in person.

He understood that the Will of the World invited him to deal with Creon, not that he just stood by and watched, even though the Will of the World no longer had any extra energy, she could also open the door of convenience for Silver Dust and help him indirectly.

At this moment, the mage transformed into a temporary Dharma god, using his mind as the power and knowledge as the guide, by synthesizing various magic that he had conceived or not imagined before, he could still deal with this weeping Buddha. It's just that at this moment, what Chiyou inheritance, what thunder gods and ghosts, and what Demon Wei Pavilion can't count on, all of them can't be counted on, and what Yinchen can rely on is only himself, only his own knowledge, and imagination.

The wind and snow spun faster, but at the moment when the young god was about to exert his power for the first time, the heavens froze.

It should be said that the entire time and space were completely frozen, as if the silver dust and the Crying Buddha, together with the sea Qianqiu who was pressed by the Crying Buddha's leg, condensed into quartz at the same time with the surrounding air.