The Flying Dragon Thief Flame Cannon exploded around Wei Wuliang, turning into a small fire field that burned violently everywhere, and a large circle with a diameter of three meters appeared on the rocky ground, and in the circle was an endless bright red flame, the fierce burning and the monstrous heat wave distorted the air, and even if Wei Wuliang had a powerful body, he couldn't avoid such a large range of fire. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Silver Dust stood in the middle of the flames, silently watching as he reached for his throat. In the silver pupils, there is no wind and snow, no hopelessness, only the most calm calmness.

"Realm: Red Lotus Desperate Situation. He whispered the words. Wei Wuliang's hand had already grasped his throat, and the old man's ghost hand was cold, rough, and contained the power of iron tongs, but it could no longer be pinched at this moment.

In Wei Wuliang's eyes, the stone hall disappeared, and everything around it turned into fire, except for the silver dust, which was endless fire, and he couldn't see the sky, the earth, the south, the south, the west, and even the day, night and time were gone, there was only fire, only terror from the heart.

The fire slowly bloomed under his feet, blooming into endless red lotuses, like the final judgment spewing out of hell.

The sky swept away the crimson dead silence, and on the infinite expanse of the earth, endless red lotuses suddenly bloomed.

Everywhere the red lotus passed, everything burned into the air, and all objects, the wind, and even the spirit and will, were all turned into ashes in the catastrophic red lotus, turning into charred black soil under the fire. All things will eventually return to dust, and the flames of Liulan and the blooming lotus are like the end of the day.

His hands couldn't be locked, and his body couldn't move, because he came into contact with Silver Dust, and Silver Dust was the supreme god relative to this circular space with a diameter of 30 meters, and all attacks against him did not exist, from the rules of time and order. As a result, he touched the silver dust, and as a result, time in his body stopped first.

Those who are ineffective when attacking Silver Dust are completely repelled by this 30-meter small world. Wei Wuliang can take a bath, brush his teeth and cut his nails in this small world, or fight against Red Lotus and eat watermelon, he can do anything else, but he can't attack Silver Dust, and all his attacks on Silver Dust will not be recorded in the "history" of this small world, nor will they appear on the timeline of this small world, that is to say, all his attacks do not exist in this world, that is, they do not exist. Therefore, from the point of view of the rules, his behavior just now is not allowed, unless he really has the ability to directly break the realm, otherwise his attack on Silver Dust is a "non-existent behavior", that is, as long as he touches Silver Dust (even if his Gangfeng touches Silver Dust), he will "stop time", and even the terrible thing of turning back time will happen. All of his attacks on Silver Dust will be automatically corrected by this world itself.

At this moment, he couldn't hurt Silver Dust at all, because this was the realm.

The fire slowly dissipated, and only the red lotus bloomed more brilliantly and bewitchingly, but the environment was even more unbearable than before. Wei Wuliang felt the temperature start under his feet and rise rapidly, and he felt as if he was in a microwave oven running at full strength. Silver Dust had already gently removed his hand and stood face to face with him, and in the next few seconds, Silver Dust was invincible compared to Wei Wuliang. He didn't need to be afraid of hand-to-hand combat with this old man.

Wei Wuliang was able to move, and he stepped back in some panic. At this time, Yinchen's whole body exuded an unimaginable terrifying momentum, it was not the momentum of a Yuanying master, it was simply a divine power that only gods would have.

"This breath...... How is that possible?" Wei Wuliang was in a state of revention, he felt that the silver dust at this time was simply a god, and his body was full of invincible terrifying divine might. The silver holy mage was dressed in a gorgeous silver trench coat, standing proudly in the flames that were gradually extinguishing, just standing there, Wei Wuliang was so frightened that he couldn't even lift the true yuan!

Silver Dust's figure at this moment is just like the evil god of karmic fire that escaped from hell.

"It's over!" Yinchen stretched out a finger of primary color with an expressionless face, pointing at Wei Wuliang. The silver dust in the realm seems to have suddenly faded away from many human natures, and has become more distracted, becoming indifferent, arrogant, and indifferent. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Wei Wuliang, there was no spell, no elemental convergence, not even the agitation of any spell position and the flash of the magic array, just such a mediocre finger, but it could completely repel Wei Wuliang.

No, complete defeat to be exact.

On Yinchen's index finger, a clear blue light erupted, like a one-dimensional linear world. In the hot and twisted air, many ice-blue snowflakes were abnormally precipitated, neither flying nor falling, as if they were frozen in everything with the air. A terrifying chill first emerged from the bottom of Wei Wu's conscience, and then turned into a cold wave that swept the world.

Wei Wuliang realized that something was wrong the moment Yinchen stretched out his finger at him, and immediately looked away, forcing himself not to look at Yinchen's image, and sure enough, in this way, the Yuan Force of the whole body was running smoothly, and the strong Yuan Qi turned into a wind surrounding him, and the power of decay and aging was filled within three meters of his body, the rocks under his feet quickly weathered, and the scorching air was not so uncomfortable, he had just opened his posture, ready to fight to the death in this strange flame field, but suddenly felt a chill.

Between heaven and earth, a great invisible power converged on Yinchen's fingertips, hanging on Wei Wuliang's body horizontally like a judgment. There were no explosions, no flashes, no sound, except for the cold or the cold. That force seems to be formless and substantial, but it is completely irresistible and impossible to avoid, and that power contains many invisible rules between heaven and earth, as well as the formless and substantial supreme power that the mages call "the Great Dao".

The scorched earth turned into ice fields.

The flames become ice lotus.

The originally crimson sky was blue.

The flame-bursting sun instantly condensed, turning into a large piece of ice and falling from the east.

The silver-colored gods shoot down the sun with ice.

Crush the moon with wind and snow.

The will of ice turned into a blue light, emerging from the top of the silver-colored god's head, piercing the already frozen sky.

God, burst.

Ground, roar.

What poured in from the breach in the sky was not the flood that needed to be treated by Dayu, but the glacier of ten thousand poverty.

It was a torrent of ice that was enough to crush the Norse gods. Ice Age? No, it was a cold apocalypse like a nuclear winter.

Odin collapsed in the snowstorm.

A starving Fenrir is chained and follows the Vikings as they flee to the rainforests of Africa.

The Elven kingdom of Celts was turned into a graveyard of crystals.

The Vatican's Inquisition was buried deep under 300,000 meters of frozen soil.

On the top of Mount Olympus, the throne of the gods was completely frozen before dusk came.

The world that has lost the sun and moon will be completely buried in a permanent glacier that will not move a centimeter for the next 70 million years within seven minutes.

Thunder and lightning solidify in the sky and become specimens.

The wind stagnates on the surface and becomes a statue.

The earth disappeared, the oceans disappeared, the sky disappeared, and even the gears of fate stopped turning because of the extreme cold.

Nuclear bombs turn into boulders.

The laser turns into cold iron.

An hour after God shot down the sun and crushed the moon through the sky, everything was gone.

On the world-sized ice tomb, there is only a silver-colored god, looking into the distance, only his silver-colored robe, automatic without wind, fluttering into the strong wings of a falcon.

Realm: Frosty Hell. (To be continued.) )