The Lord of the Sea of Ink, just by exuding his own breath, can stir up the laws of heaven and earth.

Water flows from low to high.

The deposition of cultivation is the law, and the original monk's cultivation in his body suddenly became a blank piece of paper, no different from ordinary people.

The entire continent of the cessation of war was in a state of panic.

Fengqi City, City Lord's Mansion.

Momogen and Michi-Aoki, the two of them sat opposite each other and drank.

Now......

The figures of the two are still unmoved, and they are still drinking here, but the look in the eyes of the two of them already says everything.

In their eyes... Rarely, there was panic.

I couldn't hide my panic.

With their determination and experience.

Even if the Lord of the Sea of Ink stood in front of them, they wouldn't frown......

Because, if it's a big deal, it's a death.

Before Death...... You can also put it together.

But now......

They don't even have the qualifications to fight.

They have become accustomed to the vigorous spiritual power in their bodies, and they are accustomed to the movement of their minds, and many things can be done automatically.

For example......

The wine on this table does not need to be poured by themselves at all, only one thought is enough.

However, at this time, no matter what they did, the flask did not move at all, just quietly on the table.

Not the slightest move.

Their cultivation ...... It is equivalent to emptiness.

It's like a strong swimmer, and suddenly one day... He found out he couldn't swim anymore.

Even if he was standing by the pool, he would feel fear in his heart.

That kind of fear...

Not afraid of death, but afraid of their own uselessness.

The wind howls between heaven and earth.

At this time... There was another breath that appeared, and when this breath appeared.

Again, the water flows from high to low.

The useless cultivation once again regained its previous strength.

On the wine table between Momogen and Dao Aoki, the pot of wine also slowly floated up again, filling the wine for the two of them.

This feeling......

Familiar, yet unfamiliar.

Because...... Although it's the same law as before.

But the aura revealed in this law is completely different.

Initially...

In this piece of the Battle Continent, it was adapted to the law of the true sky, and immediately after, the law of heaven and earth was overturned, and the law of the Lord of the Sea of Ink appeared.

The law of the Lord of the Sea of Ink, no matter what it is...... All of them are contrary to the laws of the true heavens.

And at this moment......

Everything is back to normal.

However... At this moment, it is not the law of the true heavens, this law... It is the law of the wind!

On the shores of the sea.

Yan Feng looked at the Lord of the Ink Sea above the sea in the distance with a calm expression, and just now, he exuded his breath and enveloped the entire Stopping War Continent.

forcibly reversed the power of the laws of this continent.

But...... He could only change the power of the laws of this war-stopping continent.

For that vast heaven and earth, forcibly occupied by the Lord of the Sea of Ink, he could not change it.

"Not bad. ”

The Lord of the Sea of Ink, with a faint smile on his face, this 'good', you can see it...... It is a praise from the heart, not a lie.

"You have had this kind of power in less than two days, and you have already been able to change the power of the law of one side, I am not as good as you. ”

I said this very sincerely.

"Seniors praise falsely. ”

Yan Feng's eyes condensed slightly, and his expression seemed to be calm as usual, but in fact, the holy power in his body was already ready to be mobilized at any time.

And also...

This is the end of the war on the continent, and the power of fifty percent of the luck that hundreds of millions of monks have.

(End of chapter)