Qiang –

The Nine Saints looked indifferent, their palms were empty, and they pulled out one by one of the blades of the Divine Light out of thin air, all of which exuded the most holy aura, extremely powerful, and possessed all kinds of great power.

No matter how terrifying the power Yan Xing showed just now, it was meaningless to the Nine Sages, they were puppets that had been completely controlled, lacking the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, and they were even more pure and indifferent than the 13th.

"Soldiers of the Ruins?"

Yan Xing's eyebrows raised slightly, whether the Holy Realm was wearing a suitable blade or not, the difference in combat power was still quite large, at least three to fifty percent floating.

He found it interesting that the two ominous entities, 13 and 28, had not used the Holy Blade in their several encounters with him from beginning to end.

And the pitch-black cross of the first Night Lord, as well as the nine saints in front of him, are all equipped with blades, and they can obviously be used.

Yan Xing guessed that the soldiers of the relics were left by the natives of the Truth, and these blades possessed spirituality, and they were extremely hostile to invaders like No. 13, and would definitely not let the other party use them.

Unlike the Nine Saints, the First Night Lord was essentially a native creature of the Truth, and the spirits of the Relic Soldiers could not tell if they were controlled and parasitized, so they could activate their power.

"The treasure is covered with dust, and it helps to abuse!"

Yan Xing shook his head, but he didn't care too much, the Nine Saints were just new to the Saint Realm, and the soldiers of the relics were not personally refined, and they couldn't burst out of all their might, and they were not as powerful as the 13th.

No threat to him.

Rumble!

There are no words, only a war.

The breath that erupted from the two sides collided and impacted, and the vast void was completely evaporated into an absolute vacuum, and in the pitch-black void, everything did not exist, but all the dead and silent universe that was enveloped by the wave instantly dissolved into nothing.

Kill!

Battle-

In the incomparably dark, a stream of brilliant light suddenly rose, and time and space disappeared here, and time and space lost their meaning.

Maybe it's a moment, maybe it's a million years, those streamers that carry the burning will, constantly intersect and collide hundreds of millions of times, and the destructive impact formed is so destructive that it cannot destroy the outside world, and there is nothing to destroy in this pitch-black absolute vacuum except what they think.

"Hahaha! Happy! Again!

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Yan Xing laughed heartily, his limbs were surrounded by different divine lights, the earth, wind, water and fire, and he was a divine power formed by the great rules of order and the coordination of the true intentions of many avenues, and he borrowed from the innate ability of the rat, and his power was extraordinary.

With one punch and one kick, they can repel the Nine Saints who kill with blades, and the terrifying destructive power shatters their bodies, and more than 10,000 collisions can force them to replace a node.

Yan Xing cherished his fragmented universe quite a lot, and he broke the link with the hell dimension, and all the replenishment of the loss was handed over to the [Perpetual Motion Body]. Whether it is devouring the power of destruction left over from the fight, or gnawing the bodies of the Nine Saints and No. 13, in this absolute vacuum, this anti-heaven talent can also find a source of replenishment.

Damn it!

As the battle fell into a stalemate, No. 13's face became more and more ugly, the more he fought, the more depressed he became, he felt extremely aggrieved, he couldn't kill or consume, and Yan Xing didn't seem to have a weakness.

On the contrary, it was themselves who were hit again and again by those attacks that carried the true intent of the Great Dao, and their consciousness was constantly eroded, although they were only worn out a little each time, but they could not withstand the continuous and endless consumption.

He understands the truth of dripping stones.

If it continues like this, not only will he not be able to defeat Yan Xing and hide back to the "Secret of Transcendence", but he may still be here.

Ang –

No. 13 looked up to the sky and roared filial piety, with a strong unwillingness, the huge nature of the disintegration and collapse, turning into an endless number of small flies, this small is also compared to before, each of which is comparable to the stars.

"It's useless!"

A cold look flashed in Yan Xing's eyes, and he understood that Number 13 wanted to divide his attacks in this way in order to delay the consumption of consciousness.

As soon as his mind moved, his body was shrouded in silver-white light, distorting and flickering at an extremely high frequency, and suddenly, a dense Yan appeared in the pitch-black void

Tortured figures.

In fact, he did not divide his forces to form a clone, and every figure here is a complete body, but it is only with the help of time and space jumps, jumping at an extremely high frequency, that this kind of doppelganger effect will appear.

"Kill—"

Yan Xing showed no mercy, stretched out his hand to pat it, and every figure locked onto a ghostly fly. It seems to be a light palm, but it contains terrifying power, directly piercing and destroying all the divisions at the same time.

The No. 13 replacement node was resurrected, and looking at Yan Xing, who had no flaws, his mentality had changed. The last time he fought in the Land of Bones, he could barely keep up with the other party's rhythm, but now, he felt powerless.

In just thousands of years, Yan Xing has grown to the point where he is not under his control, and even, if he keeps fighting to the death and does not retreat, he may really be worn to death by the other party!

I'm going to die here?

Dead at the hands of a bug!?

No. 13, who has been high up and has cleansed many civilizations in endless years, is in doubt at this moment. No matter how ridiculous it is, it is true, and it has always been seen as a terrifying being in the Truth of the Back Garden, threatening their eternal rule.

even snatched away the things they had been thinking about!

"Alas, 28, we have failed completely."

Shame welled up in No. 13's heart, and he glanced at Yan Xing in a daze, his gaze gradually became firm, and with a flip of his palm, he took out a ball of flesh that was scarlet and pulsating.

"Huh? This is ......."

Yan Xing's expression changed slightly, and he sensed a danger on the meat ball, and the familiar aura fluctuation was the monster called the "Transformation Core".

"Yan Xing, you won, but you only won me! You can never imagine what a terrible power lies behind the face of us!"

"You're just a worm trapped in a cage after all."

No. 13 looked indifferent and calmly admitted his defeat, which was undoubtedly a shame that would not be washed away for him. But now that the external situation is grim, when the overall situation is the priority, what is personal honor and disgrace?

"Lord No. 3, please wake up! We need your strength—"

Poof!

No. 13 muttered in a low voice, and with the force of his palm, he crushed the scarlet meat ball, and suddenly a red light appeared, shooting into the pitch-black void and disappearing.

Yan Xingtong Kong trembled slightly, already aware of what the 13th was doing, and immediately gathered his breath and gathered strength to deal with the monster that was about to descend.

……

In the highest dimensional time and space, the behemoth lying prone outside the sky sensed the call, and the dense compound eyes and vertical children all over the body slowly opened at the same time.

A trace of doubt flashed in his dark eyes, and then he regained his clarity, and he had already understood everything, and his expression became excited.

"Did you find it? A way to reach the top of detachment!"

"My strength has not yet recovered to its peak, but it is barely enough......

The core of transformation is a clone from the existence of the twelfth order of eternity, which is not a wisp of independent thought that the first night lord can compare, the two are different concepts. It is an entity that has a mental connection with the No. 3 Buddha-figure, and has a part of the power of the other side.

It can be called "No. 3", and it is rightly called.

No. 3 moved her gaze and glanced at the inner world of the Truth, and she could sense that the looming murderous intent came from those terrifying thunderstorms, specifically aimed at outsiders of her level. If it is not necessary, she does not want to come into it to fight against it for the time being, and it will meaninglessly consume the strength that she has accumulated so hard.

"Punishment? It is worthy of the deity of Yama, and it is really extraordinary. It is estimated that this little guy has obtained a certain inheritance from the other side, and only in this way will he grow to this level at an unreasonable speed in a short period of time!"

No. 3's eyes flickered, and she regained most of her strength, and she could already read the torrent of information between heaven and earth.

Although the source of the information was obscured by a force on the body of the Yan Xing, and she could not read the insight, she could also understand the difference from the side through the traces left by the other party's experience in heaven and earth

Something unusual.

The Truth, at that time, there were many eternal shores in charge, although they were all wiped out by a certain transcendent, but there was also a chance that they would leave a legacy and be accidentally acquired by some lucky little guys.

They are all forces that have stepped into the battle of the origin, and the Eternal Shore does not dare to guarantee that they will survive, so some of them will arrange the means in advance, and once they die, they will spread their inheritance to prevent the inheritance from being cut off.

No. 3 knew the Truth very well, and naturally, he guessed the root of Yan Xing's strength.

"Humph! No matter how the inheritance against the heavens is, it has not grown up, and it is meaningless, and the punishment is over......

The cold light flickered in No. 3's eyes, and with a movement of his mind, ten scarlet tentacles shot out, crossing dimensional time and space, and inserting into heaven and earth.

Buzz –

In an instant, the pitch-black void twisted and vibrate, and the tentacles poked out of the whirlpool, directly submerging into the eyebrows of No. 13 and the Nine Saints, their expressions suddenly froze, and a strange fluctuation escaped.

"Information Correction."

No. 3's indifferent and vast voice, resounding in the dark hollow, contained a terrifying will, as if evil whispered in the ear, making people panic.

"I, bestow you with special talents!"

"Setting—"

"When you are strong, you are strong: in the face of the enemy, your strength will automatically be corrected to be twice as strong as the opponent."

"Immortality and Immortality: No form of attack can kill you, including the annihilation of consciousness."

"Go, kill Yan Xing, and get the things back......

Rumble!

No. 13 and Jiu Shengmeng opened their eyes, the source of information was boiling and surging, the information around them was turbulent, and the breath became completely different.

This is the right way to open the power of information!?

Yan Xingtong Kong was shocked, and his expression became solemn.