A few miles away, the second senior brother looked indifferently in the direction of the mountain, and at that moment before, the mountain suddenly disappeared, and it no longer existed in the naked eye or in perception.

Chen Pipi stood behind the second senior brother, scratching his head in a bit of anxiety.

The Great Divine Officer of Bright and Master Yan Se, such a battle between two super powerhouses who are at the peak of the Knowing Destiny Realm, and may even surpass the Five Realms by half a step, is not something that can be seen casually, in addition to the ups and downs that Uncle Xiao once slashed with his sword, there are only a few battles for Liao Liao, how can he not be curious?

Obviously, there was nothing but the wind and snow over there, but the second senior brother still looked at that place quietly with an indifferent expression, as if he could see the scene there clearly, his eyes did not shoot out crystal brilliance, but were filled with an extremely strict aura of righteousness and evil, and everywhere he looked, he was frightened and avoided regardless of the wind, snow and fallen leaves.

Chen Pipi knew that the second senior brother could see the movement on the mountain, so he rubbed his hands nervously and asked, "What is the situation now, senior brother? Is there a fight? Sangsang should be fine, right? Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to the little junior brother." ”

The second senior brother frowned slightly, and said impatiently: "Shut up, take a good look." ”

Chen Pipi immediately shut up, and thought to himself, how can he look good if he can't see it?

Master Yan Se took out a thing from his bosom and solemnly handed it to Sang Sang, and then explained a few words.

The Great Priest of Light looked at Sangsang lovingly, gently placed a waist card in her hand, and then touched her head.

At this time, the words are all last words, and the things that are explained are all afterwords, but I don't know who said the last words, and who will really leave a lot of aftermath, which needs to be dealt with by Sangsang.

Master Yan Se walked to the edge of the cliff and closed his eyes in contemplation.

The Great Shrine of Light walked to the other side of the cliff and calmly looked at the rising sun in the snow.

Master Yan Se opened his eyes.

The Grand Priest of Light withdrew his gaze.

Master Yan Se looked at the calm face of his old friend, suddenly laughed, his right hand stretched out his sleeve and waved it gently, and it became a big talisman unintentionally, the talisman was awe-inspiring and indescribable, and was summoned by the power of the talisman, and tens of thousands of mountains and rocks rose from the ground, densely distributed in the air like countless solidified huge raindrops.

The slender fingers, which seemed to have red sleeves, were moist and tender, trembling slightly, and the mountain characters moved.

The rocks that covered the mountains and fields like solidification fell with a roar, like a majestic rainstorm on a summer night, bombarding the mountains, instantly making countless potholes between the hard cliffs, splashing out gravel dust that covered the sky and the sun.

The Great Priest of Light stood calmly in the stone rain, his right hand raised above the top, as if the cotton jacket with the taste of hot and sour noodle soup and chicken soup shook slightly, and his magic was masterful.

The tip of the index finger, which was as white as jade, burned with a touch of divine radiance, which did not exude any power, but it was so pure and holy, no matter how it swayed in the stone rain, it was not extinguished after all.

The divine radiance that stretched out to the sky was not extinguished, and the stone rain falling from the sky could not touch the old cotton jacket on the old man's body.

The terrifying stone rain was still falling, and the splashed stones and gravel continued to merge into the stone rain again, and it seemed that it would never stop, and those falling snowflakes had long been afraid and did not know where to avoid.

The stone rain in front of him suddenly tilted, and there was no reason to avoid it.

Wu Tianshenhui, who was wrapped around the tip of his index finger stretched out into the air, suddenly brightened, shining incomparably clearly between the cliffs that had been suppressed by the stone rain and remnants of snow, and the flowers and trees all showed their essential appearance.

The morning sun has moved into the clouds after that.

The index finger pointing to the sky between the cliffs gave birth to a round of rising sun.

Light is compassionate and cold, gentle and powerful.

It shines in the world, it is everywhere.

Those who follow it will walk in the light, and those who turn their backs on it will walk in darkness and will ruin it.

The rocks between the cliffs, the grass between the rocks, the flowers, the trees, and the people under the trees are all overlooked by the light, so they are afraid.

The stone rain is no longer rising.

Then the snowflakes fell from the sky again and fell on the invisible rainbow barrier outside the mountain, turning into seven colors.

Master Yan Se slowly opened his eyes, feeling the purest light in the world, looking at the ten thousand snowflakes embedded in the colorful dawn outside the cliff with an expressionless face, and gently disturbed his sleeves.

The sleeves crossed in front of him, like a straight horizontal line, whistling in the wind, sweeping away all obstacles.

With the dance of the sleeves, the faint horizontal stone crack on the cliff wall on the mountain suddenly became clear.

The two muddy mountain roads in the miscellaneous trees in the mountains also suddenly became hard, and the thin mud softened by the melting snow instantly turned into a store that was harder than the rocks, and the mud seemed to become a miniature river and mountain.

A dance of the sleeves is a horizontal, and the stone crack of the cliff is a horizontal.

The two muddy mountain roads that have become great rivers and mountains are two verticals.

Two horizontal and two vertical. Horizontal and vertical.

It's the well.

This talisman made of mountain cliffs, which stretches between heaven and earth, has unabashedly begun to permeate the lines of light around it to show its contempt, disdain, and pride, because it is the most powerful well character.

The well is the system of sealing the field, the well has the meaning of ancient rites, and the well has the beginning of the wonderful theory.

But the simplest and most powerful tic-tac-tac character meaning is the simple line cutting, the kind of uniform balance that perfectly cuts the space, the heaven and the earth.

The well character descends on the cliff, and the cutting lines, no matter how big or small, go deep to the subtlety.

The rocks rolling between the cliffs were all shattered into powder.

The grass and trees shrunk between the cliffs were all shattered into powder.

The snowflakes fluttering above the cliffs were all shattered into ridge powder.

The cold wind that traveled between the cliffs was all shattered into ridge powder.

Finally the cliff shattered.

The omnipresent light also dimmed due to the fragmentation of space and began to fall apart.

This is the ultimate realm of Master Yan Se's pursuit of runes.

The character of this well between the cliffs has a real sense of transcendence, not only everything in the world, but even the space can be cut, which is tens of thousands of times stronger than the well character that King Jingluo once encountered in the Spring Breeze Pavilion and Rainy Night.

Light always needs space to walk, and when space is broken, how can it be brilliant?

The Great Priest of Light looked at the countless lines in front of him that were so thin that they were invisible, and let out a faint sigh in the depths of his heart, knowing that at this moment, Yan Se finally stopped thinking about other problems and took the first step beyond the Five Realms.

The rune path that had the ability to dim or even shatter and disappear Wu Tian's divine radiance was beyond the scope of Wu Tian's permission.

His cotton sleeves had been shredded, even the cotton that had bloomed had been shredded by the symbol, and there was a crystal light outside the skin of his arm, which had become thinner and thinner under the powerful tic-tac-toe cut, but his bare arm pointed to the eastern sky, and the tip of his index finger burned with a bright divine radiance, unusually firm and persistent.

Perhaps it was the belief in light that moved the Creator above the firmament......

The Great Priest of Light looked at the clouds quietly, his deep eyes were crystal clear, his old cheeks were full of moving tears, and he muttered in a trembling voice: "Thank you Haotian for giving me strength." ”

The morning sun outside the clouds suddenly became mighty, and a majestic force passed through the snow clouds, ignoring the distance and the broken space between the mountain cliffs, and poured directly into his old body.

(There's another chapter today.) ）