The doctor went directly to the same end, but failed to cause particularly much damage to the other party, and the remaining few people looked at each other and immediately understood that it didn't make much sense to continue to delay time.

On the contrary, it is better to cut off one finger.

The mute painter stepped forward and walked towards the Blood Lama, while the demon master looked back at Emperor Ying and frowned.

"I don't know why, I don't like this person. ”

The demon master turned his head to meet Emperor Ying.

Mi Yin didn't speak, and silently followed the painter first.

The painter held the paintbrush in his hand, stretched out his hand, and there was a piece of paper glowing with golden light unfolded in front of him, and he looked at the Blood Lama from afar, the pen was like a swimming dragon, and he quickly sketched the appearance of the Blood Lama on the drawing paper.

And Mi Yin stood in front of the painter, motionless.

The Blood Lama had broken one arm, and now he stretched out the other arm and turned into a giant hand made of gold, which collapsed like the sky falling.

Mi Yin took a light breath and stretched out his arms to meet the giant hand.

His arm, broken inch by inch, swept by the force, the bones of his whole body were shattered in an instant, the clothes on his body were shattered into powder, the flesh and blood were like the surface of the sea rolling up a whirlpool, the skin was torn, and the flesh and blood were scattered.

However, he still managed to block the golden giant.

It wasn't until all his flesh and blood were shattered into powder, leaving only a skeleton covered with ice cracks, that a terrifying burst of power appeared on him.

The flesh and blood of his whole body, like going back in time, instantly condensed, and the power far beyond what he could bear was pushed out by his hands.

Miraculous powers, turning the tide.

As much power as you endure, you will be able to return your own power with these forces and wrap it into stronger power.

The hand stretched out by the Blood Lama shattered violently.

The big hand, which was like a huge golden wall, dissipated silently, and only the golden powder in the sky fell with a wave of water.

Qi Yin glanced back at the painter and said with a smile.

"I'll say it one last time, I still think your handwriting is better than your drawing. ”

Dropping this sentence, Mi Yin didn't care about the artist's reaction, turned into a flash of light and disappeared.

And the painter has already painted the current appearance of the Blood Lama, including the seven layers of round light behind him, and the Buddha kingdom in each layer of round light, everything is lifelike.

When he stopped writing, the blood lama in the painting even rolled his eyes to meet the artist's eyes.

After the painter finished drawing, he did not immediately start the painting, but started to write again and wrote on the side.

"There will be no day of reunion, so I will be shameless with this painting. ”

At this moment, the blood lama in the painting shot out two divine lights from his eyes, which directly pierced the artist's chest.

The painter's face was calm, and he looked at the painting with a slight trace of regret on his face, and waved his brush again.

It's just that this stroke fell, and there was a layer of round light behind the blood lama in the painting, which was erased by the painter with one stroke.

At the same time, the real blood lama, the round light behind his head, also disappeared at the same time, as if it had never existed.

One of the seven Buddha kingdoms also disappeared in an instant at the same time.

After a stroke, the Blood Lama shot out angrily, but the painter did not raise his head, nor did he look at it, but waved his big pen again, erasing a layer of round light again, a Buddha country.

When the brush fell, the divine light swayed by the blood lama also fell, and the painter's painting and the painter evaporated in the divine light.

However, the painter fell, and the round light behind the blood lama's head was still reduced to only five layers.

On the other side, after Mi Yin completed a blow, he came to the demon master's side again.

The aura ignited by the demon master was continuously integrated into his body, and Qi Yin concocted it in the same way, and once again performed a force to turn the tide, and then Emperor Ying turned his sword into a sword and slashed out a blow.

Only this time, his body turned into a skeleton again, and was even cut in two, and after exerting his strength to turn the tide, he did not recover again.

His body was still crumbling, and the condensed power was condensed into a lightsaber by one of his hands, which directly pierced Emperor Ying's chest.

The hand bones shattered and dissipated, and in the end, there was still half a skull left, and when it had not completely dissipated, Mi Yin looked at the demon master and laughed.

"Little man, don't think I don't know, you fell in love with the doctor's dark side a long time ago, and now you don't regret it, you didn't start earlier, haha......"

The laughter dissipated, and half of the skull shattered into powder.

Turning the tide is too much of a load, and it is also a stealing move, and Qi Yin can't use it twice in one day.

If you do it twice in one day, you will definitely die.

Emperor Ying touched a sword wound that appeared on his chest, and his body was pierced, as if the wound was there in the first place, and there was no way to recover at all.

As long as he mobilizes his strength to recover, the wound is like a ruin that is not under his control, constantly devouring his power and maintaining that appearance.

Originally, he thought that it was impossible for the other party to completely retract his strength, it was more like a rebound after squeezing.

Now that he was wrong, the other party completely condensed his strength at the cost of his body, and then exerted his power in turn to make it stronger, so strong that it was as if a stronger self than him stabbed him.

Even his cultivation path at the moment has been completely replicated in the past.

At this moment, the demon master also completed the gathering of strength, and he turned into a giant and bombarded Emperor Ying.

Emperor Ying just stretched out a hand and blocked the mountain-like fist.

He began to cast a spell and turned the demon master into a resource devourer.

Who would have thought that the demon master who turned into a giant was devoured by him without any resistance, and the giant was like a phantom, turning into a thumping heart in an instant, and it sank into his palm.

That heart was dissolved by Emperor Ying and turned into his power, but there was a demonic power in it that could not be refined and could not disappear, condensed on the sword wound on his chest, and turned into a thumping heart.

The demonic power inside is absorbing his power and growing, but this thing already belongs to him, but it is completely out of his control.

Emperor Ying stretched out his hand expressionlessly to dig it, but he couldn't touch the heart at all.

Sword wounds, demon heart, ring after ring, the other party didn't plan to live from the beginning, but planned to use his life to yin him once.

Now, the sword wound on his chest and the demonic heart complemented each other, completely turning into a flaw in him, forcibly creating a fatal flaw in his body.

Seeing that there was no way to dispose of it for the time being, Emperor Ying no longer cared about it.

He raised his head and looked at the Blood Lama in the distance.

Now, only the two of them remain, and whoever survives in the end will get the last authority and receive the inheritance of the gods.

Emperor Ying walked towards the Blood Lama, looking at the Yuanguang Buddha Kingdom behind the Blood Lama, his eyes full of disdain.

Even if the previous copycat demon masters, painters and the like were limited by this world, Emperor Ying would not look down on each other, and the pinnacle of that kind of skill would never be reached by him.

"The authority of the gods is never obtained by deception or deception.

The so-called authority is what the world cannot see or touch.

But authority is the only truth in this world. ”

Emperor Ying walked step by step, he stretched out his hand, volleyed in the void, and a purple-gold scepter phantom appeared in his palm.

For a moment, everything around him seemed to be attracted, and it continued to submerge into his body.

Emperor Ying's momentum rose, his figure seemed to be expanding, one step at a time, seven steps later, he turned into a giant ten thousand feet tall, wearing a purple-gold imperial robe, wearing a crown of nine dragons, and his face was majestic.

"The way to turn into an outsider is difficult to be elegant. ”

Emperor Ying held the scepter phantom in his hand and shouted violently.

I saw that in the Yuanguang Buddha Kingdom behind the head of the Blood Lama, those creatures who were pious and worshipping were all stunned, as if they were about to wake up.

The Blood Lama was shocked, the fighting method must not be able to fight, and Emperor Ying was able to awaken his transformation.

He flew up from the lotus platform, shook his body, and also turned into a real body, with three heads and six arms, and angry eyes.

This is a preparation for a hard-to-head fight with Emperor Ying.

The two giants, one would fight hand-to-hand, the other would clash with countless spells and secret techniques, the landslides and the ground cracked, the topography of the coastline, constantly changing, the seabed began to be exposed, and the sea water was forcibly evaporated by that terrible force.

......

Qin Yang came to the land of returning to the ruins, but this place was different from what he thought.

The ocean has evaporated, leaving only a bottomless abyss in its place, still devouring everything around it.

Qin Yang turned his head and glanced west, those two bastards were fighting too fiercely, so unscrupulous, if it were the ordinary world, I am afraid it would have been shattered a long time ago.

He stood on the edge, looking at the conjured authority in front of him.

The details inside are filling in at a rapid pace.

This means that the creatures that are being held hostage by the Blood Lama are also dissipating rapidly, all information and knowledge are disappearing, and the things in his hands are becoming more and more valuable.

But that's not enough.

He had to be sure enough to confirm that there would be no other place except the place of returning to the ruins, so that he could jump off the ruins and fight.

......

As the battle grew, the creatures within the outermost round light of the Blood Lama began to break free from the transit.

A layer of round light shattered.

The phantom of Emperor Ying's hand holding the scepter, his face full of majesty, shouted.

"Outside!"

Another layer of round light shattered.

A month later, the Blood Lama fell to the ground, his heart shattered.

He still didn't understand why Emperor Ying was able to resolve his transformation so easily.

He knew that he had been defeated, and, it seemed, that Emperor Ying knew it from the very beginning of the battle.

"How did you do that?"

"The authority of the gods is never obtained by deception or deception. Emperor Ying looked down at the Blood Lama, his eyes still showing a hint of disdain.

"In the ancient heavenly court, there was not a single Buddha who really held the power of the gods.

Don't you understand?

No matter how close you seem to be to authority, you will never be able to hold it.

After all, the outer way is still the outer way. ”

"Emperor Ying!" the Blood Lama's mentality exploded.

He never thought that the reason for his defeat was not because of insufficient strength.

It's because he's proud of it.

Because he couldn't have succeeded from the start.

Even if there is no Emperor Ying.

Even if he is the only one left in this world, he will never be able to hold authority.

He roared angrily and wanted to fight to the death, it didn't matter if he failed, he also wanted Emperor Ying to be unable to master.

However, Emperor Ying's eyebrows lowered, he didn't look at him, held the scepter in his hand, and waved it casually.

The Blood Lama's strength and body were like scattered snowflakes, constantly crumbling and dissipating silently.

After killing the Blood Lama, Emperor Ying looked at the scepter in his hand and frowned slightly.

The Scepter is still an illusion.

He held the scepter in his hand, and everything in front of him seemed to lose its luster.

Under the guidance of the scepter, in the darkness, in the far west, there seemed to be something.

That's the last contender.

He walked away, one thousand miles at a time.

......

The far west of the world, in the world shrouded in fog, is the border here.

Meng Yi stood on his door, looking at the east, and said secretly in his heart.

"Qin Yang, now I will return the authority I got to you, what I can do here, I have already done it, you still underestimate Emperor Ying. ”

Meng Yi's figure slowly disappeared.

The authority he had inadvertently gained in this world also lost his grasp with his departure.

This means, from now on.

The only person who took the royal road to compete for power was Emperor Ying.

......

At the edge of the Land of Ruins, Qin Yang looked at the phantom of authority in front of him, except for the topmost place, all the remaining places, the details were completely completed.

He no longer hesitated, and leaped to his feet, allowing the suction of the Land of Return to the Ruins to swallow him up.

Wandering in the darkness, constantly sinking, endless nothingness.

I couldn't feel anything, it was a great horror.

Qin Yang silently mobilized a trace of the aura of the Sea Eye Magic Stone, hoping that the killer Qin Yang would be as reliable as ever, and the result of the deduction would not be wrong.

In an instant, the inside of the dark land of ruins, like a kaleidoscope in full bloom, endless colors, appeared in his eyes, countless substances, endless information, all in this kaleidoscope, constantly tumbling.

Qin Yang held the phantom of the scepter, guided by the information represented by the arc at the top, and shuttled through this kaleidoscopic world.

Ignore all the information and go straight to the one he was looking for.

Through countless kaleidoscopes, the last picture appeared in front of him.

He plunged headlong into it.

The sky was blood-red, the blood was raining down, and the whole world was filled with the smell of decadence and apocalypse.

Suddenly, the sky began to tear like rags.

The earth was torn apart by an invisible force and shattered into pieces.

One after another divine light turned into meteors and fell from the sky, and each divine light represented the fall of a strong man.

A man dressed in a purple and gold robe with golden eyes stood in the air, his aura was decayed, and the divine light on his body collapsed.

And opposite him, a giant with a green face and fangs, a corpse full of energy, and his arms broken shoulder to shoulder, with a bloody mouth, fell from the sky.

"It's dry and cool!"

"Fujun is gone, you dog, don't want to live until tomorrow!"

The giant devoured the golden-eyed man in one gulp, then looked up to the sky and laughed three times.

The flesh and blood on his body shattered and dissipated, and as the blood rain fell, the bones on his body continued to crumble and fall.

When these things fell to the earth, they merged with the rain of blood and turned into mountains.

In the end, only his spine remained, standing still, turning into a giant peak that rushed into the sky, suppressing the earth beneath his feet.

The ephemeral picture suddenly collapsed. \b

Qin Yang's expression was a little shocked.

He was wrong, wrong from the start.

Kuishan and Kuishan Nianhai were not the same thing at all from the beginning!

And the giant with a green face and fangs and a monstrous corpse all over his body has this characteristic, and he also mentioned the Fu Jun.

He still doesn't understand anything.

This is the legendary corpse who followed the king of the house.

The only corpse leader in the whole world.

Kuishan ......

Corpse ......

From the very beginning, the truth was laid out in front of us, and even the name did not change.

He never thought of it.

At the top of the power phantom in his hand, there was a skull with fangs, condensed.

The skull hand, from behind, grabbed the skull.

An illusory scepter.

At this moment, it suddenly condensed.

Qin Yang held the scepter in his hand and hung it in the place of returning to the ruins.

At this moment, it was as if he had grasped the truth of the whole world.

An illusion of omnipotence appeared in his heart.