As soon as the words were spoken, the collapse speed of the ghost baby's body became faster and faster, a large area of black mist boiled, and then it was dispersed by the golden light, completely becoming nothingness, and the ghost baby, almost only a distorted phantom remained, and it was about to dissipate.

"Father, save me. The ghost baby hissed and stretched out his hand to Mo Wentian's evil thoughts, his expression was extremely painful and distorted, he was submerged in the sea of light, and he was about to disperse in the golden light.

Not far away, the two supreme saints fought fiercely, Mo Wentian sat cross-legged, motionless like a mountain, he sacrificed a powerful Dao method, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the white clothes flew up.

On the other side, the evil thoughts are on par with him, the black fog is boiling, like the waves of the angry river, the waves are crashing into the air, the red lotus is monstrous, and the same Taoism as Mo Wentian is sacrificed.

Rumble!

Two identical Dao methods collided, one good and one evil, the brilliance was shining, brilliant and dazzling, all over the heaven and earth, the runes and Dao Yun flew out in a chain, and the rules turned into a giant chain, which sounded in the sky.

In this kind of collision, there is no winner or loser, all the attacks disappear after the collision, and the brilliance and glow of the sky disappear after appearing, and then reappear after disappearing, and then disappear again.

The sky is like dyed ink, rendered by a paintbrush, creating a magnificent picture, an earth-shattering collision, the mountains shake, and the sky trembles.

The duel of the most holy can no longer be described as simply 'fierce', even in the Golden Age, each supreme saint is a powerful force that cannot be ignored, representing an immortal inheritance.

"Kill!" Mo Wentian's evil thoughts roared, his fist shattered the vacuum, and a powerful set of methods was struck, breaking free from Mo Wentian's restraints and killing the body in the sky.

For the ghost baby, this evil thought is more afraid, and the strength of the ghost baby is by no means as fragile as it is now.

In fact, the ghost baby is very powerful, and at its peak, it can have the strength of a half-emperor, but during this special period, the ghost baby is in a weak period, and its strength is not at its peak.

Mo Wentian slapped his hands into the air, the storm exploded behind him, and the black hair on his head suddenly rose from his shoulders, all of which exploded in the air, and a flash of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he raised his mouth and spit out a purple blood arrow, chasing the evil thought and killing.

His body is decayed and he can't move, this corpse is just the back hand he left, far less powerful than the deity, the reason why he can burst out with amazing combat power and show the same feelings as ordinary people is because of the Dao marks and marks left in the past.

At the end of the day, it's just a shell.

The white-clothed evil thought showed horror in his eyes, only to see that the purple blood arrow had pierced through his body, bringing up a series of black mist, and his body was directly fixed in the air, unable to move, "You still have this kind of back hand." ”

Spit out blood arrows, the divine fire in Mo Wentian's eyes was about to be extinguished, the color of his eyes gradually lost, his face turned gray in an instant, and he sat down suddenly, his black hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was sprinkled on his shoulders indiscriminately, "To deal with you, naturally we have to keep some means." ”

He raised his eyes to look at the ghost infant who had almost been refined in the golden light, and the divine fire in his eyes became more and more dim, "Holy Emperor, everything you stole in the past will be returned today." ”

After that, his bulging white clothes fell quietly, sticking to the surface of his body, his head hung down, his eyes were all gray, all his breath gradually dissipated, and the corners of his stiff mouth curved slightly upward.

High in the sky, the figure shook slightly, and turned to look at Mo Wentian, who was sitting cross-legged, his eyes flickered, and his ten fingers trembled slightly.

He slowly raised his hand and grabbed it in the direction of Mo Wentian, as if he wanted to hold on, but he raised his hand halfway and slowly put it down.

His face was calm and unfazed, and his expression did not change in any way from beginning to end.

The avenue is ruthless, the avenue is forgetful, this is the loneliness of the king. It's not indifference to feelings, it's forgetting what feelings are.

But in the calm, the lower eyelids of the figure gradually moistened, and the pearl-like colorful crystal teardrops fell from the eyes, cut through the sky, fell into the ground, and the boulder shattered.

Tears of the King!

This tear is a fusion of a series of powerful forces such as avenues, rules, and order, as well as many kinds of feelings, just such a tear is an immortal inheritance, this is the emotional tears of the peak powerhouse, and it is a powerful treasure in the world.

"Who are you, get out of my sea of knowledge. The figure clenched his fists and spoke, his expression changing, his face contorted with pain, and his erect body suddenly trembled and staggered in the air.

"This king is you, you are this king, and there is no one another. The figure spoke again, as if he were alone, and his face was pained and he was struggling violently.

After a short period of distraction, Jimo's consciousness temporarily revived, and he wanted to take over the control of this body, however, he did not succeed, the king's will was too strong, and his consciousness was quickly suppressed.

"Hahaha, don't ask the sky, you died well. Mo Mo, you can't trap Bendi. The ghost baby laughed wildly, the golden light collapsed inch by inch, covered by the endless black mist, the sky full of golden light converged, and the black mist boiled.

At the moment when the figure lost its mind, the ghost baby exploded, breaking the laws of the heavens, breaking the powerful Dao, breaking through the invisible cage, and regaining freedom.

He is like a demon king in the world, open his mouth and spit out an ancient mirror, this mirror has a unique shape, but there is no smooth mirror, the two sides are almost the same except for the ancient lines are slightly different, they are almost the same, the lines of these two sides are the same origin, almost difficult to distinguish.

The ancient mirror has no ears, round as the full moon, has an ancient bronze color, engraves ancient traces, and emits a dark blue light.

The ancient mirror hung in the air, and one side burst into brilliance, and the evil thoughts in white clothes hovering high in the air flashed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Immediately, the ancient mirror changed direction, and then burst out with simple brilliance, enveloping the ghost baby, only to see a cloud of black mist twist and fly out, screaming miserably, and entering the ghost baby's body.

Evil things are devouring each other, and the ghost baby uses this mysterious ancient mirror to devour Mo Wentian's evil thoughts and use them to strengthen themselves.

"Reincarnation Mirror, this emperor wants strength, and he wants the evil thoughts of all living beings here!" The ghost baby hissed, the universe roared, his momentum continued to rise, the black fog became thicker, and the sky was all over the sky.

Phew!

The strange light mirror rotated, the ancient light hung down on the void, time seemed to stop, the heaven and the earth were discolored, only a piece of black and white remained, and then I saw a black shadow flying out of the bodies of the major Tianjiao and alien beasts, and was cut into fragments by the blue light, and then sucked away by the ancient mirror.

Immediately, the black and white colors faded from the void, and the heavens and the earth reverted to their original colors, colorful.

At this moment, whether it was the Tianjiao of all ethnic groups or the blood of the desolation, all of them were bloodless and fell to the ground weakly, including the Golden Armor True God, Zhang Bairen, Xue Baiyi, and Yelu Qi, these powerful sons of heaven were not spared.

Zheng!

The ancient mirror rotated, flew up from a high altitude, and hung above the ghost baby's head, shooting out countless fragments of black shadows, all of which drilled into the ghost baby's body, like an endless condensation of black blood bats, and the scene was terrifying.

"This is a powerful force, but unfortunately it is not enough to bring Bendi back to the top. The ghost baby sighed.

He was originally Jimo's evil thoughts when he was a child, but he got an unknown opportunity, not only stole Jimo's cultivation, memory, and luck, but also like the master of evil thoughts, the sect of all evils, he can digest all evil thoughts with the help of that ancient mirror, and use other evil thoughts as nourishment to strengthen himself.

The figure opened its eyes, looked at the ghost baby, and spat out a word with trembling lips, "Disperse!"

"Words are the law, and they can't hurt me anymore. The ghost baby laughed, he used the forbidden method to restore his strength, and for a short moment, he was many times stronger than before.

Although this will leave a legacy of trouble, it is not worth mentioning compared to life.

When the figure lost its mind, the ghost baby seized the opportunity to absorb the evil thoughts of the surrounding creatures, including Mo Wentian's evil thoughts, and his strength continued to soar, blowing a black howling wind in the sky, blowing through the space.

That figure was expressionless, his expression did not change, in fact, standing at the peak of sentient beings for too long, he had long forgotten the so-called expression, the avenue was forgetful, the avenue was ruthless, and the spirit was too forgetful!

In itself, he is the embodiment of the Tao, the rules, and the order, after all, the human king is dead, falling from that mountain cliff, falling forever without the end, and even the immortal body no longer exists.

And at this moment, the consciousness of that figure is more of an embodiment of rules and Tao, and it cannot be regarded as a divine soul at all, but more similar to an immortal existence such as obsession and imprint.

The birth of this figure is inseparable from the holy mountain, and this obsession comes from the memory of the gods in the holy mountain, the obsession of the human king's halberd, and the fusion of Jimo to give birth to this consciousness.

He said that he was the king of men, but he was not the real king of men, and he said that he was not a king of men, but in fact he was a king of men!

"All evil, end up!" the figure raised his hand and pressed to the ghost baby in the distance, he was like a master, judging life and death with one word, and setting the rules with one word.

This is an invisible force, similar to a proverb, the words of the rules and order, the rules and orders formulated, and the opponent is invisible, that is, the words are the law.

This kind of means is difficult for even the most holy to do, only if you truly understand the origin of the rules, can you use such powerful killing methods, in this kind of means, the so-called defense, Dao law, will not play any role, unless it is strong enough, strong enough to break the rules.

Countless transparent swords of ruling, surging from all directions, pierced through the ghost infant's body, dispersing the black mist, and being refined into nothingness by the golden light.

The ghost baby's body was full of holes, and many places turned into fragments, but he was smiling cruelly, unimpressed, "Now, your words and words can't hurt me, or merge with me, I am worthy of being your carrier, not this weak body." ”

The powerful words are the law, the two supreme beings, saying a word, will trigger the rules of the heavens, the broken body of the ghost baby suddenly recovered, it seems that it has not been broken at all, what happened just now is just an illusion.

He also broke the rules of that figure with his words, and at this moment, he was extremely powerful, with black smoke in his eyes, and a reincarnation mirror hanging behind him, like the reincarnation of an evil god.

The figure retracted his gaze indifferently, looked up at the sky, like a golden arrow, like a meteorite flying at great speed, crashing into the wind and snow in the sky, he carried a golden halberd, flew up to the sky, stood on the top of the vast sea of snow, overlooking the world.

The ghost baby laughed sharply, the black mist boiled, rolled up Mo Wentian and flew into the sky, crashing into the sea of snow.

"Only when you enter my body can you re-step on the peak of humanity and ascend to the throne again, only I am worthy of being your carrier. ”

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