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Chapter 644 113. The Day When Torch Frost Blooms

Looking at the scene in front of him, he felt something was not good.

The beam of light from the River Map and the Luo Shu was intercepted, and those who were watching finally stopped watching and were gone.

This was a new face. Yu had seen him before, but this guy was born long after Yu's death. He was not strong and steady enough for Yu. But at this moment, the other party was a complete supreme being after all, and he cut off the light of the River Map and Luo Shu with his throne and rhyme of Tao.

Above the rhyme of Tao, glass-like blades are suspended in it, forming a throne with thousands of blades.

A one-armed humanoid creature sat on the Thousand Blade Throne. His entire body was almost transparent, with a texture similar to white crystal. His one arm was covered with golden armor, and there was a lion relief on his shoulder. It was a transparent blade under his throne that flew out and instantly cut off the cosmic bridge of the River Map and Luo Shu.

The transparent blade was now stuck at Li Xian's feet.

The Supreme Being was not the reason why the demon felt bad, but this place was. The black soil and the hazy black fog were all around. The bridge across the universe was broken, and they did not fall into a certain universe, but fell straight into the black fog outside the universe, and even landed and touched the black soil.

  I'm a bit overwhelmed. Every one of these little things is crazy!

"Ren." He said the name of the person who came out.

The Lord of Swords and Slaughter, He is the most fundamental will of weapons, He is the origin of the concept of weapons reaping lives and in charge of killing. The manifestation of His power is everywhere, and anyone who drinks blood with swords can be His arms.

He is indeed a new supreme being, but his Dao rhyme is too powerful and can make many old guys feel difficult.

The 蠛 was not worried about the celestial being. He had seen the "sword" in the hands of the celestial being. It was not a weapon at all. It had long since departed from the concept of a sword. It was a kind of light. According to the words recorded in some ancient books, this edge was bred from the morning light, no longer had a form, no longer had any constraints, and would only appear where the master's will reached, and obey orders to cut off everything on the path.

The last cause and effect of the mahogany altar was the sharp edge that cut it off.

Li Xi'an pulled out the transparent blade at his feet. The golden flames extended along his palm to the blade. Until the moment the transparent blade was covered with flames, he turned around and threw the knife back.

"Zheng——!"

The creature on the throne stood up and pulled out the transparent blade beside the throne, cutting off the golden light that was shooting towards Him. The golden flames extinguished at His feet, and He sat down from the throne step by step. The Dao rhyme emitted an obscure and solid wave, and cold laughter rang out around Him, the same mocking laughter that was also emitted when the River Map and Luo Shu were broken.

Li Xian spread out his hands and clenched them, and the morning light rose in the misty black fog.

He condensed it in his hand and turned it into a long sword.

"No wonder they all call you Li Xian." Ren said.

"Get out of the way!" Li Xian said coldly. He stood on the black soil and raised his sword towards Qian Ren's throne.

"Raising your sword towards me, your behavior is really interesting." Ren shook his head. "Originally, I was only asked to cut off the cosmic bridge, but you have aroused my interest. I will return with great pleasure. Before that, you must not die."

Ren jumped down from the throne and fell into the black soil. He stood up, his body size was no different from that of an ordinary person.

He held the knife in his backhand, and as He walked, the glass-clear blade rippled with a perfect arc of light.

If one ignores the throne and the aura of Tao above, Ren at this moment is just like an ordinary warrior. His posture like that of an ordinary warrior makes the hair on the neck stand on end.

He holds the knife, and who knows what the blade will eventually cut.

  Li Xi'an took a step forward, his sharpness was no less than that of Supreme Ren!

But at this moment, a warning sounded in his mind.

"It's the second step! This guy took the second step!"

"What do you mean?"

“According to the Supremes, even that ancient giant insect was only at the second step in its prime! Who knew this little thing could take the second step? No, this thing is unbeatable. We have to retreat!”

"He is not as strong as the ones I have seen." "Nonsense, how can the steps of a little thing be compared with those of an old thing? Stop fighting, stop, and walk away! If he recognizes me, we are all finished!"

"not necessarily."

"No, Feathered One, are you serious?"

"I didn't lose." Li Xian said.

The demon was suddenly startled. He had lost his vision of the future for too long and forgot the advantages that the immortal being and the Supreme Being beside him could not achieve.

Zhou Fa, see the future clearly.

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  In the chaotic universe, corpses are everywhere and spikes are growing everywhere.

The supreme will retreated, and the chaos surrounding the universe melted into a group of wriggling tentacles that converged into the stars. The universe was empty, leaving only a ravaged galaxy cluster and a dead ascender.

The incarnation of all things tiptoed towards the corpse of the Ancestral One. His perception would not be wrong. This Ancestral One was very strong. Even if this was the outcome, he should have been able to hurt Wu. However, Wu was not injured and he retreated unscathed.

"Wait, this is..." The incarnation of Wanxiang picked up the broken gun floating next to the corpse. He fiddled with it for a few times and suddenly realized.

"It's a fake artifact. This is not a real artifact. Similar materials were used to engrave the same inscription, but the power has been greatly reduced." The incarnation of Wanxiang frowned. His intuition told him that the matter was not over yet. It clearly had an inscription, so why use inferior materials to create an incomplete artifact?

Many original ancient inscriptions are independent, and it is impossible to use a regular inscription to forge different tools. If the power of this tool is incomplete, then a tool with complete power must have been born.

What on earth are you thinking of, holding a fake weapon to face the Supreme? The incarnation of all things exists only for survival, and he cannot understand what the feathered one does.

However, even though he didn't understand, the incarnation of Wanxiang carefully collected the corpses and weapons of the immortals, and even did not spare the surrounding star ruins that were stained with the aura of Tao.

"Sir, I advise you to let go of this child." Just as the incarnation of all things was busy, a plain female voice sounded behind him.

For a moment, the incarnation of all things seemed to be locked by an invisible force.

He turned around and saw a laurel tree rising from the ruins. A woman in a moon-white gauze dress stared at him indifferently. In her hand was a dark blue longbow carved from the branches and stamens of the laurel tree. In the hollow bow body, a small wooden sculpture of a rabbit looked out of place.

The moonlight is so holy that it stops the universe from moving and everything seems to be still.

The woman was wearing a veil, so her face could not be seen clearly. The moon-white glow swirled gently, emitting waves that were extremely similar to the rhythm of Taoism.

This is a declaration of war.

No wonder the immortal’s weapon was incomplete, because he shouldn’t have come here at all.

The incarnation of all things did not know the entanglement between the immortals. He only knew that the woman's eyes were always filled with sadness.

He spread his hands and poured out the corpses, weapons, and even some of the surrounding garbage he had eaten. Then he bowed to the woman and gradually disappeared into the shadows.

The woman stood under the laurel tree, drawing a bow.

Youlan’s death was implicated, and all kinds of causes and effects emerged in her eyes.

The bone-chilling inscriptions appeared on the bow, and she held it tightly and put an arrow on it. The Avatar of All Forms looked at the arrow and finally understood why the weapon of the previous feathered person was so strange. It was not a pistol at all, but an arrow without feathers.

Without a bow, it is naturally a fake product.

  This is the real owner!

Jiuyou’s death line is on the verge of breaking, and the mighty power that extinguished the Sun Supreme in the past reappears here!