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Chapter 722 191. He is the New God

The black sea and the slender gods under the full moon.

Li Xi'an knew what he was facing.

The sublimity of all things, countless timelines, countless universes, the three-step other shore that no supreme being in the world has ever reached. The sea water continued to hit the Taixu Divine Throne, the waves engulfed one world after another, and the black fog spread along the tide. Li Xian could even see the black sand washed up on the Taixu Divine Throne by the sea water.

This is matter outside the universe.

At this moment, the Supreme Honor seemed to have become the master of the black fog. He drove the black fog to cover the sky and the sun, and enslaved the actions of the pale creatures in order to swallow up the void.

  Is swallowing Taixu intended to obtain nutrients for growth?

Or maybe Supreme Rong himself has a deep connection with the black fog, and this trip is to help Dayuan devour Taixu.

Li Xian stopped thinking about it, because the boundless apostles of the Great Source had broken through the defense line of the throne of God. He picked up his weapon and stepped into the center of the vortex. His golden body was shining, and his arms full of power exerted force, dancing with the morning and dusk. The creature hidden in the black sea water pounced on Li Xian's blade regardless of life and death, and flesh and blood flew everywhere, and pale scales and thick black blood splashed everywhere.

Li Xian was too strong. Even if he was stripped of the authority of the Time Honored Position, he was still an enlightened being with an immortal golden body and an immortal master who mastered the Five Elements. He stepped into the sea, and the sea moved away from him, exposing the black sand seabed. His waving swords stirred up strange phenomena in the world.

His figure became smaller and smaller as he went deeper into the sea of ​​suffering, away from the Taixu Divine Throne, the only place that could be called a barrier. Now that Taixu was submerged in the sea of ​​suffering, it was hard to say whether any place had surfaced.

Li Xian glanced at the cosmic tree in the distance, knowing that he didn't have much time. He had to quickly kill the noble new god and return to the original universe. There was no one around here, neither Black Kirin nor Zhu Jiuyin were there. When he looked up, he saw filth and seawater rushing towards him. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and no longer had to hide his thoughts.

Although he is just pretending to be in a high position, he can still be used. Li Xian is very skilled at waiting and seeing the future.

Frankly speaking, he can see and calculate what the future will be like. Just because no one hates him now doesn't mean there won't be any hatred in the future. He has calculated against many people. Even if Yun Zhongjun is a trinity on the chessboard, and even if all things are resurrected, he is still the chess player, albeit a little embarrassed.

He lied to Lao Ma. He actually saw Yun Zhongjun's Trinity. Not only that, he also had a glimpse of the black ocean under the white moon, and the same will be true in the more distant future.

Until now, he is guiding this space and time towards the future he needs.

For this he can sacrifice many lives, regardless of the cost.

He was indifferent to death, including his own.

The sixteen-winged god at the end of the sea was getting closer and closer. It was not that he was moving, but Li Xian was fighting his way through the siege and walking straight towards him. The Supreme Glory seemed tall and sacred, but his weakness was his essence. He was just a newborn, a child who embraced the world again. Even the gods in the past could easily be strangled to death in their cradles.

The tide rushed towards Li Xian, just like hitting an invisible high wall. The seawater where he was had long been evaporated, and the swinging Dusk Sword and Dawn Sword formed an inviolable area, even the omnipresent filth found it difficult to penetrate.

The cosmic law was released to the extreme, and Li Xian's five senses were expanded to a terrifying degree, and even the movements of the god became slow motion. He spun his two swords, and the arcs of gold, jade and red iron closed all the space that could approach him. Time was also locked, and time was stagnant to the point that he could catch the traces of the flow of the Tao rhyme with his naked eyes.

The material of Xijian, the Immaculate Kunlun Jade, played its greatest advantage at this moment. If it were a weapon made of other materials, even the best inscriptions on it would have been corroded by the filth. But Li Xi'an went deep into the tide of filth and killed countless filth. The blade of Xijian was still as clear as water. The trajectory of cutting the tendons was like the sword showing off its wonderful dance skills to Li Xi'an. The Hunjian took on the posture of a bloody dragon, and every rotation was like a giant dragon roaring. In this breakout action, the Hunjian opened up a safe area for Li Xi'an. After being returned by Yinglong, the small space realm of Jueling Juefa forcibly tore through the huge waves of filth. Once the pale matter tried to climb along the blade, the space realm would instantly wipe it out.

In the wild dance of the sword, the filth collided with the blade and became a blood rain that sprinkled on the black sand.

He was like a sharp blade cutting through the endless ocean waves, moving against the raging tide until he reached the supreme throne of the gods.

Facing the meat grinder-like Lixian filth creatures, they are never afraid. Their numbers are endless and they cannot be killed. They have no ability to think and only stare at the prey in front of them and tear it into pieces. So no matter how many filth creatures turn into blood rain in front of the dancing sword, they will only pounce on them again.

But when Li Xian stepped into the realm of Supreme Honor, they retreated, forming a perfect arc with the position of Supreme Honor standing. The filth hovered outside this arc, shrinking timidly and no longer moving forward. The surging tide did not attack here. Li Xian took a light sniff, and the wind in the realm was sweet, as if he had come to a ripe orchard.

The god with sixteen wings stood there motionless, with a glow rotating on his translucent thin wings. Even when Li Xian approached, he ignored him.

Until Li Xian thrust the last sword of time into His chest, He still did not move at all, as if He had become a statue. It was so easy that Li Xian found it incredible.

Li Xi'an noticed the numerous festering wounds on Supreme Rong's body. These scars should not appear on a Supreme who symbolizes life. Newborns should be perfect. As the Sword of Time sank into Supreme Rong's body, the festering wounds seemed to be activated and began to continuously erode Supreme Rong's body. The roots of the thin wings that flowed with endless glow festered, broke, and smashed into the black sea.

Li Xi'an stepped back slowly.

He saw himself killing Supreme Honor, but he didn't expect it to happen like this.

Everything happened too fast.

This is probably not a new god at all, but the old god who died in the battle of Kyushu. Everything about him comes from the past, not a new life. The sixteen pairs of transparent thin wings fester and break one by one, and the slender and perfect half of his body quickly dries up. He gradually withers under the pale full moon, and through the drooping green sky, Li Xian can feel the gaze.

Rong looked at him calmly and gently.

He lost his flesh and blood and his sacredness, becoming a shriveled skeleton. He slowly knelt on the ground and bowed his head weakly, as if he was praying. Li Xian stood right in front of him.

But the Supreme Honor will not pray to him.

Li Xi'an turned his head and his eyes extended straight to the Taixu Divine Throne that had turned into a pitch-black hall. The torches in front of the pitch-black door were lit, and the entire hall took on a pyramid structure. From bottom to top, unknown words were lit up.

At the end of the sea of ​​suffering, the tide surged again, the filthy creatures roared, and swam around this invisible area. Countless huge shadows were approaching. Li Xian felt the power of these filthy creatures, but they still did not dare to step into this area.

  The Supreme Honor has died, and His realm should have passed away. What is the filth afraid of? What is it afraid of?

A sweet taste suddenly rushed out of Li Xian's throat.

He lowered his head and found that his golden body had disappeared at some point and he was now wearing a pure white robe.