seven gods

Countless people began to feel their scalps go numb.

Even Chen Ping felt a chill in his heart.

what happened?

Why are these holy monsters resurrected in an instant?

After finally erasing most of the monsters with holy patterns, the cameraman burned a photo, and these monsters with long-disappeared holy patterns reappeared in front of everyone...

Isn't such a terrifying and strange scene really a hallucination? !
What level of power does this photographer possess?

Everything that happened in front of them has surpassed the cognition of the awakened people.

All the demigods didn't know what level of power this was, and many demigods showed astonishment or even shock.

This is true for demigods, let alone other awakened ones.

Many of those Awakened who finally saw hope had their legs go limp, and some even sat on the ground paralyzed, their expressions full of despair.

"Why are you alive again?"

"Why are they alive again!?"

You must know that many national representative-level awakened people have fallen in this battle. They paid the price in blood. As a result, all the enemies were resurrected with full blood, but their dead died forever. How can this battle be? hit?
Everyone is in absolute pessimism and panic.

And the densely packed monsters with holy patterns, already with piercing smiles, rushed towards the crowd again, with an aura that they would not stop until they killed all the awakened ones.

At this time, a loud voice appeared again.

"Qingming and Eight-Winged Black God stabilize the monster battlefield! The rest of the demigods, join me in attacking and kill the photographer first!"

Chen Ping's voice resounded throughout the audience.

Let everyone's minds startled.

Yes, even if the enemy has the possibility of infinite resurrection, the core is always the photographer.

As long as the photographer is killed, the photographer will not be able to resurrect these monsters!
Although the photographer is difficult to kill, there is still hope for many demigods to join forces.

Chen Ping only allowed the demigod who was suitable for clearing up the minions to stabilize the battlefield of thousands of holy monsters, and the other demigods all shot at the photographer with all their strength!
Ye Qianqiu's sword light split the sky, and the superb sword light slashed at the photographer again and again. The photographer held a carving knife to block. Seeing Ye Qianqiu's flaws, he slashed Ye Qianqiu's body several times in a row.

The Queen of the Moon and the God of Liberty attacked from both sides, trying to besiege the photographer.

The photographer's figure changes rapidly and flashes non-stop.

His nimble and weird body skills allowed him to avoid the siege time and time again.

Rumble!
An angry wave of blood rolled in from the sky.

The photographer raised his hand and chopped, and the blood wave split from the middle.

The Blood Ancestor was entwined with blood-colored divine light, surrounded by hundreds of millions of vampires, and his big hand, which contained the power of death and silence, slammed towards the photographer's head.

The photographer's knife was even faster, cutting down like light in an instant, and the blood ancestor was caught off guard, splitting the blood ancestor's body in half!
Red and bloody blood blooms.

Everyone was surprised.

But something even more surprising happened.

The blood ancestor's body that was split in half, with one hand on the left and the other on the right, held the photographer's arm, and at the same time his head that was split in half showed a smile.

"Hehehe... I caught you..."

The Blood Ancestor smiled triumphantly.

"Fire at me!!"

The blood ancestor laughed cruelly and roared.

At this time, four demigods rushed towards the photographer at the same time.

Massive amounts of divine energy smashed down the sky and covered the ground.

kill! ! !

Relying on the heaven-defying vitality of the Blood Ancestor, facing the violent bombardment of the four demigods, only the photographer will fall.

This is the extremely critical killing opportunity they seized.

But the next moment.

The Blood Ancestor found himself grabbing air.

The photographer in front of him actually disappeared in place.

Blood ancestor:? ? ?

What's going on, I've clearly caught him, I've clearly controlled him tightly...

The Blood Ancestor watched the extremely terrifying supernatural power approaching him.

Fake!

Boom boom boom!
God of terror can explode.

The earth shook and the mountains shook, as if the world was being destroyed.

The entire island collapsed for dozens of miles!

The blood ancestor was smashed to pieces by the demigods.

The photographer appeared in a distant location out of thin air.

The smile was playful, as if watching a group of clowns perform.

His existence itself gave people a kind of unfathomable despair.

Many people were heartbroken and desperate when they saw this scene.

But at this time.

Whoosh!
A fairy knife suddenly pierced his heart from behind!

This fairy knife had been lying in ambush in the void for a long time, and it had been prepared for a long time. The moment he appeared, it exploded with extreme speed and pierced into the cameraman's body like a ray of fairy light.

The milky white blood that popped out of the heart kept flowing and dripping.

The cameraman looked at the young man in the distance in disbelief.

The boy was looking at him coldly.

The shooter was Chen Ping!
"Your ability...is not space teleportation."

Chen Ping opened his mouth and revealed the most crucial information.

"Every time you teleport, the location you appear in is the location you have been to... This should be regarded as a kind of time-space reset..."

"Just like those holy monsters, they are all resurrected through time and space reset."

The young man's voice made the photographer's expression a bit more dignified and embarrassed for the first time: "But you, how would you know where I appeared..."

"It's very simple, I have a lot of fairy knives." Chen Ping grinned, "Record the space where you have appeared in the trajectory, and then combine the situation on the spot to speculate that you may choose to reset many locations..."

"And combined with these dozens of teleportation, the further forward the reset time and space, the more difficult it is for you, so the time and space you reset are all time and space that you have experienced in a relatively short period of time... So, teleport The space range is easy to find..."

Chen Ping smiled.

The photographer looked at the young man squarely again: "It's really not easy... You have seen so many things in such a short period of time. I underestimated you..."

At this time, the rest of the immortal knives were already arrayed against the photographer.

"It turned out to be a reset of time and space. No wonder the Blood Ancestor caught him, or he escaped. Simple space teleportation is impossible..."

Many demigods changed their expressions, and had new ideas on how to besiege the photographer.

Time-space reset is trickier, but not without a solution.

The core point is that the photographer's injury will not recover with the reset of time and space, which means that this is not a real reset of time and space, at least not the same as the reset of time and space of the monster with the holy pattern.

Whoosh whoosh!
Eight Immortal Lights slashed towards them with fatal murderous intent.

The fairy knife in the photographer's body burst out with terrifying power, trying to smash all the vitality in the photographer's body.

The photographer frowned, and the engraving of "Nine" on the center of the brow kept moving.

In an instant, he disappeared in place again.

Only a blood-stained fairy knife still appeared in place.

The next moment, the photographer appeared from somewhere, with a bloody hole in his heart. He raised his head and suddenly felt that a crisis was coming.

"It's up to you!"

Ye Qianqiu laughed loudly, piercing Tianxiao with a sword, blooming endless cold light.

The photographer's face turned pale, and the moment the sword energy tore his forehead, his figure disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared in the sky.

Suddenly, a thick holy light crashed down from the sky!

The photographer's figure was hit by the terrifying energy and fell to the ground suddenly.

When the master of the Holy Light Hall wants to directly suppress it on the ground.

The photographer appeared in an extremely remote location.

However, before he could take any action, countless hell Shura arms stretched out from the ground, grabbing the photographer's thigh tightly.

"Amitabha……"

"Where is the evildoer going?!!"

The bitter tree monk folded his palms together, and Vajra glared.

For the first time, the photographer's expression was not calm.

These demigods have blocked all his paths!