seven gods

The world is in the picture.

Time is the knife.

The photographer stands outside the picture scroll, splitting the sky and the earth with the time in his hand.

The body of the Blood Ancestor, who came engulfed in waves of blood, was torn into two without hindrance. The pitch-black crack seemed to come from outside the sky, and he couldn't stop it at all.

The pupils of the gods in the painting reveal fear, and their powerful divine power is released to the utmost, trying to break through the shackles of the heaven and earth in this painting.

But it's too slow.

Still too slow.

The carving knife was like flowing water, and instantly split the Buddhist monk's palm and body into two halves, the black marks seemed to be able to swallow all the vitality of thousands of living beings.

The carving knife continued to slash down, towards Empress Dayue's body.

Empress Dayue's pupils showed extreme fear.

She could see the light of the knife cutting towards her, she could see her life was about to wither in the next moment, and she couldn't do anything at all.

Can't hide, can't stop.

This is the power that makes demigod-level existences feel desperate.

With a single slash, the world will die.

But she suddenly heard the violent impact of the world.

It was vibrations again and again, like thunder beating, each time getting stronger and stronger.

In a short period of time, it was stirred countless times, and finally turned into the power to break through the shackles of the world. In the still picture, someone finally moved.

That ray of light and shadow rushed in front of the Great Moon Empress in an instant, and a huge broken sword emerged with the sun, moon and stars, blocking in front of the carving knife.

boom! ! !
Violent collisions burst out streaks of pitch-black lightning.

"Chen Ping...!"

Empress Dayue's delicate body trembled, her beautiful eyes widened.

The man in front of him is Chen Ping, and the broken sword is Feng Tianjian!
The Tianfeng Sword can seal the sky with one sword, and the powerful and heaven-defying Fengtian True Intent instantly enveloped a world along with the celestial light, and then the world twisted and closed.

It's like gathering this picture scroll called heaven and earth in the form of a scroll.

Everyone broke free from that weird world freeze.

Accompanied by the display of Fengtian Divine Ability.

All the constraints imposed by the photographer are gone.

Chen Ping looked at the surprised photographer in front of him, and smiled faintly.

"You cut the world with time..."

"I can seal the universe with one sword."

The photographer used the strange power of time and space to draw the world into the painting, and Chen Ping just happened to be able to seal that weird world with the Heaven Sealing Sword!

"If that's all your power is, then it's a pity..."

"You can lose."

Chen Ping's Duanjian turned and slashed at the photographer in front of him.

Whoa!
The sharp sword, with its unparalleled might, instantly split the photographer's body in half!
The majestic sharpness contained in the sword even split the ocean behind into an abyss, forming an extremely spectacular deep-sea waterfall.

This is the sword that cuts through the doomsday.

Contains endless hope.

Pure white blood spilled all over the sky.

The dark halo behind the photographer then shattered into light particles.

"I lost..."

The photographer looked a little more melancholy.

"Haha... the result is already doomed..."

"When I failed to take pictures with you, I knew the result..."

The photographer's body split in two is still smiling.

The word "9" between his eyebrows slowly dissipated.

The mysterious power of time suddenly broke out centered on him.

rumbling...

The sky and the earth twisted and squeezed like folds again.

The mysterious power released is extremely vast and magnificent, like a vast ocean, allowing people to peep into the changes of the sun and the moon, and the vicissitudes of time, as if just looking at it, they will be deeply trapped in the cycle of time and cannot break free.

Everyone's stature froze again, wrapped in a strange force.

They have never been so powerless as they are now.

Tangtang is a demigod, and all he encounters are some unstoppable powers.

The next moment, at the end of time.

A terrifying figure full of oppression appeared.

That figure pierces the sky, is immortal, and obviously has a substantial physique, but people can't look directly at it. At a glance, they can only see the endless starry sky and the stalwart, and it is impossible to remember what level of existence that figure is.

Many demigods tried their best to look, but they could only see that there seemed to be a "1" divine pattern between the brows of the other party, like a line of sky that opened up the world, like the only power that cut through the ages...

Even if it is a demigod-level figure, the moment he saw that figure.

They all felt their own smallness and helplessness.

The power of time and space disappeared in the next moment.

When everyone looked forward again.

The cameraman has dissipated into particles of energy.

The group of demigods still stood there blankly, not recovering for a long time.

"The enemy we will eventually face..."

"It's him?"

The God of Liberty spoke tremblingly.

The hall master clutched the wound on his broken arm, with a bit of uneasiness and fear in his expression.

The figure he saw, for some reason, always felt more profound and vast than the Holy Master. Is such an enemy really something they can defeat?
"Anyway, we should be considered to have resisted the first wave of doomsday catastrophe now? That existence must be part of the doomsday catastrophe?!" Ye Qianqiu said.

"He once said that he is the Doomsday Sequence Nine..." The Empress of the Moon's eyes darkened slightly, "And the existence we just saw should be the Doomsday Sequence One... It seems that he should represent the first wave of the Doomsday strength."

"Ho ho ho... No... It means that we still have to fight against a doomsday disaster of the level of eight waves?" The blood patriarch's body that was split in half lay in the blood pool, panting violently, and his breath was weak.

Even though his vitality was extremely strong, the move just now almost killed him.

"Amitabha... the benefactor was joking."

The bitter tree monk walked out of a huge lotus of reincarnation, and his body that had been split in two recovered as before, but his vitality was extremely sluggish, as if he had overdrawn a lot of vitality. He raised his vicissitudes of life and looked at the sky.

"How is it that we have to fight against eight waves of doomsday disasters..."

"This is obviously to fight against eight waves of doomsday disasters that are even more terrifying than this wave! Do you think that the existence numbered '1' is the same threat as the photographer numbered '9'? To what extent?"

The words of the bitter tree monk made everyone's hearts sink.

yes……

Just one cameraman almost wiped them out.

What kind of terrifying threat will the next doomsday disaster be?

"And this time we are all together, so we can concentrate our firepower to kill it... If I encounter an enemy of this level alone, I really can't imagine what my end will be..." The hall master was also very pessimistic.

What he said was very realistic. You must know that almost all the peak-level combat power in the awakened world has gathered here, and they still managed to win this battle.

If it weren't for Chen Ping's amazing performance at the last moment, they might even lose several demigods in this battle...

It's scary just thinking about it...

Chen Ping looked at the frustrated big bosses, smiled and shook his head: "But, after all, we have resisted the first wave of doomsday disaster, haven't we?"

The big brothers were startled.

Holding a broken sword in his hand, Chen Ping walked into the battlefield of the monsters with holy patterns, like chopping melons and vegetables, he killed one after another of the monsters with holy patterns.

"At least……"

"We proved with practical actions..."

"The monsters who brought us the doomsday disaster..."

The boy's sword fell, and the sword was so powerful that it crushed hundreds of monsters with holy patterns in an instant.

"Killable!"