Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

Chapter 445 Fighting in despair

As the two fought against each other, the void here had already been completely distorted.

That silver soul is really terrifying, and the power that permeates it is completely beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Standing here, he seems to be the center of everything in the universe, filled with the aura of eternity.

"Is that all?"

Standing high in the sky, the soul of this silver creature spoke calmly, without seeming to mean anything too painful.

Seeing this scene, the weasel's expression gradually became cautious.

"Your attack is pretty good, but in the end it doesn't do much good."

Shaking his head slightly, he shook his arm slightly.

The surging vitality began to surge out of his wound, but in just a short moment, all the traces on his soul disappeared.

All the gray ash fell off and fell into skin, losing its vitality.

But at the same time, he also forced the weasel into his body, cutting off the power of the soul power, so that he would no longer interfere with his recovery.

After another breath, the silver soul returned to its most perfect state.

The originally chaotic aura has returned to its peak.

His arms and palms were still white and shiny, as clear as jade.

"You will never understand this realm until you have reached a true immortal. Even if you have the magic weapon left by Empress Nuwa, it is difficult for you to control it. You really think that you are also the first emperor of ancient times, using the magic weapon to attack and send out killing moves. How much more? I can easily avoid the most terrifying impact, and no matter how much you use it, it will only lead to a dead end."

"Don't waste so much energy. These treasures will be of great use to me and can give you a happy death."

Standing high in the sky, this soul spoke. Although he was injured in the previous battle, it did not have much effect on him and he did not take it seriously.

Weasel was also a little silent at this time, and he had already noticed the gap between the two. This soul was not at the same level as the one he killed previously.

When he first dealt with that soul, he didn't even use many magic weapons. It was just the original power of the Queen's scroll that easily suppressed and killed it.

But now, he used the most powerful force, even harming his magic weapon, and consumed the precious jade slips as fuel, which only caused some damage to it.

It can't cause much damage at all, let alone kill it.

The souls of the three gods seemed to have realized something. They were calm and indifferent, and gradually approached the front, with deep eyes.

Although they did not take Weasel seriously, they were still very cautious about the paintings of Nuwa Empress.

This is one of the most powerful magic weapons that has been recognized for countless years. It has the power to conquer the heaven and earth. No matter how cautious it is, it is not an exaggeration.

In order to avoid long nights and long dreams, their actions were in tacit understanding. After a brief hesitation, they came out together and acted together to suppress the weasel with the most absolute power and snatch the ancient scroll directly from his hands.

As for how to distribute it between them, that is the next thing.

"Swipe!"

The formation that was put in place after so much painstaking efforts was not of much use, but the weasel's fighting spirit was not wiped out.

Facing the attacks of the three souls, he moved around, tossing and turning, constantly dodging and escaping from their attacks.

On the opposite side, the souls of the three gods sneered.

"Escape, no matter how hard you try to escape, where can you escape to?"

"After all, even if you have the help of magic weapons from the ancient times, are you just this strong?"

"But you still dare to start a war with us, call me a dead immortal, and threaten to send us to death? This is extremely ridiculous."

"When I saw you swearing and coming to us with confidence, I thought you had some powerful power. But in the end, you only used such little tricks. You are really bragging, you ant."

Constant pursuit, constant attack, in the process, the three souls were extremely dull, not paying attention to the weasel in the distance at all.

They kept offering flowers, one after another covering the sky, and crushing down towards the weasel. Basically all their attention was on the scroll of Nuwa Empress.

As long as this can be taken away, there will be nothing on the entire earth that can pose a threat to them.

At that time, the sky will be high enough for fish to leap, and the sea wide enough for birds to fly.

Weasel also clearly saw the thoughts of the three of them. He turned around and left without saying a word, knowing that it was too difficult to fight against the souls of these three gods by himself.

No matter whether they set up formations or use magic weapons to catalyze the power, they could not cause much harm to them.

He must find a suitable way to target it, and he must find a way to attack the soul.

The scroll of Nuwa Empress was dazzling, with surging luster, and various streams of light, mysterious and unpredictable, suddenly erupted in his body.

He turned around quickly, dodged quickly, and matched with the scroll of Nuwa Empress, pushing his speed with all his strength, which instantly pushed his progress to the maximum limit.

Seeing this scene, the souls of the three immortals were very peaceful at first, but after waiting for the weasels to run away from the starlight in the universe, they became a little uneasy.

The universe is so big, even though they have reached the realm of immortals, they can sail thousands of miles in the universe.

But the former also has the picture of Nuwa as its trump card.

Once they rushed into the starry sky, they were really afraid that they might lose the weasel!
After all, with the help of the magic weapon, his movement speed is too fast, like a ray of light, constantly moving and shifting!

The Weasel's movement speed was really too fast. He knew that with his current methods, it was absolutely impossible to compete with it. It was so difficult to fight with just one, let alone the souls of three gods attacking him at once.

While the light was flowing, he was constantly dodging and thinking about strategies to deal with it.

All kinds of terrifying fluctuations seemed to be free of money, sweeping toward him overwhelmingly. During this period, the ancient scrolls of Nuwa Empress also filled the air with the terrifying aura of heaven and earth, constantly nourishing him and giving him endless power. Energy, escape from here, low-level attack, no damage.

But his strength was still too low after all. Even with the help of Nuwa's scroll, the souls of the three immortals also used various methods of their own to lock onto him. Like a maggot attached to a bone, no matter how far he escapes or where he hides, he can always be chased down and found as soon as possible.

"It's useless. You can't escape at all. You are destined to die in this world."

A vast stream of light filled the sky and the earth, and the souls of these three gods kept making moves during the pursuit. Every move was cruel and ruthless, and every move was aimed at the weasel's life.

They didn't hold anything back. The energy and fluctuations emitted by any move could shatter the sky and destroy meteorites if it hit.

Finally, the weasel was forced into a desperate situation. He roared, and with the help of the power of Nuwa's scroll, he activated an ancient altar here, opened a set of splendid passages, and came to a vast ocean, standing on the vast sea. Under the starry sky, I was panting.

But how powerful are the three gods? Although the formation condensed by Nuwa only appeared for a moment, they still remembered it firmly.

They used the same method at high altitude to completely copy and reproduce every detail of this formation. The runes flashed and disappeared, and they were almost exactly the same. After taking a closer look, they quickly deduced that He found the coordinates of the weasel's destination and pursued it.

With a flash of their bodies, these two figures also reached the sky above the ocean.

The blue waves were rolling, and the weasel kept moving forward according to the route in his memory, running the ancient cultivation method, and crazily moving towards certain areas.

He wanted to resonate and find the original Changbai Mountain to suppress these three gods.

He even hoped to bring out the countless terracotta warriors and horses that guarded the ruins of Changbai Mountain.

These terracotta warriors and horses are obviously extraordinary. Each one is like a god and as tall as a mountain.

If they can work together to suppress the three immortal souls, they will obviously have a great chance of winning.

But these things are not subject to his will.

When he came to this area of ​​​​the ocean and looked for Changbai Mountain, he found that this area had changed long ago and there was nothing there. He was almost killed on the spot several times.

Even with the picture of Nuwa, he was still seriously injured and almost died on the spot.

"It's useless. You have already entered the final area and there is no way to escape. Why bother? It is destined to be a dead end."

Above the endless oceans and mountains, the weasel is still desperately searching for the place where Changbai Mountain was based on the records in his memory.

It frantically runs various magical powers, hoping to resonate with Changbai Mountain and find that area.

It's a pity that there is still nothing in the end, it's all in vain.

Even in the process of escaping and running around, he was accidentally hit by the weasel with its tail.

The god trembled on the spot, and his whole body made a crackling sound. He fell to the ground with a loud bang and smashed countless mountains, rivers and lakes.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the souls of the three gods began to shine brightly. They were extremely hot. They all felt it. At this time, the weasel had entered the end of its power. It only needed a little more effort. This thing has existed since ancient times. The ancient magic weapon may fall into their control.

The weasel was in a desperate state and was hit by the souls of these three immortals one after another.

Their methods are really too weird, and many of them are even unheard of by Weasel Sword.

Even with the help of Nuwa's scroll, he couldn't escape at all.

His face began to look ugly. If he continued like this, he was destined to die, and the way of death would definitely be very miserable.

The Qilin's true form, which had been finally condensed, began to flicker again.

He worked hard here, but in the end it didn't have much effect, which made the weasel sigh in his heart.

In this war, I really felt a deep sense of powerlessness. It was at the end of the road. There was no hope. If I had to fight against the souls of three gods with my own strength, there would be no hope of seeing the light of day.

The weasel escaped from this area and fled further away, constantly shuttling and leaving, trying to find the final possibility of victory.

During this process, the three powerful men behind them continued to pursue and fight. Many of their forces were blocked by the scroll of Nuwa Empress.

But even the little aftermath that was not blocked made him tremble all over, vomit blood, and almost died on the road on the spot.

"Keep running for your life. It's very interesting. I really want to see how far you can escape. I like this hunting game. Watching you die in panic like a wild beast."

On the high control, the golden skeleton spoke like this, and below, the weasel spit out a mouthful of blood, and the serious light became more and more determined.

After thinking briefly, he finally decided to go somewhere.

If he didn't have no choice, he really didn't want to come here. His first escape from here was just a matter of luck, but now there is really no other way. If he continues to be entangled like this, he will definitely die. Lose.

"Okay, if you want my life, keep coming. Even if I die, I will drag you to be buried with me. You will experience real despair, terror and helplessness!"

The weasel roared and roared all its life, flying towards the distance like a shooting star.

But at the same time, the weasel felt a little regretful. It was a pity that there were only three gods here, and not all seven gods arrived at the same time.

Otherwise, if that place is special, we might be able to solve them all together.

But now he can no longer care about that much. If these three Holy Spirits are not dealt with quickly, he will only die.

A stream of light spreads a powerful aura of life, constantly traveling across the earth. Its speed is extremely fast, like an afterimage, quickly passing through the mountains.

In the process of escaping, the weasel continued to attack and resist, and at the same time condensed various formations and various runes in the surrounding void.

That place was really too far away, and he could only teleport to that area by relying on these formation runes.

After all, the earth now is far from being as small as it once was. If he wanted to reach that place by his own strength, it would take at least ten days.

And in these ten days, he had already died countless times.

(End of this chapter)