Just when Master Chen was stunned, Wu Quan's voice suddenly sounded!
"Look outside!"
Everyone turned to look out the window. They were startled at first, and then gradually opened their mouths in shock...
A drop of water passed through the air, and suddenly broke into two parts from the center. The fracture was smooth and flat, as if it had been cut by an invisible sword, and then split again in a very short period of time!
Two cuts, four cuts, eight cuts, sixteen cuts...
Everyone just blinked, and a drop of water shattered into a light mist,
Another blink of an eye,
This sea area...has disappeared.
This sea did not disappear, but every drop of water was chopped into mist in an instant!
At the same time, only a few kilometers away from the carriage, three huge K-type gods suddenly paused, and then turned into mist and gradually drifted away like this sea area... The difference is that the mist turned into by the sea area
It is white, and the mist they turn into is blood-colored.
Silent, breathless,
Three restrained gods who were able to crush several major gods were completely wiped out from this world.
Endless white mist shrouded the world, and the carriage moved silently in a certain direction. Outside the carriage, it seemed that there was only boundless emptiness and deathly silence.
"Fa...what happened??"
A member of the [Phoenix] team looked blankly at the mist world outside the window and spoke in confusion.
He closed his eyes and stared at the mist somewhere, and after a long time, he murmured:
"The sword...is it him? Is he out of seclusion?"
"Sword? Where is the sword?" Not only the team member, but also Chen Han, who had been promoted to the human ceiling, frowned and asked.
Guan Zai pointed downwards with a complicated expression:
"We are in this sword..."
…
"This is……"
Seraph Lin Qiye waved his wings and was dazed in the endless mist for a long time before suddenly coming back to his senses and turning his head to look in the direction of Daxia!
"Sword...is the teacher?!"
The three K-type gods that were chasing the carriage had turned into blood mist and dispersed without a trace. The remaining six K-type gods seemed to have been frightened in some way and quickly disappeared into the white mist.
Seraph Lin Qiye did not chase them, but waved his wings and quickly flew upwards.
His figure passed through the atmosphere, but still did not break free from the endless water mist. His height continued to rise until he got rid of the constraints of gravity and reached space, and the floating water mist disappeared.
Seraph Lin Qiye lowered his head and looked down, his eyes slightly shrinking...
On the gray surface of the earth, a sword mark has been deeply imprinted on the ocean. All the sea water on the path of this sword has been chopped into water mist. These mist are like the blood flowing out from the injured ocean, constantly flowing towards the ocean.
space flows,
The end point of this sword mark is the battlefield where the carriage was chased, and the starting point... is the direction of Daxia.
Seraph Lin Qiye looked at the sword marks that cut "Ocean", and his eyes were filled with unprecedented shock. He has never seen such a terrifying scene so far, even when Michael chopped off the moon and fell to the earth.
That sword was not as shocking as the sword in front of me!
A sword stabbed out from Daxia, penetrated thousands of kilometers of nothingness, and fell onto the sea. When the sword fell, the sea shattered into fog!
The entire sea area shattered into fog... What is that concept?
How many times does it take a drop of sea water to be struck before it turns into fog? How many drops of sea water are there in a sea area?
With this thrust of the sword, not to mention obliterating the three restraining gods, even a supreme god of Zeus's level would probably have no chance of surviving.
Seraph Lin Qiye stared blankly in the direction of Da Xia. After a moment, his eyes gradually lit up.
"Teacher...are you already so powerful?"
…
Summer.
On the edge of the lonely and desolate desert, a sword house stands on the empty land.
In this land, there is no wind, no life, no vegetation, only the sword energy condensed into substance, floating in the dead air.
Inside Jianlu,
A figure in a black shirt sat calmly cross-legged on the ground.
He made a sword finger with his right hand and pointed in a certain direction in the void. On the corresponding wall, a small hole as thick as two fingers was emitting a faint smoke.
"How is it?" Monk Fate stood beside him and asked in a deep voice.
"Killed three."
"Are they safe?"
"Um."
"That's good...thank you Sword Immortal." Monk Fate said respectfully.
Zhou Ping was about to say something when his eyes suddenly froze. He lowered his head and looked at his palm. Fine dark red cracks appeared on the back of his hand and slowly spread towards the arm in the sleeve...
A wisp of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"What are you..." Monk Fate frowned. He looked at the cracks all over Zhou Ping's palm, as if he thought of something.
Zhou Ping shook his head: "It's nothing, you can leave first... When Lin Qiye comes back, let him come and see me."
The fateful monk hesitated for a moment and nodded:
"good."
As the fateful monk left, Jianlu fell into deathly silence again.
Zhou Ping looked at his leaving figure and sighed helplessly... His eyes slowly closed, and he sat alone in the center of the sword house, motionless as if in trance.
…
The Asylum of the Gods.
An Qingyu stood in this completely unfamiliar land, frowning slightly,
"I see... Is this why you brought me here?"
"You have too many methods. I can't think of any other method that can trap you except here." Lin Qiye waved his hand gently, and the two of them flashed and arrived in the empty courtyard.
He raised his hand and pointed to the last ward on the second floor of the hospital building: "This last empty ward is specially reserved for you."
An Qingyu looked around, there wasn't much emotion on his face, he just spoke thoughtfully,
"Is the Mental Hospital of the Gods...Is this the secret that belonged to you back then? Your identity as the agent of the gods, and the constant stream of summons, do they all come from here?"
"That's right."
At this point, Lin Qiye no longer needed to hide the secrets of the past.
"Are you sure you can trap me here?" An Qingyu asked.
Lin Qiye frowned and looked at him, as if he wanted to see some emotional fluctuations in those gray eyes, whether it was disdain, fear, worry, anger...but there was no such thing in his eyes.
An Qingyu gave him the impression that he was a detached person who knew everything and could see through the mortal world, like a combination of Merlin and the fateful monk.
The Anqing fish in this state is the most terrifying.
Lin Qiye was about to say something when a frivolous voice suddenly sounded from the hospital building:
"Hey~ Isn't this our [Door Key]? What? Are you here for vacation too?"
[Chaos] put his hands on the railing of the corridor, overlooking the courtyard below, baring his big white teeth and smiling casually.