On the grassland tens of thousands of miles away from Fangyu, the world seemed to have been squeezed together.
The terrifying pressure made all creatures on the grassland crushed and died!
Various gravels hang in the air, constantly shattering and condensing, and then shattering.
And the center of pressure hits the center of the grassland!
The immortals who cross the north spread their arms, like a god descending, standing in a high altitude.
The sky has become drizzling and turbid, and it looks like the end of the world.
The shield released from the body of the immortal Nanxun snapped, shattering one layer and condensed another layer again.
And Yuan Yu... has no idea where to end.
Only at the center of the pressure, Wang Fan's true body is constantly shattering.
The art of destruction... This is also an immortal technique!
Moreover, this is a super-large-scale indiscriminate offensive technique!
If released within a small and medium-sized race, it can almost be exterminated in an instant!
This is an extremely terrifying immortal technique!
Wang Fan looked solemn.
Even among the thousands of magical shadow techniques, he felt tremendous pressure.
However, it has not reached its limit.
Thousands of divine shadows...of course there is a limit.
However, what is his limit... no one except himself knows!
Now, the competition is endurance.
No immortal technique can be released infinitely, and thousands of divine shadows are like this... so is the art of destruction!
Such a powerful immortal technique is impossible to maintain for a long time.
There must be a moment when you have to stop!
Therefore, now it is about consumption!
See who can last longer!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Wang Fan's true body was crushed one by one.
The immortal Beidu spread his arms and released a huge amount of immortal power, which continued to increase the pressure between heaven and earth.
Immortal Technique vs. Immortal Technique!
This is the ultimate collision!
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Lingfan tribe, Zhixin Pavilion, and the top floor of the tower.
The phantom of the Pavilion Master is still in its original position.
And he had already slapped the light curtain in front of him.
The performance of Cantian and Dizang in front of Fang Yu... is not on the same level as what he expected.
He spent a lot of energy to cultivate two creatures that absorbed the characteristics of the gods and demons... they were so easily defeated by Fang Yu!
There is not even a trace of strength to fight back!
The most important thing is... this battle did not bring any useful information to Zhixin Pavilion!
One of the abilities Zhixin Pavilion is its best at is its analytical strength.
This time, Cantian and Dizang were released to deal with Fang Yu, and one of them was the target... and wanted to obtain Fang Yu's specific strength information through battle.
But unexpectedly, Cantian and Dizang were completely tortured.
In this way, it is still impossible to infer Fang Yu's upper limit.
Only by starting from the estimated strength of Cantian and Dizang themselves, Fang Yu's lower limit can be inferred...
Such a strength analysis does not have real meaning.
"Peace Master, according to the analysis of the forty-eight staff, Fang Yu's strength is lower than the peak of the Seven Finger Open Source, the upper limit... cannot be predicted." A man wearing a green robe and cloak appeared in front of the Pavilion Master and said slowly.
"I understand." The Pavilion Master waved his hand and signaled the subordinate to leave.
"Swoosh!"
This subordinate disappeared directly.
The phantom of the Pavilion Master stood up and walked back and forth in the hall.
"Fang Yu, the human race that ascended from the lowest level, mastered the aura of the gods and demons, and had extremely powerful strength..." The pavilion master pondered.