Chapter 173: The Great Desolation Formation, Cut the Blind King!
puff!
With a soft sound, Su Qinian swung his sword, and the sacred iron chain that bound the old saint was cut off silently like tofu.
The old saint was stunned. He couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at the life-breaking knife in Su Qinian's hand. Could it be a supreme king's weapon?
"Walk!"
Su Qinian shouted low, and a path of time appeared as he stepped, pulling the old saint, Ao Zhan and Liu Qingchan to the shore of the Ancestor Lake in the blink of an eye.
boom!
The next moment, thousands of light auras erupted on the Ancestral Lake, like thousands of nodes, and like thousands of real dragons coming out of the abyss, countless light patterns emerged in the void, attracting the power of light, like stars scattered across the sky,
A brilliant array was drawn.
"Desolate Great Formation!"
On the Ancestral Lake, the dark red eyes like mountains were startled. The formation almost covered the entire Ancestral Lake, like a starry sky. The light aura condensed at this moment was like thousands of bright suns rising at the same time. It was dazzling.
The light and heat evaporated large areas of the lake water, and also caused the death of a large number of blood fetuses and pregnant blood spiritual creatures at the bottom of the lake.
"You dare!"
Almost in an instant, the would-be king of the blood clan became furious. One after another, illusory blood-colored stars appeared on the Ancestral Lake, slowly rotating, and the aura of order washed down like a vast ocean bursting its banks.
Rumble!
The terrifying majestic energy is like a bloody starry sky collapsing, and the formation formed on the Ancestral Lake is another bright starry sky.
This is the collision of two starry skies.
Boom!
It was as if the heavenly bell was tolled, dazzling light burst out, and countless stars were disillusioned. However, the void of the Ancestral Lake was stronger than divine gold, and the sea of murderous energy was surging. Every ray was enough to scare the saints, but they all collapsed.
Shattered into nothingness.
The shore of Ancestral Lake.
Ao Zhan snorted coldly, looking at the void formation that was gradually dimmed by the big bloody star. If it weren't for the lack of time and the shortage of formation materials, he would still be able to complete a few more points of this desolate formation. Unless it was
A truly perfect supreme figure, even a quasi-king, will lose his skin even if he doesn't die.
Su Qinian looked back and slowly raised his life-threatening knife.
"what are you up to!"
The old saint was startled. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a ray of sword light rushing up. It was not very fierce. It was as if he could hear the sound of time and water flowing, bringing the wind on the long river of time and space.
Even though his bloodline was contaminated, his life level did not fall. He was able to be imprisoned in the Ancestral Lake. The old saint once amazed all the saints a thousand years ago. He was an extremely strong man. His willpower has even improved during these thousand years of training.
He has already reached the peak of reincarnation, and his body possesses the meaning of partial transcendence.
But now he felt palpitations, because in Su Qinian's body, invisible edges like glass surged. What did he see? The immortal will bloomed between his eyebrows. Although it had not yet completely solidified, it still shocked his inner world.
They all shook violently.
Above the sky.
The dark red eyes like mountains are cold, looking at the incomplete desolate great formation being gradually stagnated and not functioning smoothly, the stars are disillusioned, and the light dissipates. This is the Ancestral Lake, and only the dark blood path will last forever.
"No one can escape!"
A majestic and cold voice sounded, and the blood-colored starry sky rotated, almost condensing into substance, as if it was about to be born from nothingness, the sinister and overbearing mighty force suppressed, and on the Ancestral Lake, the incomplete desolate great array of light patterns shattered, and finally could no longer hold up.
Live, collapse suddenly.
At the moment when the formation collapsed, a ray of sword light reflected in those dark red blood eyes without any warning.
It is difficult to describe the splendor of this sword, which seems to have stunned time and penetrated the darkness. It wants to present all the beauty in the world to the world, dissolve the killing, and burn the blood and haze.
The bloody starry sky is stagnant.
The dark red eyes like mountains were frozen, maybe for an instant, maybe for ten thousand years.
puff!
There was a soft sound, accompanied by a torrential rain of blood, and the whole world seemed to finally resume operation at this moment.
Rumble!
Blood splashed everywhere on the Ancestral Lake, and the dark blood channels boiled, as if it was completely caught in a riot.
"ah!"
There were screams from high in the sky, deafening and furious, streaks of blood-colored lightning crossed the sky, thicker than mountains, the aura of order surged, and the terrifying and chaotic pressure enveloped the entire Ancestral Lake.
The old saint was breathing hard and was dumbfounded. Looking at the blood-red eyes like mountains, a ray of knife marks cut through the pupils, as if the sky and the earth were separated, and the entire scarlet sky was split.
There is no doubt that this is a terrifying strong man, standing in the realm of quasi-king. He has even gone very far in this field and started to cross the third level of heaven. The manifestation of the bloody starry sky is the final
Good confirmation.
But now, such a quasi-king of the blood clan was blinded by a knife. The person who struck the knife was not a strong man of the same generation, but a young junior who had never even truly entered the holy realm.
"I……"
The old saint was speechless. Even a young descendant of another clan found it difficult for him to accept it. He had never heard of it before that someone in the realm of Kaitian could hurt a quasi-king. This was simply more unbelievable than a legend. It could be called
It's a myth.
What is a myth is usually untrue, or even derived from imagination. Now the old saint feels that what he sees is not real, but he hopes from the bottom of his heart that all this is true. For many years
, the human race’s difficult survival and struggle relies on countless sages to turn the impossible into possible, turn myths into legends, and turn legends into reality...
"We'll come back later."
Su Qinian put away his sword and entered the divine court. His tone was calm but revealed an unquestionable firmness.
"Next time, overturn this sea!"
Ao Zhan also nodded heavily. This kind of opportunity is too rare, and it is a pity. After all, they have never evolved to a high point. There are too many strong people here, especially outside the Ancestral Lake. Once those supreme figures are alerted, they want to leave.
It's also difficult.
Buzz!
As Su Qinian and the other three moved their martial seals, the rotating black hole vortex reappeared, swallowing the four of them and disappearing.
Boom!
Almost at the same moment, a bloody spear, like a pillar falling from the sky, suddenly pierced the void.
The Supreme Qi Machine burst out, the stars emerged, and the entire Ancestral Lake set off huge waves. The blood-colored spear tips pierced into the dark shadow inch by inch, trying to submerge themselves into the rotating whirlpool.
In a black hole.
On the road of time, Ao Zhan's expression suddenly changed. Seeing the whirlpool in front of him twisting violently, a penetrating and terrifying energy loomed, which made his body feel cold and he couldn't help but tremble.
Wow!
There was another sound of rushing waves, and silently, a hole opened in the inner wall of the black hole, and clear river water rushed out, and the river wind roared, which actually gave Su Qinian and the others an illusion before their eyes. There seemed to be three people in the river.
Thousands of worlds are born, and in an instant, three thousand worlds are destroyed, and the cycle begins again and again, endless reincarnation.