A palm came out, shattering the void, and the giant palms scattered towards the back, and there were loud bangs everywhere.
In a daze, they saw a hand protruding from the figures. In the blink of an eye, the palm disappeared again.
Perhaps, they had never seen it before. What they saw was just a gust of wind, as the hundreds of giant palms fell one after another, causing chaos in the void, and the hundreds of giant palms collided together.
Each giant palm has the power to destroy the sky, and the power it generates can naturally shatter other palms.
The giant palm shattered, and its power should have remained. But it was like a breeze, lingering around everyone without making any movement.
The breeze rotated on its own, and when it drifted behind, it started to surge again. The breeze turned into a violent wind, and it was so violent that even the great power of destruction could be shaken down.
What kind of wind is this that can shake the mighty power of destruction?
The powerful men were shocked. This was definitely not an illusion. They really saw a palm protruding from the body with closed eyes.
Some ghosts and gods took action again, wanting to find out what was going on, but the others evaded. They all stared wide-eyed, wanting to see the truth clearly.
Their eyes widened, and the next moment they held their breath, their minds were shocked.
This is not an illusion, that hand appears again!
Just reaching out, just touching it gently, the huge palm with shocking power instantly disintegrated and disintegrated into the breeze. It didn't touch the body of the man at all, and all of them retreated. When they got to the nearby ghost and god, they took action.
, there was a huge wave of worship, which shocked him far away.
People were stunned. This palm came so suddenly, it could be said to be a flash in the pan.
They didn't find any figure, nor did they feel any fluctuations in aura.
So, where did this hand come from?
The previous wind has not completely dissipated, and the black mist is rising and falling on the bodies of the ghosts and gods.
"Someone is really blocking us!" A ghost said solemnly, suppressing his composure, but in his heart he was filled with fear.
"Could it be that the powerful human race in this world has taken action?" Someone asked in confusion.
In the nearly thousand years of war, it has been a battle between the gods and the strong ones from outside the world. The powerful human race has never taken action. This may be a special order from God, or it may be that they are indifferent by nature and have nothing to do with foreign races.
For the strong people outside the world, the energy and blood of the human monks are far less powerful than that of the gods. More importantly, the human race has two of the strongest men, so the strong people outside the world have never taken action against the human race.
However, even if the great power of human race annihilation takes action at this moment, it will not be erased in such a simple description. Instead, it will be affected more strongly.
Who could, in one fell swoop, sweep away his full force blow? Who could wipe out their combined blow with just one hand?
Even if God and Banzu join forces, they cannot do this.
Although that level is above the realm of destruction, it cannot easily wipe out all the ghosts and gods' combined attacks.
At this moment, everyone no longer dares to take action at will, and is very afraid. If you can easily erase the shocking force, you can easily suppress them. Just like the ghost-faced man who appeared back then.
It's just that the ghost-faced man spread an extremely evil aura. It even surpassed that of the Ten Generals. But the aura at this moment was like a spring breeze. Although the subsequent wind was very strong and made their bodies sway, their whole bodies were still refreshed.
This is definitely not the ghost-faced man.
Some people still focused on the stone statue sitting on the back of the white tiger.
They found something unusual!
As the pages of the book in the statue's hand turned rapidly, and as the long rainbows continued to flood the sky and the earth, there were more and more cracks on the face, revealing smooth skin on the face.
It was broken like an eggshell, revealing a smooth face. There was an eye there, revealing sadness, with tears forming a line, drop by drop.
People seemed to hear a whisper.
"Master......"
There were more and more cracks, and they spread all over the body in an instant. At this moment, a loud roar came from the sky and the earth. A little red light burst out from the stone statue, showing the flames of heaven and earth.
A red bird divine shadow descended from the nine heavens to the world, and landed behind the sculpture, as if it had turned into a guardian.
At this moment, the whole world was shocked. The two old men in the Holy Mountain suddenly shrank their pupils, showing shock.
Both of them are extremely powerful, and few things in the world can shock them so much.
"This is...the fire of the Suzaku...the symbol of the Four Spirits. Who...is this person!!!"
Whether it was a strong person from outside the world or a powerful human race in this world, they all started to breathe quickly.
The appearance of the Suzaku mythical beast represents the return of the four spirits. People feel that a majestic event appears in an extremely distant place.
That was the edge of the seven realms of God's Domain, and there was chaos there. However, at this moment, white mist was billowing, as if another realm was about to open.
There was another cracking sound that resounded throughout the heaven and earth, and then there was another dragon roar.
"How is it possible... the appearance of Suzaku... can mean that this person is the Holy God Suzaku. And why do dragon roars sound one after another?"
God was greatly shocked. When he raised his head, he saw another phantom slowly taking shape.
"This is... the Holy Spirit of Xuanwu..."
There are three sides in the sky and the earth, and the tide rises and falls, and then one side continues.
There was a faint sigh, which was suddenly recalled in the world.
There is an area of heaven and earth, the sky is bright red, and red plum blossoms bloom in a single thought, extending to a huge stone statue.
Countless flying sand collapsed on the statue of the man, and as it moved around, a streak of white clothes and white hair was revealed.
"I once heard someone say in a dream that when March comes, the plum blossoms on the mountains will bloom in the morning breeze. On the slopes of the surrounding mountains, the plum blossoms on the trees are as white as snow."
"I once wanted to wait and see that this scene was not caused by the heaven and earth descending on their own, but by relying on the seeds of all things to thrive and turn around again and again."
"It's just that what you want is not achieved. No matter it was then or now, I have never really seen that storm."
"I'm asking myself, can I see it now?"
"I know that even if I can really see the changes in the world, it won't be the same bloom as back then. But, I still want to see it."
"See, the plum blossoms they say are like snow."
The plum blossoms were like snow, but they were completely opposite. What he saw was that the plum blossoms were like blood.
This blood has penetrated countless feet into the earth. Even if it takes countless years, it will not fade away.
People saw the man in white standing there motionless, just looking at the red house with his hands behind his back.
A sigh.
"What I see, hear, and listen to is the scenery of this world and the view of all living beings!"
"I set this up to watch the library for this place!"
The white-haired man slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again with a soft cry.
This is not what he saw with his own eyes. It is the accumulation of time that has accumulated over countless thousands of years in this world.
He stretched out his hand and softly uttered one word. In the distance, Changhong suddenly appeared.
There was a pen drawn in the sky from a distance, and it fell gently into his hand. With a light stroke, he described the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, wishing to become them in ink.