Countless people started experiencing numbness in their scalps.
Even Chen Ping felt a chill in his heart.
what happened?
Why were these holy pattern monsters resurrected instantly?
After finally erasing most of the holy pattern monsters, the cameraman burned a photo, and these long-dead holy pattern monsters reappeared in front of everyone...
Is such a terrifying and strange sight really not an illusion?!
What level of power does this photographer possess?
Everything that happened in front of them has surpassed the cognition of all the awakened people.
None of the demigods knew what level of power this was, and many demigods looked surprised or even horrified.
This is true for demigods, let alone other awakened beings.
Many of those awakened people who finally saw hope had their legs weak, and some even slumped down on the ground, their expressions filled with despair.
"Why are you alive again?"
"Why are they alive again!?"
You must know that many national representative awakened people have fallen in this battle. They paid the price with blood. As a result, the enemies were all resurrected with full health, but their dead people died forever. How can this battle be carried out?
beat?
Everyone was in absolute pessimism and panic.
And the densely packed monsters with holy patterns, already with a charming smile, pounced on everyone again, with an aura that they would not give up until they killed all the awakened ones.
At this time, a loud voice appeared again.
"Qingming and the Eight-Winged Black God stabilize the monster battlefield! The other demigods, join me and kill the photographer first!"
Chen Ping's voice echoed throughout the audience.
It shocked everyone.
Yes, even if the enemy has infinite resurrection, the core is always the photographer.
As long as the photographer is killed, the photographer will not be able to resurrect these monsters!
Although the photographer is difficult to kill, there is still hope if many demigods join forces.
Chen Ping only let the demigods suitable for cleaning up the minions to stabilize the battlefield of thousands of holy monsters, while the other demigods attacked the photographer with all their strength!
Ye Qianqiu's sword light crackled the sky and the earth, and the superb sword light struck the photographer again and again. The photographer held a carving knife to block, and the slashes he made were in line with the road. The power was not weaker than Ye Qianqiu's sword slash, even
After understanding Ye Qianqiu's flaw, he hit Ye Qianqiu's body several times in a row.
The Empress of the Big Moon and the God of Liberty attacked from both sides, trying to surround the photographer.
The photographer's figure changes rapidly and flashes constantly.
His agile and strange body skills allowed him to avoid being surrounded and killed again and again.
Boom!
A wave of blood swept across the sky.
The photographer raised his hand and clicked, and a wave of blood split from the middle.
The Blood Ancestor's whole body was covered with blood-colored divine light, surrounded by billions of vampires. His big hand, which contained the power of death, violently pressed down on the photographer's head.
The photographer's knife was faster, and it cut down instantly like light. The Blood Ancestor was caught off guard, and the Blood Ancestor's body was split into two halves!
The bright red blood blooms.
Everyone was shocked.
But an even more surprising scene occurred.
The blood ancestor's body that was chopped in half held the photographer's arm with his left and right hands, and at the same time, his head that was chopped in two showed a smile.
"Hehehe... I caught you..."
The blood ancestor smiled proudly.
"Shoot me!!"
The Blood Ancestor laughed cruelly and shouted.
At this time, four demigods attacked the photographer at the same time.
A massive amount of divine energy crashed down overwhelmingly.
kill!!!
With the blood ancestor's heaven-defying vitality, facing the violent bombardment of the four demigods, only the photographer will fall.
This was an extremely critical murderous opportunity that they seized upon.
But the next moment.
The Blood Ancestor found that what he was grasping was air.
But the photographer in front of him actually disappeared from where he was.
Blood Ancestor:???
What's going on? I've obviously caught him, I've obviously got him under control...
The Blood Ancestor looked at the extremely terrifying magical power coming towards him.
Farke!
Boom boom boom!
The terrifying god can explode.
The earth shook and the mountains shook, as if the world was destroyed.
The entire island collapsed for dozens of miles!
The Blood Ancestor was beaten to pieces by the demigods.
The photographer appeared in a distant location out of thin air.
The smile was joking, as if watching a group of clowns perform.
His very existence gives people an unfathomable despair.
Many people were filled with despair when they saw this scene.
But at this moment.
Whoosh!
A magic sword suddenly pierced his heart from behind!
This fairy sword had been lurking in the void for a long time and had been prepared for it. The moment it appeared, it exploded at extremely high speed and pierced the cameraman's body like a ray of fairy light.
The milky white blood from the heart keeps flowing and dripping.
The cameraman looked at the young man in the distance with some disbelief.
The young man was looking at him coldly.
The one who took action was Chen Ping!
"Your ability...is not spatial teleportation."
Chen Ping opened his mouth and revealed the most critical information.
"Every time you teleport, the location you appear is the location you have been to before... This should be regarded as a kind of time and space reset..."
"Just like those holy pattern monsters, they are all resurrected through time and space reset."
The young man's voice made the photographer's expression look more dignified and embarrassed for the first time: "But how did you know where I appeared..."
"It's very simple. I have many immortal knives." Chen Ping grinned, "Write down the spaces where you have appeared, and combined with the situation on the scene, we can speculate on the many locations where you may choose to reset..."
"And judging from these dozen teleportations, the further forward you go in resetting time and space, the more difficult it will be for you, so the time and space you reset are all the time and space experienced in a relatively short period of time... Therefore, teleportation
The space range is easy to find..."
Chen Ping smiled and spoke.
The photographer looked directly at the young man again: "It's really not easy... You have seen so many things in such a short period of time. I underestimated you..."
At this time, the other immortal swordsmen were already arrayed towards the photographer.
"It turns out that time and space were reset. No wonder the Blood Ancestor caught him or he escaped. Simple space teleportation is impossible..."
Many demigods' expressions changed, and they had new ideas on how to besiege the photographer.
Although time and space reset is more difficult, it is not impossible to solve it.
The most important point is that the photographer's injuries will not recover with the reset of time and space, which means that this is not a real reset of time and space, at least it is different from the time and space reset of the sacred pattern monster.
Whoosh whoosh!
Eight rays of immortal light came with deadly murderous intent.
The fairy sword in the photographer's body bloomed with terrifying power, trying to destroy all the vitality in the photographer's body.
The photographer frowned, and the "nine" mark between his eyebrows kept moving.
In an instant, he disappeared again.
Only a blood-stained fairy sword still appeared in place.
The next moment, the photographer appeared from somewhere with a bloody hole in his heart. He raised his head and suddenly felt a crisis coming.
"I've got you!"
Ye Qianqiu laughed and pierced Tianxiao with a sword, blooming with endless cold light.
The photographer's face turned pale, and the moment the sword energy tore open his forehead, he disappeared.
The next moment, he appeared high in the sky.
Suddenly, a thick beam of holy light crashed down from the sky!
The photographer's body was hit by the terrifying energy and fell to the ground suddenly.
When the master of the Holy Light Palace wanted to suppress him directly on the ground.
The photographer appeared in an extremely remote location.
However, before he could take any action, countless Hell Shura arms stretched out from the ground and grabbed the photographer's thigh.
"Amitabha……"
“Where are you going, monster?!”
The Bitter Tree Monk clasped his hands together and looked at the Vajra angrily.
The photographer's expression became unstable for the first time.
These demigods have blocked all the paths he takes!