Ye Wushuang came into contact with the ancient god king, and after a fierce battle, he did not lose.
The ancient god was surprised: "There are still masters?"
Ye Wushuang asked: "What kind of god are you?"
"Ancient God, Gu Yanran is my disciple!"
"What does the ancient god care about?"
Ye Wushuang wanted to make some words to determine the type of law.
This god is different from the one I saw from Father God. His aura shows the vicissitudes of time. He is very old, but his actions are in line with the Dao. He belongs to a more traditional type of monk.
But the ancient gods obviously didn't fall for the trick: "The gods that have existed since ancient times are the ancient gods."
Ye Wushuang: "Release the laws and visualization objects."
The look of surprise on the ancient god's face became even stronger: "You are so eager to speed up the battle, don't you want to delay it for a while?"
Ye Wushuang chuckled: "If necessary, you can't beat me."
"The woman has stood up. They say women can hold up half the sky. I don't believe it, but today I have seen a woman's courage."
The ancient god's body emits thousands of rays of light, illuminating the entire sky.
"The rainbow shines through the sun!"
The ancient god was angry and scolded, and the rays of light condensed into a sharp blade, which began to grow wildly on Ye Wushuang's body.
Ye Wushuang's abdomen suddenly suffered a severe blow, a large hole was torn open, and blood sprayed out.
Wherever the glow is shrouded, everything can be manipulated at will.
"High-end battles often use simple techniques. The difference is that I will not condense the blade first and then slash at you, but let the blade grow on you from the beginning."
Wherever the ancient god looked, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
The rays of light are his imaginary objects. Like glimmers of light and iron, they are everywhere and kill people invisible.
There is no time difference, this is an attack that cannot be avoided.
"[Reincarnation]!"
Ye Wushuang held the rays of light piercing his body, and the color of the rays of light instantly turned into pitch black, cracking inch by inch.
The blackness spread outward very quickly, and in the blink of an eye it followed the air and came to the ancient god.
The ancient god's expression suddenly changed, as if he realized something, and he dodged left and right in a hasty evasion.
If other people couldn't see it with their naked eyes, they might think that he was competing with the air. Only he knew that if he made a wrong move, he would be at risk of falling.
"How can this kind of law have a power that is close to perfection? Have you collected [Reincarnation] completely? Who is behind you? Which traitor is helping you!"
The ancient god couldn't avoid it. He took a deep breath and suddenly blew a strong wind into the air in front of him. This was when he wiped the cold sweat from his face.
"High-end battles often use the simplest method. You continue to blow, and I will see your lung capacity."
Ye Wushuang didn't care about his fatal injury at all, and focused on staring at the ancient god.
The ancient god once again began to dodge left and right, and began to battle wits with the air.
He puffed up his cheeks, worked hard, and blew hard, as if he was trying to blow away some substance in the air. His look was extremely funny, and it was completely different from the calmness he had shown just now.
He was going crazy. He had already discerned Ye Wushuang's rules and knew the other party's killing methods, but he couldn't avoid it. [Reincarnation] is different from Xiaguang. If it touches someone, it will be gone. Even if he can survive,
, his origin will also be completely consumed.
"Woman, [Reincarnation] I have only seen it once from a distance when I first became a god. That black substance can corrode everything when it touches it, but it has a weakness and must be spread through contact."
"You spread this black substance bit by bit through the tiny particles that are close together in the air. Because it is difficult to detect, you will be caught if you are not careful. But this is the world of Xiaguang, and every particle of dust is precisely controlled by me.
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"The distance between you and me at this moment is not filled with too many small particles gathering together. I have figured out the propagation route of [reincarnation] in the air!"
The ancient god said sadly that he deliberately approached Ye Wushuang. At this moment, the distance between the two was less than ten meters.
The transmission of the power of [Reincarnation] requires a medium, and he has seen through all mediums. Moreover, the woman's abdomen was severely injured. Once she got close, he could easily crush her.
"You're gone, how dare you run in front of me."
"One of the characteristics of [Reincarnation], [Dress]."
Ye Wushuang's skin was covered with scales, and her whole back was arched high.
The next second, she rushed out, like a shock wave, and her dark palm easily penetrated the ancient god's chest.
The ancient god was in a daze, staring blankly at the figure ten meters away. It was an intact beauty skin, standing there in a charging posture, because Ye Wushuang was too fast, and until this moment, the skin was
It softened and fell downwards.
"This is...sloughing!"
"You can reincarnate your body and get rid of injuries..."
The ancient god looked at the petite figure in front of him with shock on his face.
Ye Wushuang frowned, the black color of [Reincarnation] did not infect the ancient god, she felt bad.
Sure enough, the ancient god's physical body became empty and dispersed into rays of light, with only a small amount of rays of light being corroded by the black substance.
"The refraction of light hides the true body, and at the same time uses the glow to create a mirage. This is the fourth junior brother's method."
"Do all of you show operators like to play astronomical phenomena?"
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Inside the scroll.
Compared to Ye Wushuang's toughness, the second elder and Bei Chenfeng were more wretched.
The two of them knew that they could not fight the ancient Buddha head-on, so they used the trick of trapped words to their full potential.
Beichen Feng took out another painting from the painting, and the two elders exchanged space and sent the ancient Buddha into the painting within the painting.
Then Beichenfeng took out the painting within the painting again, and the second elder continued to put the ancient Buddha into the painting.
The layers of matryoshka were done very quickly and in one go for several minutes. Even the two of them didn't know how many layers they had put on the ancient Buddha.
The law of space is a relatively powerful law, and it is not easy to crack. When the ancient Buddha used his Dharma and tried to resist, the two people fought like a matryoshka doll with their lives.
Enough time for a cup of tea.
The second elder found that he could not move the ancient Buddha, so he shouted: "The wind is tight, pull it!"
Without saying a word, Bei Chenfeng dropped the scroll in his hand and ran away.
In a landscape painting, a golden Buddha opens his eyes. He has a solemn appearance and is a smiling Buddha with cheerful and kind eyes.
There were two children in front of him pointing to the sun and arguing in front of him: "I go when the sun is in the beginning and people are near..."
The Buddha tore apart the space, destroyed the scroll, and escaped from his trap in a breath. The weak laws of space could not trap him.
But after coming out, there was a new picture, and a familiar voice echoed in my ears.
"I use the beginning of the day to go and approach people..."
Tear again!
"I..."
Keep tearing!
He tore up more than a dozen pictures in one breath. Each picture had a different scene, but every picture contained those two damn little brats.
Familiar people, familiar debates: "I use the beginning of the day to go and make people come near..."
He used to be a cheerful and smiling Buddha, but now he doesn't smile anymore.
He couldn't laugh.
Whenever he felt that he was out of trouble, he ended up entering the next picture.
"Ami, you are a DJ Buddha, eat the sun!"
The giant Buddha went crazy, grabbed the sun from the sky, and stuffed it into the mouths of the two children.
When the child dies, he breaks the game and continues to the next picture.
He remembered that the two people only set up a few dozen scrolls for themselves, but why no matter how much he tore the space apart, there would always be the next painting waiting for him?
How did he know that while he was busy working in the painting, the two people outside the painting were not idle either.
At this moment.
Outside, the second elder and Bei Chenfeng were very busy.
Now they no longer replace the ancient Buddhas spatially, but start replacing the scrolls.
Beichenfeng took out a new picture scroll, and the second elder threw the picture scroll containing the Big Buddha into the new picture scroll. Then Beichenfeng took out a new one, and the second elder threw it in again.
The cycle goes back and forth.
"I think it's easier to put it on from the outside. I should have done it this way from the beginning."
"It's okay. It takes two breaths for the Buddha to tear the painting apart. If we take one breath for the painting, he won't be able to get out!"