The giant statue was wearing a crimson cloak, with stars under its feet, and the night above its head. It was looking down at Bifeitu and No. 22 in the windy and sandy sky. Its appearance was exactly the same as Lin Qiye's, but its temperament was more solemn and solemn.
This is not the [Qitian Dharma Appearance] drawn from the Great Sage, nor is it the [Qingyuan Dharma Appearance] taught to him by Yang Jian.
This is Lin Qiye's complete integration of the two, creating his own [Dharma, Heaven, Elephant and Earth]. Its appearance is not that of a demon ape, nor is it the True Monarch of Qingyuan Miaodao, but Lin Qiye himself.
[Dharma, Heaven, Elephant and Earth] is a secret method mastered by a few gods in Great Xia. As long as there is spiritual energy, it can be used without mental power. This is also the only strongest method that Lin Qiye can use when all his mental power has been drained!
"Is it him?" No. 22 frowned when he saw this scene, and said in confusion, "His mental power should have been taken away... What kind of ability is this?"
Bifeitu, who had one of his arms cut off, had an equally gloomy and solemn expression.
At this moment, a vertical eye opened from Lin Qiye's eyebrows, and terrifying pressure swept out!
Under the gaze of this vertical eye, Bifeitu and No. 22 only felt that their bodies were stagnant, as if a pair of invisible big hands were holding their bodies and binding them in place.
This was the magical power of the original [Qingyuan Dharma Appearance], and now it was integrated into Lin Qiye's own Dharma Appearance.
The Dharma statue standing tall on the sky and the earth flicked its fingers, and accompanied by the roaring wind, a long sword swept through the sky like a rainbow, and slashed straight towards the body of No. 22!
No. 22's eyes narrowed and he didn't care about anything else. Three times the level of "Klein" in his body exploded at the same time, and pink air waves rushed towards his body. Then he reluctantly opened the restraints of the vertical eyes and stumbled backwards.
go.
The Tiancongyun sword grazed his heart, cutting off No. 22's wrist like a knife cutting tofu.
Amidst a scream, the King's [Holy Grail] was swept dozens of meters away by the strong wind along with the severed palm.
At the same time, the upright Dharma image stepped forward and flashed directly in front of Bifeitu. The black arm the size of a mountain was raised high, carrying the power of destroying the heaven and the earth, and crashed down!
Bifeitu, who had one of the supreme god's arms chopped off by the [Sword], could not withstand the blow with strength alone, and he could not use the divine ruins, so he could only grit his teeth and retreat quickly.
boom--!!
The fist of Dharma struck down in the desert, and a terrifying sandstorm rolled up into the sky. Bifeitu groaned, and flew hundreds of meters backwards, with a wisp of blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth.
He slowly stood up, his eyes fixed on the Dharma image, and he stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. A white-hot heart beat wildly in his chest, quickly repairing the injuries in his body.
"These are just minor injuries...that body is simply cheating!" Lin Qiye's soul murmured to himself inside the Dharma Appearance.
Bifeitu's previous punch directly broke several of his ribs, and even his internal organs were almost shattered. If his body hadn't been baptized by the power of faith and swallowed flat peaches, his strength would have exceeded the same level.
Times, I'm afraid this punch can completely crush him.
Although Lin Qiye's punch also severely injured Bifei Tu, through the terrifying resilience of his heart, the injury was reduced to a minor injury in a matter of breaths.
We all are in the "Klein" realm, and Lin Qiye, who has many divine ruins, although his strength exceeds the standard, is still under the constraints of the realm. Bifeitu, who can transplant the torso of the supreme god, is a complete monster!
Lin Qiye had no doubt that even a god would be knocked unconscious if he was caught off guard by Bifeitu's punch.
After a melee, Lin Qiye, Bifeitu, and No. 22 stabilized their bodies in three directions, guarding each other, and the battle was about to break out.
"No...where is the [Holy Grail]?"
No. 22 covered his bloody wrist and glanced around, but did not see the chopped down [Holy Grail].
Lin Qiye, who was in the legal state, narrowed his eyes. He was extremely sensitive to spiritual energy. He suddenly seemed to have noticed something and suddenly raised his head to look at the sky!
The boundless clear sky turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if someone had covered everyone's heads with a piece of black gauze.
The sun gradually dimmed, the golden yellow sand was swallowed bit by bit by the darkness, and the icy cold wind blew through the desert, like midnight in winter, chilling and lonely.
A bright crescent moon rises slowly from the end of the night sky.
This is not Lin Qiye's ability.
"Is there anyone else in this treasure house?" Lin Qiye had an ominous premonition.
Before No. 22 finished speaking, the bright crescent moon suddenly spun strangely in the air, turning into a light and lonely boat, making ripples in the night sky, and slowly sailing towards everyone.
Inside the crescent moon boat, an old man stood with a hunched figure like a ghost.
He was holding a bloody severed arm in his left hand, and a dark golden tall cup was floating in front of him.
"[Holy Grail]?"
"my hand?"
No. 22 and Bifeitu exclaimed at the same time.
I saw the old man holding a severed arm, staring at Bifei Tu below with fiery eyes, as if he was looking at an extremely rare treasure, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"It's true that God is immortal and I, Sumer... actually sent such a good sacrifice. After a hundred years of dormancy, it's finally time to harvest."
With five fingers, he clasped the arm of the Supreme God and squeezed it hard!
boom--!
The arm turned into a bloodshot sky and merged into the [Holy Grail]. The swaying wine rose rapidly, not only filling the loss of the previous wish on the 22nd, but also multiplied several times, almost overflowing the cup!
"No! Stop him quickly!!" Lin Qiye seemed to have thought of something, his lips slightly opened, and his voice echoed in the air like thunder.
No. 22 and Bifeitu also realized that something was wrong. They both jumped up from the ground at the same time and rushed towards the crescent boat in the sky.
No. 22 raised the [Scepter] in his hand and was about to activate it when the nothingness in front of him suddenly distorted!
Black hair extended from the void like a waterfall, covering the figure of No. 22. A weak, boneless palm protruded from the black hair, lightly holding the upper half of the [Scepter], and instantly stopped the [Quan].
The action of knocking down a stick.
No. 22's pupils shrank suddenly, and "Klein's" mental power surged three times as he tried to wrestle with that palm, but no matter how hard he tried, the [Scepter] seemed to be clamped by someone and would not move at all!
This seemingly weak palm actually has such terrifying power?!
When No. 22 was shocked, a slim and white figure walked out from the tumbled hair.
It was a woman wearing a white robe with a frosty face. She was holding the [scepter] tightly in her left hand and a long gun in her right hand. She was looking down at No. 22 with narrowed eyes. An unprecedented sense of oppression surged into his heart.
"This woman..." No. 22 seemed to see the shadow of a familiar woman in those beautiful eyes, and panic appeared on his face!