The bone spear is powerful. It is a truly powerful treasure. The ripples it cleans are earth-shattering. It is like entering the age of gods and acting on their behalf. The power of the field is unparalleled.
"You are very strong and live up to the reputation of Zhenyuan, but after all you have not reached the final step of being a mortal. So what about you, the so-called big shot of the Zhenyuan clan? Can you surpass the gods and fight against the ancient holy soldiers!" Bai Hu roared.
It comes from the sacred mountain, Xiling, and is not afraid of heaven or earth. From ancient times to the present, whoever dares to kill the messenger of Xiling, even the gods in ancient times, have to weigh the consequences.
The vast white light surged like a vast ocean, and the bone spears erupted into endless runes, filled with the power of some secrets and rules, causing the field there to become chaotic and uncertain for a moment.
In the ancient times, the Zhenjian clan had a great reputation and were capable of killing gods. Some of them were even called gods.
This clan is born with ferocity, tearing apart the sacred, devouring heaven-level ferocious beasts, and their achievements are so brilliant that all living beings tremble.
Otherwise, some of the creatures in the sacred mountain would not say that even they would not dare to provoke him easily and would not be willing to be enemies.
But Bai Hu has enough confidence. He comes from Xiling and knows more.
It does not believe that after the passing of ancient times, there will still be such a terrifying True Jade, which can transcend the realm of the Venerable and step into the realm of transcendent and divine realms.
With the sacred weapon in hand, as long as it is still within the realm of mortals, even a venerable person is not without the power to fight.
"Roar!" Huang Jinhuan saw that the white tiger was still domineering and holding a weapon. He felt threatened and immediately wanted to sacrifice the horn, using the most powerful treasure phantom to fight against the most powerful treasure phantom.
However, just when it was about to take action, it was stopped by Di Yi.
"If you think only gods can kill you, then I think gods are just mediocre." Di Yi moved, and a sword appeared inexplicably in his hand.
It was a complete long sword, but part of its shape was exactly the same as the broken sword held in Huang Jinhuan's mouth.
Obviously, this is the great power of the true solution. It is based on the runes of the Broken Sword and shaped by its manifestation in "memory". It completely recasts the Broken Sword, and the sea of force supplies its body and supports it.
For a moment, the long sword seemed to recreate the grand occasion of ancient times, and its fierce power seemed to be able to tear apart the heavens of eternity.
"What, what kind of method is that!?"
All living beings are frightened, and creating things out of thin air is not difficult in itself. The Venerable Master can do it.
But it would be unbelievable to be like that big shot of the Zhenjian clan, who could forge a weapon worthy of a god or saint.
Let alone the Venerable, even the gods themselves would never be able to forge weapons corresponding to their size so easily.
"Boom!"
The sky and the earth seemed to be discontinuous, and a sword light cut through the void, as if it had spanned countless time, spanned endless eternity, crossed the sky for hundreds of millions of miles, and cut off everything.
Under this sword light, not to mention the white tiger, even the bone spear and the sacred weapon were insignificant.
Under normal circumstances, the sword wielded by Di Yi would have caused this new world to cease to exist, and all things would be destroyed and decayed. It contains great power that covers the ages.
But he didn't want to destroy this new world, so the power he controlled and gathered simply simulated the power that the broken sword could embody.
But even so, it is shocking.
No matter how Baihu tried to use his bone spear to escape, it was useless.
The sword light seemed to pull it into a special space and time, which could trace back time and space, fixing it at that moment of eternity.
There are no powerful fluctuations, no terrifying energy sources rising, no blood mist and rune fragments erupting, there is just the simplest ending.
The white tiger, along with the bone spear, disappeared without a sound, leaving not even ashes behind.
It was as if he could not be reincarnated at all, his body and soul were completely destroyed, and he disappeared completely. There is no trace of it between heaven and earth and in time.
"Gudong..."
All creatures were frightened and frightened by this scene.
Forget about the white tiger, after all, it couldn't even suppress the real tiger, and its death was not unexpected by them.
But it was extremely horrifying that the holy artifact ended up like this.
Even if it was a legendary holy war that caused the heaven and earth to break apart and the sky to be divided, their weapons would not be so completely destroyed.
We must know that the weapons that the Holy One forged for Himself, can they be simple weapons? The most basic thing is that they must have the foundation to not be completely destroyed in the Holy Battle.
"The gods are invincible..."
All living beings have recognized this fact. Although we don’t know what the strength of that big shot who is suspected to be from the Zhenjian clan is, but through his performance just now, he is at least invincible to the gods.
It is even very possible that he is invincible even among the gods.
"Do you want me to say it again?" Di Yi dismissed the long sword forged by Zhenjie and looked at the creatures who were too frightened to move.
Hearing this, those swarming people and animals felt as if they had been granted amnesty, and how dare they have any thoughts.
Whether it was the creatures from the ancient sacred mountain, or the major powerful clans and religions in the human race, they all showed a full attitude of apologizing, and then left this place as if they were fleeing.
They didn't know why such a terrifying strong man would appear in the wilderness after all the ancient gods chose to go away, but that was no longer important.
Because the appearance of a super powerful man undoubtedly heralds something. Perhaps in the near future, the gods of all races may return.
This matter has a far-reaching impact than being able to open Baidu Mountain at will.
They think they need to prepare early.
"Roar..." Huang Jinhuan wanted to try the treasure he had just obtained, but as a result, the villains and ancient relics were all beaten away by Di Yi's sword, and he was a little unhappy.
"It seems that in the world outside the wilderness, power is the truth." Di Yi actually didn't want to kill. He wanted to integrate into this new world and learn everything about this world as an ordinary person.
It's just a pity that the world outside the wilderness is really different from the world inside the wilderness. Not all powerful clans and great religions are like Butian Pavilion. They are not so beautiful and friendly.
"Hoar?" Huang Jinhuan tilted his head and looked at Di Yi.
"Forget it, for me, this new world is just a node on the road. You can have experience or not." Di Yi looked at the deserted Baiduan Mountain. He originally wanted to see if there was anything worthwhile here.
Leave enough, there is no need for that now.
The next moment, he used the Shenxi runes to construct a passage, walked into the splendid passage with the golden dragon, and then disappeared in Baiduan Mountain, returning to Butian Pavilion.
"You're just back?"
In the ancient courtyard of Butian Pavilion, the spirit-sacrifice god Vinemoto was sleeping. After sensing that there was a void passage leading here, he suddenly woke up.
Only a few days had passed, and it didn't even take half a day's sleep for it to succeed.
"There are only a few places where it's possible. It won't take long." Di Yi nodded, then took the broken sword out of Huang Jinhuan's mouth and placed it in front of the spiritual vine of Butian Pavilion.
"Is this the weapon of the person who planted me? Is this... a divine ointment boiled with phoenix beaks and lin horns?" The soul-sacrifice divine vine of Butian Pavilion looked at the broken sword, and it was very knowledgeable and saw it at once.
The origin of the transparent glue that adheres to the mottled rust and broken sword blades.
This is absolutely amazing material!
They are enough to refine treasures on their own, but now they are used to repair broken swords. This is simply unimaginable.