A group of sheep-headed believers looked at Brando standing in the hall as if they had seen a ghost. Even though the master they worshiped was still on the pulpit, these people could not help but feel deep fear in their hearts.
He hurriedly backed away from Brando.
The chill that spread over Brando's body was so intense that even Delphine, who was slightly closer to him, felt a little unbearable, and his face turned pale and his teeth began to chatter.
Huang Huo looked at her teacher with some surprise. This was the first time she saw Brando like this. Even during the battle between Fenhotos and Dusk, her teacher did not show such power.
This is the power of law.
no doubt.
But the power of this law is not cold or anything related to ice. Even Fang Qi couldn't help but look back at the guy who 'caught' him all the way to this place. He has been here until now because of Akentu.
Still a little weak, this weakness became more and more obvious under Brando's open field. He even had an illusion in his heart that the man in front of him only needed one look to freeze himself into ice and then turn into ashes.
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"Confining space, the basic thermal motion of matter and elements...this is the element of space...time, space and cause and effect...this is..."
Arkentu's hoarse voice seemed to come from the depths of hell. It stared at Brando with red eyes, gritted its teeth and roared: "Sage... damn the power of the sage, very good, you reminded me of that
Damn Miner, I will let you taste the fury of hell!"
It screamed and just raised its claws, but at this moment, the space seemed to be strangely dislocated. Demon King Arkanto tilted his head, and a blood line appeared at the connection between his shoulder and body.
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The blood line continued to extend backwards. It caused a ripple in the space and swept across the narrow space. Wherever it passed, the benches were broken in rows; there was a soft click and the ripple swept across the north side of the chapel.
On the wall, a straight and sloping black line immediately appeared on the wall. The black line divided the entire temple into two parts from top to bottom.
Time seemed to be frozen at that moment.
The Demon King still had a look of horror on his face. He screamed: "No!"
In the blood mist that filled the sky, everyone, including all the sheep-headed believers present, saw Akentu's right arm suddenly twisting in a way that it shouldn't be, and then falling off from his shoulder.
There was still a trace of blood on the broken area, swirling, flying and hitting a stone pillar not far away.
Everyone opened their mouths.
Especially the believers of Akentu seemed to have seen the most incredible thing in their lives.
But this is just the beginning. Not the end.
When Akentu's right arm hit the stone pillar, bounced back and fell to the ground, rolling twice. Suddenly, a rustling sound came from above the hall, as if something was breaking apart.
, everyone raised their heads, only to hear a loud bang, the hall suddenly staggered along the diagonal line on the north wall, and the ground on one side rumbled downwards, instantly pulling the temple down dozens of centimeters.
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After the walls were staggered and cracked, the outside was exposed. A crack was seen extending forward along the direction of the hall's settlement. The sheep-headed believers gathered outside had already flowed into a river of blood. A straight line seemed to divide Hadran into two.
Using this temple as a base, the port is divided from the center.
The crack extended all the way to the bay outside the port, and everyone saw a strange scene on the sea that they would never forget.
I saw a white line visible to the naked eye on the sea surface in the distance. The white line extended to the deep sea. It separated to the left and right, forming a deep valley and two parallel waterfalls on the sea surface.
One sword divides the sea
Huang Huo couldn't help but cover her mouth.
The majestic power that moves mountains and rivers, falls stars, sun and moon, overturns oceans and rivers, is the end point of mortal power.
The legendary realm of saints has not appeared on this land for thousands of years. After the tribes of gold and silver retired to the world, there will no longer be similar legends in the mortal world.
And today.
The most magnificent chapter described in Cang Zhi's poem, the mortal sages, are back again.
Fang Qi was petrified on the spot as if by magic. He originally thought that the gap between himself and Brando could at least catch up. Even on the battlefield of Fenhotos, Brando was able to catch up with one person.
He did not think that one day he would not be able to possess that kind of power despite the entire legion fighting against Dusk.
But at this moment, facing the sword that split the sea, all words lost their ability to persuade. He knew that this was no longer an extraordinary power.
This is the power of God.
Sages, mortal gods.
Brando pointed at Akentu not far away with one sword and no expression on his face. The earring in Akentu's paw was Frofa's earring. He had personally returned the earring to the other party. He would never
As for admitting mistakes.
Although he had no interaction with the other party, the taciturn girl, Aloz's companion, still left a deep impression on him.
The Demon King was still opening his mouth and roaring, but he was covering his wound with one hand. His eyes and heart were full of fear, and there was only one thought in his mind:
escape!
When did mortal people become so terrifying? At that time, these people were still slaves of the Min'er people and had no fighting power at all. What happened in the past few thousand years? Where were the Min'er people?
Where are the Canucks? Where are the Silver Elves?
As for the believers and mortals it had seen before, shouldn't they be the slaves of the undead? Even the skeletons themselves are such a weak race, why is this happening?
It didn't react at all in its heart, because it had not experienced the era of the War of Saints, so it could not understand the concept of mortal saints. In fact, if it had awakened five hundred years earlier, the world might have been more consistent with its understanding.
But now, the era of war and chaos has arrived, and the mortal sages have returned to this land.
Arkentu turned around and ran away. It was the clone of the Demon King. If the main body was here, it might be able to fight Brando, but the clone's strength is too weak. Once it meets it, it will understand the strength of itself and the other party.
There is a gap. However, the clone also has its advantages. At least the clone is good at escaping. As long as it escapes from the temple, it can activate the demon's natural teleportation technique.
Its power has long declined after being sealed for thousands of years, and this clone must not be easily buried here.
But as soon as Akentu took a step, his body froze.
"Time...time..."
Everything was flowing backwards in front of it, and the strange scene from before appeared again. It saw that the collapsed hall was recovering, and the scattered bricks were flying into the sky again, filling their original broken positions.
The broken chair was rejoined, and the two steps it had just taken returned to the starting point again.
Arkentu turned around in horror, only to see a cold sword flash across its neck.
In the stunned eyes of all the Sheep-Headed Cultists in the hall, the head of the Demon King's clone flew high into the sky, then fell to the ground, rolled a few times, hit a stone pillar, and stopped.
Above the head, a pair of eyes widened, as if they still couldn't believe it.
Then everyone heard a muffled sound and saw Akentu's headless body kneeling down heavily, then crashing to the ground.
There was silence in the hall for a moment.
After a while, I heard an angry roar:
"Damn human, you are dead, I will take revenge!"
But the sound quickly died down and became weak and inaudible.
Brando silently glanced at the cracked altar in the temple, and then returned the sword to its sheath. Ling, who had been standing next to her sister, seemed to have found the opportunity to speak. She said in a somewhat astringent voice: "Brando
Sir, that devil is lying to you, Miss Aloz is not dead..."
"What?" Brando was startled, and the momentum accumulated in his body dissipated instantly. He was stunned for a moment before asking: "Wait, Aloz, why her? Isn't it Frofa?"
Ling did not answer any more, as if she had exhausted all her strength when she said those words before.
The little girl next to her seemed to be in a dream. She looked at the blood on her sister's chest, then looked at Brando, with a look of uncertainty.
At this time, the Patriarch of the Sheephead Cult on the other side of the temple noticed that no one seemed to be paying attention here. He grabbed the cloak in his hand and suddenly sneaked out of the temple, but before he could get out of the two
As soon as he took a step, Huang Huo caught up with him from behind and stumbled to the ground with a scabbard.
"That's my sister's cloak!" the girl finally whispered.
Huanghuo nodded to her, but looked at Brando and asked in a low voice: "Teacher, have you broken through the realm of saints?"
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on Brando.
Brando nodded silently. In fact, when crossing the portal, he seemed to have gained some understanding from the laws of space. He vaguely felt that he had touched the last door from the Extreme Plains to the Sage Realm.
When he started fighting with Akentu just now, because of the anger in his heart, he finally grasped the thread of insight and understood the ultimate relationship between space and time and even the cause and effect of all things. Martha's law seemed to get in touch with him in an instant.
, allowing him to finally see the scenery that he had never seen before or in this life.
That is the true meaning of the world beside the Abyss Lake, the power of existence.
The power of existence is indeed the real bridge to the realm of sages, and any sage law simulated with war slates cannot achieve this step.
This is exactly why players have never reached this level.