Outside, the body of the God of Darkness suddenly shook, and his eyes were fixed on the chaotic void.
"Darkness, what's wrong?"
Bibi Dong frowned and asked, having a bad premonition in her heart.
And just after her words fell, the space began to fluctuate. Sensing it, she and several others looked into the chaotic void.
The layers upon layers of void ripples, and gradually relax, the power that makes the space unable to heal seems to be weakening. As the folds of the space shrink, the dark and dead void gradually heals.
And when all the nothingness disappeared, a blooming pure white lotus appeared in front of them, and among the pure white lotus, Zhao Xuan's slender figure stood proudly.
"Long time no see, Bibi Dong... no, perhaps I should say he is the god of Rakshasa."
Zhao Xuan stood quietly among the lotus flowers and smiled softly. There were stars in his eyes, as if he could see through everything in the world.
When Bibi Dong and others stood in front of him, they felt as if they were being seen through from the inside out. This shocked their hearts and minds, and they all had a conjecture in their minds, and they all looked at Zhao Xuan in disbelief.
Zhao Xuan's pure white clothes are shrouded in purple-gold divine light, and there are fairy clouds under his feet. He looks out of place in this world, and the light in him is more dazzling than this world.
"You have become a god?"
Bibi Dong, no, the Rakshasa God stared at Zhao Xuan with his gray eyes and asked.
Zhao Xuan just nodded slightly. He stretched out his right hand. After the transformation, his skin became increasingly whiter, like mutton-fat white jade, which made him feel a thrilling sense of beauty.
But...if anyone dares to underestimate the power contained in this white palm, he will suffer a big loss.
The slender five fingers were gently closed, without any divine power or spiritual thoughts flowing through them. However, the ivory-white palm seemed to have directly grasped the lifeblood of the space, and the space collapsed into a black spot in the palm of his hand.
The pupils of the God of Rakshasa and others suddenly shrank when they saw this, and the God of Rakshasa shouted: "Disperse!"
With an order, the three surrounding gods immediately dispersed and prepared to attack, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Zhao Xuan glanced at them lightly, and then looked into the distance, with divine light shining in his purple-gold pupils.
"It seems that Xiaosan and Qian Renxue are already fighting, but... there is still one person left."
When his spiritual thoughts found a certain figure on the battlefield, Zhao Xuan's lips curled up slightly.
…
In the distant battlefield, the fierce battle is still continuing, and there is such an unknown area in the battlefield.
Where the God of Death was sitting cross-legged, his divine thoughts formed a special illusion around him, causing the people around him to subconsciously ignore this place and isolate their sight.
"It's almost! It's almost! It's almost!"
The God of Death looked excitedly at the black death energy that kept pouring into his body, and his whole face flashed with indescribable excitement. Finally, the divine body was finally repaired successfully. As long as the divine body was repaired successfully, he could
Set foot on the highest realm again!
"Die, die a little more!"
The God of Death was grinning crazily at the people around him. If Rakshasa hadn't warned him repeatedly that he was not allowed to take action until Zhao Xuan appeared, he would have gone on stage to slaughter them all by himself.
But this madness was severely suppressed by him, because he himself also understood that before being sure of Zhao Xuan's true situation, any action may put them within Zhao Xuan's sight. If Zhao Xuan has become
In the words of God, it goes without saying how terrifying a god hidden in the dark is.
Maybe the others wouldn't care too much, but Zhao Xuan, who has offended him and has not yet returned to the divine realm, is quite dangerous.
"Zhao Xuan!"
When he thought of that strong human being who was too young, he felt resentful and at the same time felt an imperceptible fear in his heart.
But at this moment, he suddenly noticed a strange spiritual consciousness coming in from the outside world, followed by a chuckle: "Come here together."
Before he finished speaking, the God of Death was horrified to find that the space around him suddenly shrank and shifted.
The field of vision in front of him suddenly changed, and he felt that after a moment of confusion, the battlefield disappeared from the surrounding area, and the area where he sat cross-legged was replaced by a mountain.
The God of Death suppressed the panic in his heart and looked around. He immediately spotted the ugly-faced God of Rakshasa and Zhao Xuan who looked at him with a half-smile.
"It's you!"
The God of Death jumped up from the ground and stared at Zhao Xuan.
There was a smile on Zhao Xuan's face. He clapped his hands with a happy expression and said, "Now that everyone is here, let's get started!"
"The illusion of void!"
A piece of data light and shadow suddenly rose from the surrounding mountains, wrapping Zhao Xuan and the God of Rakshasa in it at an unimaginable speed. From a hundred feet deep underground to a thousand feet high in the sky, a huge illusory light ball enveloped them.
It is shrouded with a diameter of more than ten kilometers!
The photosphere projection reflects the sky like another big sun and can be seen within a radius of hundreds of kilometers.
In the distance, everyone fighting in the battlefield stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the huge illusory ball of light rising.
Everything in the light ball is evolving at an extremely fast speed. Beautiful floating fairy mountains and hanging waterfalls with a height of thousands of feet are appearing one after another.
Tang San and Qian Renxue stopped at the same time and looked into the distance, each with different moods.
But in the eyes of the God of Rakshasa and others, it was a different story.
The floating fairy mountains and Xuantian Waterfall in the sky are still the same, but the surroundings have turned into an endless ocean, with no end as far as the eye can see.
The God of Rakshasa was secretly vigilant in his heart. Zhao Xuan's arrangement was obviously not something that could be completed instantly. Perhaps Zhao Xuan had already broken through a long time ago and only deliberately acted like a retreat in order to lure them out.
But...what's the point of setting up the illusion of this scene?
The God of Rakshasa glanced around, trying to figure out what Zhao Xuan meant by doing this.
If Zhao Xuan knew what the God of Rakshasa was thinking, he might laugh. It was true that he arranged it in advance, but this fantasy scene was just a random imagination in his mind. Its real intention was to cut off Bibi Dong and others' contact with the outside world.
, especially the following battle, must not affect the outside world.
Looking at the vigilant Bibi Dong and others as well as the angry God of Death, Zhao Xuan gently stretched out his arm, and the jet-black God-killing Spear suddenly appeared in his fair hands, flawless white and night-like black.
sharp contrast.
"Whoosh!"
The spear was unfolded, and the silver-white spear point was pointed directly at the evil gods opposite. Zhao Xuan laughed and said: "Are you ready, everyone!"