The fateful natural disaster is a disaster caused by destiny. At this moment, Xiao Mo is not here. Qin Changfeng cannot combine time and space, but he shows the power of destiny and truth to the extreme to all living beings in the wild.
The golden ripples spread at the speed of light, like a picture scroll unfolding. No matter what it is, once it falls into it, it will become a picture without thickness. Then everything is silent. In the boiling blood and war, the black warriors of the Lich clan are like
The floating ant colony was completely left on the painting.
Under such terrifying power, there was no need to remind the warriors of the two Lich clans who were fighting together in a hurry to disperse and stay away from the golden ripples.
Most of the demon warriors returned to the vicinity of Nantianmen smoothly, because the golden ripples only spread forward, and the demon clan palace behind was not affected. In contrast, the Wu warriors did not go so smoothly. The ripples behind them were like
Once the boundary of death is caught up by the golden light pattern, it is only half a step away and immediately solidifies.
"Let's take action together to break it!"
Seeing that almost the entire Witch Clan army was forced to flee in panic by this strange wave of light, Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang became furious and roared, cutting through the void in all directions, wanting to smash the ripples together with the void.
At the same time, other ancestral witches also took action. For a time, no one knew how many magical powers appeared, blasting towards the golden light waves spreading from the sky in front. The blood of the witch clan was dyed red for nine days, and patches of light rain surged.
The vastness is the shape of various divine passages.
There are the cracks in the sky of the Dijiang River, the volcanic floods of Zhurong and Gonggong's water and fire, and the building trees of Jumang reaching the sky... all of these, twelve kinds of magical powers gathered together in the sky, pouring out like a flash of lightning and a crack in the earth.
go.
This kind of fluctuation is too terrifying, causing time and space to surge violently and with such pressure that it is simply unimaginable.
Chaos collapsed, stars swayed, and loud rumblings washed away the entire wilderness. The nine days were completely filled with light, as if the world was about to be created again.
In fact, if the Twelve Ancestral Witches join forces, except for Hongjun, there will really be no one in the world who can confront them. Even if the Great Sage of the Monster Clan joins forces, I am afraid they will have to avoid the edge for the time being.
However, Qin Changfeng, who was above Nantianmen, just laughed dryly: "What a grand fireworks."
As the words fell, the golden scroll still unfolded forward, as before, encompassing the boundless supernatural powers and visions produced by the twelve ancestral witches.
This time, the magical power of the ancestral witch collided violently with the divine power of the picture scroll. Sometimes the smooth, mirror-like golden picture bulged high, as if it was about to be punctured. Sometimes, the shapes of the sacred tunnels such as buildings, floods, and volcanoes lost their thickness and became flat pictures.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches joined forces and truly shocked the past and the present. Under normal circumstances, Qin Changfeng would have been wiped out in a single encounter.
But at this moment, the golden scroll not only blocked all the witchcraft and magical powers, but also, washed away by the ink-like golden light pattern, flattened them all at a relatively slow but unwavering speed, and branded them
On top of the golden scroll...
This is actually the process of three-dimensional objects falling towards two dimensions!
The most well-known ultimate secret of void is dimension, and most of the supreme deities seek upwards for the world and mysteries of higher dimensions, but Qin Changfeng did the opposite.
His exploration of high latitudes only stayed at the four-dimensional level, and could only be roughly applied. He focused more on the low dimensions below the three dimensions.
Because there are too many dimensions above the three-dimensional world, no practitioner has yet verified how many there are. If you want to practice to the highest dimension, it is really elusive and there is no end in sight. The low latitudes below the three-dimensional main world are different.
At most, there are only two dimensions, one dimension and zero dimension.
Comparing the two, Qin Changfeng believes that the possibility of reaching the end point is much greater, so the main power of his Void Magical Power is dimensionality reduction strike.
Everything, under such a blow, will be reduced to the two-dimensional world. Those colorful ancestral witches and supernatural powers cannot escape this fate, and they are sealed on the picture when they are at their most glorious.
Within the rules of the Void Avenue, low-latitude life can survive in the high-latitude world. On the contrary, everything in the three-dimensional world will lose its activity after falling into the two-dimensional world.
If it is a living thing, it will die immediately. If it is an object, it will lose value. Nothing can continue to exist in a painting with zero thickness.
It was a quiet world of death, a picture that was extremely magnificent but filled with the breath of endless death.
It unfolds slowly, as if it will spread to the entire thirty-three days. If this is true, it will be the twilight of the gods.
Previously, when the Law of the Void was promoted to the eighth realm, Qin Changfeng could also perform a dimensionality reduction strike, but it was limited to a single void feather, and its power and range were very limited.
But now, the sacred wings of heaven are raised, and the dusk scroll unfolds, which is a real fatal disaster that punishes all living beings!
Looking at the border of the scroll that was getting closer, the twelve ancestral witches were also horrified at this moment. They looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes. Then they all retreated backwards, not daring to take the risk to test the law.
If they enter the scroll with the true form of the ancestral witch, they may be able to break it with brute force, but they may also be directly sealed like those magical passages! Moreover, everyone can guess that this scroll cannot extend infinitely, otherwise it will be prehistoric.
Heaven will send down disasters and punishments to destroy them.
So there is absolutely no need to gamble with your life.
Their predictions were also accurate. The golden light pattern extended for thousands of miles from the Nantian Gate up, down, left, and right, forming a picture. Like an abyss, it completely separated the entire Monster Clan Heavenly Palace from the Wu Clan army. Finally, they stopped exaggerating, and the golden light pattern finally stopped exaggerating.
All the lines gradually disappear at the border.
However, at this moment, no warrior from the Wu clan dared to walk into this magnificent and boundless picture, as if it was a thunderous pond of life and death at that time.
"It's amazing. The demon clan is really lucky to have you as their consort."
Hou Tu and Qin Changfeng faced each other across the scrolls, sighed, and then said: "But you can also unfold three similar scrolls to seal off the other three sides of the heaven?"
Can it?
Of course it cannot. The reason why the picture in front of me can seal the magical powers of the twelve great ancestral witches at the same time is because it contains the power of golden light of merit. Now all Qin Changfeng's golden light of merit has been used up in this blow, even if he uses it again
The power of the same move will be very different.
But he smiled slightly and said: "Maybe it can be done, maybe it can't be done. Why don't Empress Houtu try it herself? But if she comes again, she won't give up so easily. I don't know how many of the Wu warriors present are faster than me."
Sky light.”
The ambiguous answers made the ancestral witches even more uncertain about paying attention. Naturally, they themselves had the confidence to retreat safely at any time, but what about the army of witches they brought?
If they were all turned into portraits and left in the heaven, then the entire witch clan would be severely damaged. As ancestral witches, if they had no clansmen and warriors, how could they be called ancestors?
Hearing this, the ancestral witches fell silent again. After a while, Di Jiang asked Houtu: "My sister, how much do you think what he said is true and how false?"
There was obvious hesitation and reluctance in his voice. He neither wanted to retreat nor risk the witch army. Among the twelve ancestral witches, Houtu was the one who studied the divine channel method the most. Most of the other ancestral witches only practiced bloodline magical powers.
, she is the only one who has dabbled in all kinds of mystical arts and secrets.
"Can't figure it out."
Hou Tu shook his head slightly, pondered for a while, and said seriously: "Brother, according to my little sister's opinion, even if this guy is a bit bluffing, he is at least a quasi-sage. It will be difficult for us and the ancestral witches to join forces to defeat him in a short time."
The great sage of the demon tribe, now that I have this son, it will be even more difficult. It is useless to continue to struggle with the demon tribe in the heaven. We might as well return to the ancient land and think about it in the long term. It will not be too late to make a comeback in the future when we are sure of victory."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong bloody aura suddenly filled the air, and a majestic blood shadow appeared from the void, looking like it was rushing from a distance.
This person was clearly the ancestor of Ming He. Before he could stand upright, he said to Di Jun, Nuwa and others: "Fellow Taoists from the demon tribe, Ming He came late for some reason, and everything is weird!"
He was a guest when the demon clan was holding a grand ceremony. After the witch clan invaded, he disappeared. At this time, the situation became clear and he suddenly appeared again. How could the demon clan's great masters not guess what was going on, but no one told the lie?
Having exposed it, Di Jun instead said happily: "Why did Fellow Taoist Ming He say this? Fellow Taoist can come to help, the demon tribe is grateful."
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say," Ancestor Styx said with a smile: "Since I, the Godly Son of the Blood Sea, have bonded with the noble eldest princess, the Blood Sea and the Monster Clan are of the same family. When the Monster Clan is in trouble, I will not stand idly by no matter what."
His voice was loud and clear, obviously deliberately letting the Wu tribe listen.
Feeling the aura of quasi-saints on his body, the ancestral witches couldn't help but cast their gazes. Now the witch clan has two unexpected quasi-sages to help them. What is the purpose of the witch clan today to defeat the demon clan in a battle?
There is no possibility of achieving it again.
"That's all, from today on, you, the demon clan, control the sky, and we, the witch clan, control the land, each occupying one side."
Di Jiang's face was expressionless, and he didn't seem to be discouraged about retreating without a fight, but only he knew whether there was any fluctuation in his heart.
Then he opened the Void Gate again, and the Witch Clan army began to retreat in an orderly manner, but the Demon Clan did not stop them.
Before leaving, the ancestral wizard Zhurong suddenly turned around and shouted to Qin Changfeng: "Boy, have we met before?"
Qin Changfeng smiled: "In the past, I came to visit him and wanted to discuss Taoism and make friends. The ancestral wizard Zhu Rong gave me the word 'go'."
As soon as these words came out, the rest of the ancestral witches turned their heads and glanced at Zhu Rong like sharp swords... They had reason to believe that if it hadn't been for the scroll character, the one who had such a comrade would probably be a witch clan!
"Hey! I shouldn't have regretted it before."
Zhu Rong felt regretful and pretended not to see the eyes of the other brothers, and said: "What good is the princess of the Demon Clan? I have countless beauties from the Witch Clan. Come to the Witch Clan. You can choose the women from the Witch Clan!"
