MTL - My Doomsday Territory (My Apocalypse Domain)-Chapter 771 Saint of the River: There are so many holy artifacts! (Big

The holy order exists with the sun and the moon.

Each saint is the embodiment of the law. If the immortal body of the saint is fully revealed, the ordinary awakening will collapse and die.

The Holy Order and the Extraordinary Order are already completely different classes.

Like the fireflies and the sun, the difference is incalculable.

Even if the rule comprehends the extreme arrogance that is comparable to the saint, it is still just arrogance, and there is a gap in life with the saint.

The invincible power comes to the wasteland world, and the first thing to feel is the pressure of the world.

Repressed their strengths by 99%.

The saints, however, can fight against the world.

The advent of the Holy One cast a vain shadow over the whole world, the world space is constantly distorted, the laws collide, and for a time, the entire world sets off a tide and the natural disaster continues.

The sage of the long river glanced around indifferently, suddenly a meal.

"Huh? It was illusion."

With a wave of his hand, a stream of purified water washes over the embers and other reincarnation.

Suddenly, the embers and other powerful people looked at each other for a moment, as if nothing had changed, and it seemed that they had unlocked some kind of soul.

"It turns out, we have planted illusions long ago?"

He couldn't believe it.

I still can't remember when I planted the illusion, who cast it, but I really understand that I and others have long been affected by illusion!

"A bunch of indigenous people, how do you master such a brilliant illusion?"

Illusions require fine manipulation, and to some extent, are more difficult to master than destructive spells.

He stunned, "Isn't it ... aboriginal?"

Previously affected by illusion, in some unreasonable places, they all supplemented themselves, but after the illusion was solved, experienced samsaras understood that there was a world where the revival of source gas had only begun hundreds of years ago. The world, indigenous, cannot be that strong!

"They're here."

The sage of Changhe's eyes penetrated the space, "One, two, three ... are there only six or three peaks?"

...

The Great Rift Valley

At the moment when the Holy One came, the wind and the storm surged, and it was difficult for Tang Yu not to notice it.

Elaine, Nancy, or other followers in retreat were awakened. The breath still made people feel depressed across countless distances.

"Is the Holy One?" Nancy was excited.

"Is there a holy weapon?"

"It was actually the Holy Order who came." Luo Zhe was a little worried.

Holding the sword handle empty, his eyes showed war.

"A few years ago, the breath we felt on the land of Ainol was also saint."

Yilian has a deep memory.

That year, the breath of the Holy One came down the mountain, covering the continent, even if the Holy One had not yet arrived, let them feel suffocated and weak.

At this moment, the breath of the Holy Order is similar to the breath imprinted in the memory of the past, but it is no longer suffocating.

Yes, it's just stress.

"Yilian, Nancy, Kong, Xiaoli, Hongyue ... we will go for a while, the saint."

...

The space is rippling like water, and the picture scrolls to both sides.

Tang Yu, wearing a fire-patterned robe, stepped out of the twisted space.

On the left, Nancy Yilian, and on the right, empty, bamboo rat chestnut, and red moon.

Embers and other reincarnations only recognized Tang Yu, but their breaths were quite different.

The other strong men have never seen it before.

"We haven't been taken into account ?!"

Under the shadow of the world of the Holy One, Embers and others recovered some strength and approached the state of heyday.

He took out a third-tier magic weapon spear and pointed it directly at Tang Yu.

Tang Yu's eyes remained unchanged. "Miscellaneous soldiers, it's over to you."

"No problem squeaking!"

jingle--

jingle--

jingle--

The first bell rang, and an infinite illusion appeared in front of Ember's eyes. He gritted his teeth and broke free, bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

The second bell rang, the embers simmered, and the Burning Source struggled for a while before returning to God.

The third bell rang, the embers stepped, his face changed, and eventually he stayed still.

"It's a holy weapon, no wonder ..."

The sage of the Changhe looked at the bell on the left side of the bamboo rat chestnut, exuding the power of the holy weapon.

His eyes were hot.

An illusion-enhanced artifact can be exchanged with other saints, even if it is not available, for another artifact suitable for your use.

The Saint of the River is still fantasizing, and Nancy moves first.

She slashed with a sword, without special skills, but slicing a stalk of 400 meters long.

"Humph!"

The sage of the long river waved a raging river, like a falling waterfall in nine days, crushing everything, and scattered the sword awns, but there was still a little purple awn in the river.

The unrefined epee was split on the Holy One.

He raised his hand, the halo was flowing, humming, and the epee was framed in front of him.

The Changhe Saint changed his face, "It is also a holy weapon!"

He blocked the sword, but the soul seemed to be stabbed. Although it only caused very slight damage to him, there was no doubt ...

"The deity has been sanctified for 23,000 years. You are still the first person to be able to hurt my extraordinary order. Even by virtue of the holy instrument, the deity is willing to call you the strongest under the saint."

He was finished, and the empty sword came out.

In the realm of mountains and seas, Kong has perfected his combat skills to kill the invincible.

An extreme silver light suddenly appeared!

One after another, endless, every sword light is coming at once, every sword light cuts through the space, every sword light condenses the 'law of cutting' that can cut everything!

——Invincible "Vacuum Slash"!

The river flowed by the sage of the long river was cut off by Yinmang, and the river was broken with a sword!

Yinmang cut his sacred body unabated.

Buzz--

The halo is flowing, and it is uncertain.

The sage of the long river shone brightly, the turbulent river flow changed from azure blue to gray, and the surrounding space was corroded. The mountains and stones disappeared for thousands of years as powder.

Even the silver sword horns cut out by the air were corroded.

But "Vacuum Slash" is not only strong, but also fast and endless!

Changhe Saint's complexion changed again and again.

The luxurious robes infused with the power of the Holy One have been cut out of the open gap, the immortal sacrifice was injured, and a drop of pale golden blood was flowing from the wound.

He really changed color.

Holy!

Deep rules comprehend!

It was enough to threaten him.

It is not that the saints are weak. The saints can compete with the world without being suppressed. However, this world is only a higher world, and the saints cannot exert all their power.

It's like a small pond can't hold a true dragon!

Unless, the Saint of the River can blast the whole world.

The long river saint thought that even if he could not exert his full power, it was far beyond the so-called invincible power.

The Holy One, after all, has a qualitative gap with the invincible!

The existence of the sacred instrument has made up for this part of the gap!

Originally, although Kong and others said that their accomplishments are not low, they are limited by their own strength and can only use the power of two or three percent of the sacred implements. Now, the body of the semi-sacred is formed and can be motivated by more force Strength can also make the holy weapon erupt more powerfully.

Even the reincarnations such as Ember are immersed in illusion, they are fighting, they can barely perceive the situation of the outside world, they just cannot get rid of it.

They were stunned.

Is the Lord Saint repelled? injured?

how is this possible!

Fake, it must be fake!

It's illusion!

Don't try to blind our hearts!

What's the use of illusion to trap us? Still can not escape the fate of being killed one by one by adults.

boom!

The world projection of the torrential river was chopped into pieces by a vacuum. The Saint of the Long River no longer cares about the top, and turns into a streamer and rushes into the sky, disappearing in a blink.

Embers and other reincarnations are still waiting, waiting, waiting ...

Lord Changhe, won't you really escape?

...

The sky in the wasteland world is unknown, and the fog is thicker as it goes up.

Although the sun can be seen on the ground, it can reach tens of thousands of meters, hundreds of thousands of meters high, but the light is getting dimmer and the resistance is getting stronger.

It is difficult to enter a world.

It's not easy going out.

The barriers protecting the world may seem like a thin film, but even the saints cannot come in and out at will.

When the Holy One of the Long River descended, it took advantage of the power of the Temple of Reincarnation and the high cost of resources.

It's easier to get out, but he needs time to penetrate the wall of the world.

The Changhe Saints are really afraid that those people will chase themselves, and their bodies will be slightly injured!

"Damn Terra!"

"Isn't the upper dimension of Gao Wei collapsed? Shouldn't those races escape like dogs from a bereaved family ?!"

The wasteland world is a plane, and the outside world is not the cosmic starry sky.

He shuttled in the thick fog, and could no longer see light, no life, nothing.

at last,

The sage of the Long River glanced through the heavy fog, and saw a huge hollow in the distance, slowly rotating.

"The broken gap in the world has been found!"

The halo blooms all over him, like a beam of light passing through the hollow.

There was also resistance at that moment, but it was much weaker. The Holy One of the River was only blocked for a moment, and penetrated without any obstacles.

When he was outside the plane, there was no boundless void, and his power was no longer restricted. A gigantic ghost appeared around him, the glow of the ghost glowed, and the wind of annihilation completely disappeared when it came near.

Faint eyes stared into the hollow, toward the colorful world film wall.

He sighed, "It's a pity those sacred artifacts."

The sage of the long river knows that perhaps the priest of the dragon dragon, or the king of monroe, will still have action, but at that time, the sacred tool has nothing to do with himself.

His eyes widened sharply.

A few familiar figures flew out of the hollow hole of the world's membrane wall.

Four eyes are opposite,

The Changhe Saint laughed out loud.

It turned out ... I came here! !!

...

Outside the mask wall, there is no void.

Void is more dangerous than the barren universe, and the wind of annihilation blows from time to time, but it is not as high as the high void.

Here, you can see the membrane wall of the wasteland world. It is very huge. The colorful colors occupy most of the field of vision, much larger than the bubbles seen in the high void.

Looking out into the distance, there is nothing but emptiness, and the occasional wind of annihilation, and no colorful bubbles can be seen.

Even if it is a sage, it is difficult to find a new world when rushing in the void. Only in the high void, if you are in a higher dimension, the space distance has been drawn closer by many times. Even a physical shuttle can rush.

Without the help of the teleportation array, at least, there must be a space shuttle rule to enter the hall level, in order to enter the high void by its own strength, which has blocked most of the saints.

The Holy One of the Long River does not seem to be able to step into the high vanity, and there is no escape route for him ...

Tang Yu smiled gradually.

The Saints of the Long River couldn't wait to shoot, and even worried that these peoples would flee back into the world again.

With a wave of his hand, the world's projection appears. From the virtual reality, the rushing rivers, and some aquatic life can be seen.

As the river swept through, Wei Neng strengthened a hundredfold and a thousandfold, and was placed in the void. A few people of Tang Yu were as small as a mortal facing a hundred-meter-high giant wave.

call out!

Huh!

The empty half-holy body was urged to the extreme, a sword was cut out, driving the law, breaking the water waves, but filled by the more turbulent rivers in the rear.

"How could a mortal body be worthy of deities!"

The half-holy body already has the essence of immortality, but it is too far away from the real immortal body.

The third-tier invincible who can escape from the saints is the ultimate arrogance and the saints against the sky? nonexistent!

Behind the Changhe Saint, a kilometer-high figure appeared, glowing with colorful glow, which made people dare not look straight.

This is the holy order of the Fa phase, and the saint who developed the Fa phase is the perfect body!

boom!

He photographed it with a vortex formed by turbulent water in his palm. The ultimate pulling force made it impossible to escape. The half-sacred body was blown apart under the palm of his hand.

The body was condensed again, and the empty complexion was a bit pale, but it was more war-fighting. He took out a cloak of the same style and slowly took out a second sword from the space ring.

This is a cyan sword, as stubborn as the wind.

"It's a sacred weapon again!" The sage of Changhe's eyes widened.

The sky was originally a swordsman with two swords and three swords. Under the two holy instruments, he could cut off the river of the sage of the long river with one sword, and break the thousands of meters of the sacred order. Dealer!

"Abominable, if I have a proper artifact ...!"

The law of the sages of the Changhe River did not hit each other. The corrupting water law he was best at was not enough to kill. Even now, even if he has the upper hand, the human race is extraordinary, and his breath has not weakened.

At this time,

A hundred-meter-long purple swordmang was cut off from the back of the French phase, the rich purple mangs and colorful glow collided, and the whole void shook violently. The invisible ripples spread out. In the distance, the film of the wasteland world. The walls trembled slightly.

The sage of the long river changed again.

He showed the Fa phase, his momentum soared dozens of times, and he was full of confidence.

This group of people is extraordinary, but it seems to be strong again and again.

Under Nancy's "Ghost Deification", a strong purple atmosphere surrounds you like a dragon, and rises hundreds of meters high ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ I can't see her figure, just the purple dragon and hundreds of meters of sword Keep blasting.

The slashing of the law, the slaying of the soul by Nancy, the face of the Saint of the Long River is already dignified.

‘I ’m just a sacred player who has n’t been promoted. Without a hole card, I wo n’t get much benefit even if I continue to play ...’

He glanced at Tang Yu and Hongyue Yilian, and the bamboo rat chestnut remained in the world to control several samsaras.

Knowing

The idea of ​​grabbing the sacred artifact by himself was defeated.

The task promised to the Saint Dragon Prisoner is even more difficult to complete.

There was no good battle, and the Saints of the Long River were unwilling to continue. The French ministers took a shot with both hands, waves of waves spreading hundreds of thousands of meters, and Nancy and Kong were blasted away from a distance.

The thousands of meters of French phase stepped into the distance, and in one step they stepped out of an incalculable distance. They all went away at a speed visible to the naked eye in the boundless void.

Tang Yu was unhappy.

He didn't know the difference between the waiting person and the Holy One before, but now, he wants to leave after hitting, is it possible?

Yilian held the holy sacred ice, projected the eternal frozen earth world, and instantly opposed the sacred river's long shadow.

The red moon incarnates into the sea, and also incorporates a holy weapon. The sea water of the sea and the water of corrosion interweave against each other, and gradually cover the past.

The saint of the Changhe frowned, regardless of it, and continued to walk farther and faster.

At this time,

His eyes turned grey and dense, and the chains were tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of meters long, each emitting a violent spatial fluctuation. In the blink of an eye, the space around him was completely frozen and blocked.

Holy!

Holy!

Another holy weapon!

The Saints of the Long River have long lost sight of the sacred artifacts, and now they only want MMP.

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