Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 911 - 701 (Grand Finale) Fatian Xiangdi + Bright Future_2

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Chapter 911: Chapter 701 (Grand Finale) Fatian Xiangdi + Chapter 702 Bright Future_2

The reason why Zhou Ping’an never paid much attention to these things, simply imagining that over time, as the bullets fly, once the game is set, naturally, there would be no other sects in the land.

No need for any bloody means to enforce.

Because, for thousands of years, he had never heard of any sect having a true god manifest, at most, it’s just some legends, true or false.

They’re all fake, what’s there to care about?

But now, he found that he was somewhat careless.

If during those thousands of years of the past, these sects were fake, without threats, that’s understandable.

But now, things are vastly different.

With the passage of the third war, the use of taboo weapons seems to have shattered a superficial shackle.

While advanced technology receives huge improvements, ruins are found across various places.

Not to mention far away.

Just in Dongjiang, there is the General’s Tomb and Zhao Yue Ruins, these unscientific existences were discovered, and high-level powers beyond ordinary imagination emerged from them.

Given such things can appear in Dongjiang.

How can one be sure that in other ruins, there aren’t some backup left by legendary deities or spirits?

No doubt about it.

The Red House right in front found such legacy items.

Within the Heavenly Eye Horizon, watching the silver-white light screen appearing around the buildings below, Zhou Ping’an’s face nearly turned pitch black.

It is precisely the emergence of this light film that makes one’s heart have no forewarning.

Only when seeing it did it trigger Crisis Perception.

The crisis comes not only from within the interior of the red building complex but also from above the void.

"Internal threats, external foes. This Bright Church has given me quite a surprise, hasn’t it?"

"Fatian Xiangdi!"

Zhou Ping’an saw the light film, Crisis Perception emerged in his mind, no more hesitation.

Suspended in the air, his form swelled wildly as if inflated.

The sky’s wild winds spun, clouds shredded into nothing, moonlight silver glow scattered, and his body grew larger and larger, like towering giant peaks.

Below in the city, cries of alarm had already erupted.

First one or two voices, then immediately followed by tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands simultaneously screaming in shock.

Clearly, under the conditions of fierce winds and star-lit skies, a giant thousands of meters high appearing mid-air was truly heart-stirring.

"What is that?"

"It looks somewhat familiar, it’s Zhou Ping’an..."

"How could he become so huge, could he really be a god spirit?"

"Put down the gun, don’t do anything, pray, quickly pray, no disrespectful actions."

Within the White House, the newly appointed chairman, veins bulging on his neck, shouted hoarsely.

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Chapter Seven Hundred Two: The Bright Road Ahead

In the Southeast Guardian Mansion, Chu Wenli and Shang Siqi watched the satellite screen showing the giant covering half the city, astonished and speechless.

For a moment, the mansion was silent.

In Dongjiang City.

The television screen had just switched to satellite signal, immediately cheers erupted upon seeing the mountain-like giant.

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"Break!"

Zhou Ping’an pressed down fiercely.

The enormous shadow crashed down the sky, causing tremors with blazing electric light following, a pitch-black deep hole exploded at the Red House location.

The silver-white light film buzzed and turned blood-red, countless blood-colored thorns grew on top, clawing and whipping wildly with the wind.

In everyone’s ears, it was as if holy chants were heard, amid solemn heavy singing, hundreds to thousands of blazing white lights shot straight into the sky...

"Certainly well-prepared."

Zhou Ping’an snorted coldly.

He added force to his palm, causing seismic palm measurements.

Boom...

A colossal palm imprint appeared on site.

The light film, blazes, and blood thorns all transformed into ashes.

Bishop Brown, dressed in bright red robes, just took flight when swept away by the gust, his body turned into blood mist and vanished.

Countless white robed believers, hands on chests, numbering a thousand people, were simultaneously eradicated.

Only on the high platform, a heroic young man in golden armor with a great sword had six dazzling wings appeared behind him, withstanding the palm imprint, transformed into rainbow light, and in a flash shot into the sky.

Escaping as a stream of light.

"Useless."

Zhou Ping’an snorted coldly once more.

The opponent’s surrounding self-contained space surprisingly counteracts his brute force strike.

Moreover, transforming into rainbow light, the escape was extremely fast, in a flash had crossed tens of thousands of meters, almost catching up with his Wind Control speed.

However, Zhou Ping’an had already unleashed the Law of Heaven and Earth, his physique strong to the point of fear, he raised his head slightly, grinned, flipped his palm, and reached out.

"Picking Stars."

At this moment, the "Picking Stars and Moon" Divine Skill revealed its true form.

One palm reached out, traversing layer upon layer of space interlayers, stretched over hundreds of miles, grabbed that rainbow light, caught the gold armor within, no matter how the Six-winged Light Man struggled and roared, the five fingers clutched tightly, yet remained unmoving.

Zhou Ping’an guessed correctly.

The opponent, though having recovered some god power, due to the short time, hadn’t reached full peak.

The six wings gathered light, the power level they displayed was only about ten million pounds.

Compared to Zhou Ping’an’s power under the Law of Heaven and Earth mode, they were thousands of times short.

Just like a fly, caught in Zhou Ping’an’s hand, not to mention breaking free, even when the giant sword slashed at the side of Zhou Ping’an’s massive palm, it was like striking steel with straw, not even cutting off a single sweat drop.

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