Myriad Heavens King Map, His Own Fist Technique
"How dare you!"
Butterfly Love True Lord's beautiful eyes were filled with anger, and the precious robe she wore was adorned with fluttering butterflies.
The scroll, engraved with images of countless butterflies paying homage, transforms into a multitude of runes rising and falling, with sacred poems appearing and disappearing on it.
She raised her hand and pointed, and a light barrier as thin as a cicada's wing appeared in front of her, blocking the Destruction light shot from the Ten Absolutes Grand Formation.
The powerful figure behind him looked shocked. Everything happened too fast. In the blink of an eye, the Giant Spirit True Lord was gone, completely dead.
This was completely unexpected; I'd never seen anything like it before.
They were powerful beings from the True Realm, yet they were attacked by creatures from the Lower Realm, which is utterly baffling.
The powerful figures from all walks of life in the Primordial World were shocked and dumbfounded.
"We killed a powerful figure from the True Realm...?"
The unexpected situation took the upper hand from the start, and the flames of hope were rekindled in the hearts of those who had been in despair.
It seems promising!
The situation is not bad.
"The Ten Greatest Techniques of Heaven and Earth, Slaying Ten Thousand Enemies!"
Ziwei shouted loudly, unleashing a tremendous aura. Immediately afterward, the remaining nine people responded in kind.
It drew upon the power of the Primordial World universe, evolving into a deadly technique that struck across endless time and space.
A radiance that seemed to pierce through time and space, sweeping across the vast universe, bombarded Butterfly Love True Lord and his companions.
We must seize this opportunity to crush our opponent, giving them no chance to breathe.
"Damn it, kill them! Those who offend my Primordial World, no matter how far away, shall be punished!" Qiangliang roared, his body wreathed in astonishing lightning, spewing out endless lightning punishments.
It roared away, its flight echoing across billions of miles of sky.
"Town!"
In the True Realm, True Lord Yi, dressed in a white robe, raised his hand and waved it, causing the void to light up and form a huge celestial map.
With mountains and water, and twinkling starlight, each point of light is a microcosm of a world, breathtakingly beautiful.
This painting is composed of countless worlds; every stroke and every line is outlined by these worlds, ultimately forming a magnificent ink painting.
This divine image suddenly expanded, covering the sky and shining upon the Primordial World heavens.
Instantly, boundless divine power erupted, transforming the world and influencing the ten cardinal directions of heaven and earth, thus neutralizing all attacks.
"Under my Myriad Heavens King Map, will your formations still be effective?"
Yi Zhenjun smiled faintly and said, this technique is his great magical power, which can create thousands of worlds with one thought, so as to change the pattern of the ancient world.
A disguised way to break the formation.
Ziwei and the others' expressions changed slightly. They were indeed affected and unable to mobilize the full power of the Primordial World, which was very damaging.
"The Myriad Heavens King Map, Recreating Qiankun!"
"Take it!"
With a cold shout, True Lord Yi activated the divine diagram that obscured the Primordial World sky, which slowly began to rotate, revealing countless shining stars—each a world in its own right.
The power of countless ages erupted, causing a terrifying force to suddenly emerge throughout the entire Myriad Heavens King Map.
The vast void seemed to be like a tablecloth being pulled up, frantically shrinking towards a single point.
On the vast land, the sacred mountains and great rivers twisted and contracted, rushing towards the royal map in the sky.
Even living beings are not exempt; all those enveloped by this power will be turned into paper figures and dragged into the Myriad Heavens King Map.
"Ah! What is this thing? I'm going to die..." A powerful expert at the level of Daluo Golden Immortal looked at his hand in horror.
The magical power within his body had been petrified and could not be mobilized. He watched helplessly as he turned into a paper doll, about to merge into the royal map.
Even powerful beings at the Primordial Origin Sage were not spared.
Enveloped by this power, Qilin Child's expression froze, and horror appeared in his eyes.
The magical power within his body was constantly petrifying, starting from his feet and spreading upwards.
Just as he was about to reach the crucial point, Qilin Child could no longer hold back and let out a roar of shock and anger that echoed throughout the heavens.
With a swift movement of his arms, he furiously blasted the sky, unleashing a deafening explosion.
Its power is terrifying and unmatched, but under the Myriad Heavens King Map, it is like an ant trying to shake a tree, without causing the slightest ripple.
They were all swallowed up, leaving not even a trace on the scroll.
"If you can't win, run!"
Qilin Child was decisive. Seeing that he could not shake the Myriad Heavens King Map, he gritted his teeth and cut off his own legs from the thighs to stop the mysterious power from eroding him, otherwise he would turn into a paper doll.
Then he resolutely flew away, trying to escape, but he found that no matter how he tried to escape, he could not leave the area of Myriad Heavens King Map.
"Damn it!"
The Qilin Child roared in anger, but he had cut off the leg too early. The crucial part of the leg moved and turned into a piece of paper.
It changed from a cylinder to a flat shape.
Not only the Qilin Child, but all living beings in the world are like this, powerless to resist under the cover of the Myriad Heavens King Map.
Facing a powerhouse at the sixth level of the Primordial Taiji, the gap between them was like an insurmountable chasm.
"Absorb the Primordial World and make it one of the most important territories in my Myriad Heavens King Map, completing the final piece."
The True Lord Yi resounded throughout the Celestial Sphere, echoing in the ears of all living beings.
Upon hearing this, all living beings felt their scalps tingle and a chill run down their spines.
"Could it be that the world depicted in this picture originated from this?"
People were terrified. If that were true, wouldn't they also become a point of light in the picture?
An inconspicuous spot of light.
"Want to devour the Primordial World? Have you even asked me?" A grand voice resounded, shaking the universe.
Ling Xiao spoke coldly, making a move to block, his body emanating an inexplicable aura, a sense of perfection.
This shows that his Tao and Dharma have become more complete.
He was tempered and refined in the battle against the Seven-Colored True Lord.
"Heh, Ling Xiao, you'd better take care of yourself first," Seven-Colored True Lord said coldly, a strange glint flashing in his eyes as he looked at Ling Xiao.
He sensed the change in Ling Xiao; although he was at a disadvantage in their battle, he remained calm.
Ling Xiao remained calm and said nothing. With a swift movement, three figures appeared.
These three figures possessed powerful auras and differed in appearance, but they shared the same fundamental power.
As soon as they appeared, the three figures flew out together, heading straight for the Myriad Heavens King Map in the sky, their purpose quite clear.
"Hmm? A clone technique? That's rudimentary!"
The Seven-Colored True Lord shook his head and chuckled. Then, with a flick of his body, seven-colored light flew out, transforming into seven Dharma bodies, each occupying a different color.
Whether it's crude or not, you'll only know after you've tried it.
Ling Xiao said calmly, and then threw a punch. In an instant, the world changed color, and an aura of supreme, sacred, and noble power erupted.
It possesses the power to end the past and present, and to annihilate the Great Dao.
It's as if everything has come to an end, reaching its conclusion, heading towards the final ending.
The Origin Divine Fist is the origin of everything, and this one punch is the end of everything.
Quite the opposite!
Seven-Colored True Lord's expression changed slightly. The moment he made contact, he felt the terrifying intent of the fist.
"You created your own style of boxing?"
He asked in astonishment, "Creating a fist technique is not difficult, but creating one that rivals the Origin Divine Fist is somewhat unbelievable."
What right does a native from the lower realm have?