Eye of Heavenly Punishment, collapsed.
Under that man's dull look, he collapsed on his own.
This scene was like an invisible slap, hitting Dao Ancestor Hongjun in the Purple Heaven Palace's face hard.
It's more like a ruthless heavy hammer that smashed all living things in Primordial World, showing the last reverence for the word "Heavenly Dao".
It turns out that Heavenly Dao, who is aloof and in charge of the fate of all living beings, can also be afraid.
It turns out that the arrogant and supreme majesty of Punishment on Heaven's Behalf will tremble like chaff under one look.
"Master..."
Yang Jian looked up at the figure in white, his lips moved, but no sound came out.
His heart was already filled with endless shock and enthusiasm.
This is his Master!
This is what his Master really looks like!
What Heavenly Dao, what Sage, in front of Master, they are all like chickens and dogs!
Nezha was so excited that his face was flushed, and his little fists were clenched tightly. Looking at the collapsing Eye of Heavenly Punishment above Firmament, he wanted to jump up and shout a few times.
Relieve anger!
So relieved!
The frustration and despair of being suppressed and beaten by Heavenly Dao before, watching Nine Provinces's life being destroyed, watching Ruined Temple being blasted into Ruins, were all swept away at this moment!
However.
Gu Changqing's expression did not cause A Trace any ripples due to Eye of Heavenly Punishment's collapse.
It seems that this is just a trivial matter.
His gaze retracted from Firmament and slowly swept across the Primordial Continent beneath his feet, which was on the verge of collapse.
Immortal Slaying Sword Formation has been broken.
Sect Master Tongtian's protection has long turned into a tragedy.
The four Origin elements without restraints, earth, water, fire, and wind, are now raging like never before.
Eastern Victory Divine Continent, endless Earth Vein Fiendish Qi soared into the sky, turning into a gray-black storm. Wherever it passed, all life was cut off, and the fairy mountains turned into dry rocks.
Western Ox Continent, Burning Sky's Southern Bright Li Fire spewed from the center of the earth, turning the billions of miles of Buddha country into a sea of fire, and even the space was burned and twisted and collapsed.
Northern Kuru Continent, Nine Heavens Astral Wind are like billions of heavenly knives, pouring down from the cracks of Firmament, tearing everything into pieces. Whether it is the big demon's Physical Body or Witch Clan's combat body, they are as fragile as paper.
Southern Jambudvipa, Nine Nether Weak Water mixed with the flood from the earth's collapse, submerged Mountains and Rivers, and corroded everything. Only Humanity Nine Provinces Barrier was still struggling to support it, but it was already riddled with holes.
Four Poles is unstable and the heaven and earth are out of balance.
The entire Primordial Continent territory is like a piece of broken glass, splitting into countless large and small plates, falling towards the endless Outer Void.
The wail of the world, the wail of all living beings, the cracking sound of Law...
Countless noisy sounds gathered together and reached Gu Changqing's ears.
His pair of eyes, which were like the ultimate Universe, frowned slightly for the first time.
It seems to be.
A bit noisy.
Then.
Under Primordial World all races, under the gods and Buddhas in the heavens, under the uncertain gaze of the Purple Heaven Palace Hongjun.
Gu Changqing made an action that no one could understand.
He didn't offer any magic weapon.
No incantations were chanted.
Not even mobilizing any earth-shattering Magic Power.
He just stretched out his right hand lightly and slowly.
The five fingers are long and slender, the joints are clear, and the skin is as white as jade, as if it is the most perfect work of art in the world.
He just stretched out his hand, palm upward.
Facing this Primordial World world that is falling apart and moving towards Destruction.
Virtually.
One pallet.
This action is very light.
It's so light that it doesn't carry any wind A Trace.
This action is very gentle.
So soft that it seems to be holding up a falling feather.
This action is extremely simple and ordinary.
But just such a simple action made the whole Primordial World suddenly quiet!
Time seems to be infinitely slowed down at this moment.
The eyes of all living beings involuntarily focused on his jade-white palm.
They are waiting.
What will happen after waiting for this?
Among the Purple Heaven Palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun pushes Divine Sense to the extreme, locking every tiny movement of Gu Changqing.
He couldn't figure it out.
Faced with the collapse of the entire world, the rampage of Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind, and a catastrophe of this level, even if Great God Pangu was resurrected, he would still need to hold Pangu Axe in his hand and exhaust all his energy before he could Creation again.
What does this person want to do when he reaches out his hand?
Holding up the heaven and earth?
How ridiculous!
To use flesh and blood to carry a collapsing world?
This is something even Heavenly Dao can't do!
This is no longer arrogance, but ignorance!
However.
The very next moment this thought flashed through Hongjun's mind.
His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead!
Because.
He saw it.
The moment that white jade-like palm made the action of "lifting up".
The entire Primordial World is above the Firmament.
one hand.
A giant hand whose size cannot be described in any words appeared without any warning!