That sigh is still echoing.
Yang Jian's knees bent again, not because he wanted to kneel, but because every meridian in his body was contracting at the same time, and his internal organs seemed to be twisted into a rope by something.
Three-Pointed Double-Edged Divine Saber is leaning on the void, supporting his last dignity.
"Young people with integrity always die the earliest."
The old man's voice was light and airy, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
Tongtian supported Qingping Sword and flew back from a distance. The blood from the corner of his mouth had not been wiped clean, but the sword energy had gathered again.
Four Immortal-Slaying Swords's shadow is shattered, but Qingping Sword is still there.
"Who are you Cultivation?" Tongtian's tone was very calm. He was not begging for mercy, but analyzing the enemy's situation.
"Cultivation?" The old man tilted his head, as if he was thinking about this question.
"What do you call your realm? Immortal Emperor? Above Immortal Emperor?"
He muttered a few words to himself and patted his head.
"Oh, Sacrificial Dao, yes, they call my level Sacrificial Dao."
Tongtian's sword-holding hand did not shake, but the reopened wound on the tiger's mouth began to ooze blood.
Sacrificial Dao.
Above Immortal Emperor.
It exists on the same level as Master.
"Have you been hiding in the deepest part of Primordial Beginning Origin Land?" Tongtian asked.
"Hide?" The old man shook his head, "It's not hiding, it's waiting."
"What are you waiting for?"
"Wait until someone kills that loser White Tower, so that he can get back the little Magic Power he left here to guard the door."
Tongtian's pupils shrank.
It wasn't because of fear, it was because he understood the meaning of this sentence.
The Immortal Emperor Dharma Form that was chopped into pieces by Yang Jian, the so-called Primordial Beginning Origin Land gatekeeper, is actually just a wisp of Magic Power split from the old monster in front of you.
A wisp of Magic Power is Immortal Emperor.
What about the body?
Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear was still in his hand, and the Samadhi True Fire on the tip of the gun ignited again, but the flame was smaller than usual.
"Senior Brother Tongtian, to fight or not to fight? You can give me a happy word."
Tongtian did not answer immediately.
He is calculating.
The instructions given by Master were to let them solve it by themselves, but Master also gave Yang Jian a protective piece Jade Pendant.
That piece of Jade Pendant contains the blow of Master.
"Yang Jian." Tongtian turned to look at him, "Is the Jade Pendant that Master gave you still there?"
Yang Jian lowered his head and touched his left hand to his arms.
Jade Pendant is still there, the warm touch comes from the palm, and the power sealed inside is dormant quietly.
"Here."
"Don't move yet." After Tongtian said this, he turned back to look at the old man, "You said you are Sacrificial Dao Realm, then I have to confirm it."
"How to confirm?" The old man tilted his head.
Tongtian raised Qingping Sword with the tip of the sword facing the sky.
He starts burning Origin.
It is not the kind of release when dealing with Shadow Tower Assassin, but a real burning, using the Peak Mythic Great Luo Cultivation that has just broken through as fuel and injecting it into Qingping Sword.
Sword Intent soared into the sky, and the light beam of Jade Green penetrated the sky dome of Primordial Beginning Origin Land and reached Chaotic Void outside.
"Interception Sect The mountain-breaking sword has been blessed by my lifelong Cultivation. If you can block it with one finger, I will recognize you as Sacrificial Dao Realm."
"Are you crazy?" Nezha stared, "Burning Origin? How many lives do you think you have?"
Tongtian ignored Nezha's shouts.
The green sword light on Qingping Sword has been condensed to the extreme, and the entire sword is buzzing and trembling, as if it cannot bear the power.
"Go."
Cut it out with one sword.
Jade Green's sword light turned into a light belt across Starry Sky. Wherever it passed, the remaining gray peaks of Primordial Beginning Origin Land were all shattered, and even Primordial Chaos Currents was split into two halves.
The old man did not hide.
He didn't even raise his hand, just tilted his head slightly.
Jade Green's sword light hit his body.
There was no roar of collision, no confrontation of Law, not even any sound.
The sword light disappeared.
Like a drop of water falling into the sea, it disappeared silently.
Not even a trace of Dao Marks was left on the old man's body.
Tongtian was holding the empty Qingping Sword, his face was pale, and a large mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Burning Origin's full sword did nothing.
"Have you finished confirming?" the old man asked.
Tongtian propped his body up with his sword and nodded slowly.
"Confirmation completed. It is indeed Sacrificial Dao Realm."
"Then you should die."
The old man raised his right index finger and pointed it at Yang Jian.
Different from before, this time, a gray-white light spot the size of a bean condensed on his index finger.
The light spot is very small, but Yang Jian can feel what is contained in that light spot.
That is not Immortal Power, not Law, not Tao, not any form of power within the scope of his knowledge.
That's the rule itself.
Rules for Destruction.
The ultimate rule for the annihilation of all existence.
Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear stood in front of Yang Jian.
Kong Xuan's Five-Colored Divine Light are also spread out, protecting both sides of Yang Jian.
Tongtian dragged Origin's extremely weak body after burning it, raised Qingping Sword, and blocked the top.
Three people stood in front of Yang Jian, protecting him in the middle.
"You..." Yang Jian said.
"Stop talking nonsense." Nezha said without looking back, "You still have Master's trump card. It would be a great loss if you die."
"Let's hold off this attack while you find an opportunity to use Jade Pendant." Tongtian's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
Kong Xuan said nothing, but the brightness of Five-Colored Divine Light increased to an unprecedented level.
The old man looked at the three figures standing in front of Yang Jian, and A Trace disapproved flashed through his cloudy eyes.
"Block?"
A flick of the index finger.
The gray-white light spot separated from the fingertips and floated in the direction of Yang Jian.
It's not very fast and can even be tracked with the naked eye.
But wherever the light point floats by, the void is disintegrating, Law is disintegrating, and even the concept of "existence" itself is fading.
Fire-Tipped Spear from Nezha came up first.
Samadhi True Fire wraps around the gun body to form a Dao Fire wall.
Points of light drifted into the wall of fire.
The wall of fire split from the middle, and Samadhi True Fire was all extinguished the moment it came into contact with the light point. It was not suppressed, but the concept of "burning" was wiped away from its roots.
The tip of Fire-Tipped Spear's gun began to shatter, turning into powder inch by inch from the tip back.
Nezha's fingers were cut by the shattered Law fragments, and blood spattered.
"Damn--"
He was thrown away by the shock wave.
Five-Colored Divine Light from Kong Xuan came forward.
The light curtain formed by five kinds of Supreme Law blocked the light spot for less than a breath, and then shattered from the center. Five Colors The light scattered like a broken mirror.
Kong Xuan groaned, and two Five Colors feathers behind his back were broken into pieces, and his figure retreated thousands of miles.
Tongtian lifted Qingping Sword and used his body to block the last layer of defense.
The moment the sword touched the light spot, Qingping Sword let out a mournful cry.
This sword, which has accompanied Tongtian for countless epochs, has a crack on its body.
The impact hit Tongtian's chest through the blade of the sword, and he flew backwards like a paper kite with its string cut off, tumbling countless times in the void.
All three lines of defense collapsed.
The gray-white light spot passed through all obstacles and floated in front of Yang Jian.
Yang Jian Looking at the light spot so close at hand, I felt a sense of suffocation coming from deep within my bones.
It's not pain, it's not pressure.
It's powerlessness.
Pure, complete, powerless.
His hand reached for Jade Pendant in his arms.
The moment the fingertips touched the surface of Jade Pendant, a familiar force surged out of Jade Pendant.
The power of Master.
But the light spot was already as close as the tip of my nose.
Yang Jian can see the Destruction rules surging in the Pure Light points, like countless gray-white snakes twisting.
He held Jade Pendant tightly and poured all Immortal Power into it.
Jade Pendant exploded.
A golden ray of light rushed out from the shattered Jade Pendant and blocked Yang Jian.
The moment the golden light collided with the gray-white light spots, the entire Primordial Beginning Origin Land lit up.
For the first time, A Trace's serious look appeared in the old man's cloudy eyes.
"This breath..."
The golden light blocked the gray-white light spots for three breaths.
Only three breaths.
After three breaths, the golden light also began to fragment.
The attack sealed in Jade Pendant did block Sacrificial Dao Realm's attack, but it could only block three breaths.
The light point passed through the golden fragments and continued to approach Yang Jian.
Yang Jian's protective trump card has been exhausted.
Tongtian was knocked away, Nezha was injured, and Kong Xuan retreated thousands of miles.
The combined strength of four people cannot stop Sacrificial Dao Realm's finger.
The old man's voice came from far away, with A Trace amusement.
"That Master of yours only left you so few cards?"
Yang Jian knelt in the void, looking at the slowly approaching gray-white light spot, and moved his lips.
The light spot was still three inches away from his eyebrows.
Two inches.
One inch.
In the distance, Yin Jiao drove Chaos Ancestral Dragon and rushed towards us like crazy, roaring at the top of his lungs.
"Junior Brother Yang--"
The old man's index finger clicked out again, this time the target was Yin Jiao, and another gray-white light point floated out.
Yang Jian's Three-Pointed Double-Edged Divine Saber is inserted diagonally into the void, and Pangu Axe Fragment is as dim as scrap metal.
All trump cards are exhausted.
That finger, carrying Destruction's cold rules of all things, was forced to the center of Yang Jian's eyebrows.