"Then you three will die together."
After saying this, Primordial Beginning Origin Land was quiet for about two breaths.
There is no expression on the old man's face Transformation, because he has no extra expression to change, and everything that should be broken has been broken.
Abyss From the bottom of the crack, a blue-gray light beam rushed up, followed by a dark red light beam.
Two figures emerged from the crack.
The one on the left is tall and thin, wearing a blue-gray robe, with a face as narrow as a blade, with sunken eye sockets and glowing blue eyes.
The one on the right is short and fat, wearing a dark red robe, and his facial features are crowded together on a fat face, but his eyes as big as mung beans move faster than anyone else.
The two of them had just emerged from the crack and before they could stand still, they saw the scene in front of them.
The short and fat one spoke first, his voice hoarse and vague as if he hadn't woken up.
"Brother Lingyuan, what happened? Who killed White Tower?"
The old man called Lingyuan did not answer immediately, but just gestured in the direction of Gu Changqing with his eyes.
The tall and thin one looked at Gu Changqing for two seconds with squinted glaucoma eyes.
"That's it? The one wearing a tattered robe?"
Lingyuan's throat moved and he whispered something, so only three people could hear it.
"Try his scent."
The tall and thin man didn't say anything, and just felt it.
The moment he walked out, his face changed.
It's not the Lingyuan kind of reform that collapses little by little, it's a direct change, like someone took a rag and wiped it hard on your face, and all the disdain was gone.
Chubby's reaction was slow for a beat, and then he sensed it, and then his mung bean eyes suddenly widened.
"What the hell is this state of affairs?"
Lingyuan smiled bitterly.
"I asked before, but he didn't say anything."
The three of them stood side by side above the Abyss crack, facing Gu Changqing. Their respective Cultivations were surging on the surface of their bodies. Off-white, blue-grey, and dark red, three other Sacrifice Dao-level breaths were intertwined, turning the surrounding Chaoss into a three-color vortex.
But those three breaths dispersed automatically when they came within three feet of Gu Changqing, like water hitting some invisible dividing line.
"Everyone is here?" Gu Changqing asked.
Lingyuan's lips moved, wanting to say something to buy time, but Gu Changqing didn't give him a chance to speak.
"If you touch my apprentice, you will die."
Eight words, the voice is not loud, it is no different from the usual tone of Yang Jian ordering Yang Jian to serve tea and pour water in Ruined Temple.
But at the same moment after saying these eight words, Gu Changqing raised his right hand.
Palms face up, fingers slightly spread.
Things have changed.
It's not the sky of Primordial Beginning Origin Land. The sky of Primordial Beginning Origin Land has long been shattered by the previous Immortal Emperor Dharma Form. There is no sky here.
What has changed is something higher up.
Above Chaos, above the void, above Law, the Vault that is invisible to the naked eye and maintains the operation rules of the entire the Firmament Realm, the moment Gu Changqing raised his hand, a seam opened across dozens of Star Domain.
Golden light shines through the gap.
It's not gold from Immortal Power, it's not gold from Incense Offerings Vow Power.
That is the Origin color of Tao.
Golden light poured down from the gap, gathered, rotated and condensed above Gu Changqing's palm.
A handprint is formed.
The size of the handprint was only about ten feet at first, but in the next breath it expanded to a hundred feet, a thousand feet, ten thousand feet, and a hundred thousand feet.
Sect Master Tongtian stood far away, and the hand holding Qingping Sword completely relaxed for the first time. It was not that he was exhausted, but that he no longer needed to hold it.
"What is that?" Nezha's voice came from the side.
Tongtian shook his head.
He couldn't name it, but he could feel that the handprint contained something beyond his cognitive scope.
That's not a spell, it's not Divine Ability, it's not Law's application.
That's the Tao itself moving.
The handprints became larger and larger, and eventually the boundaries were no longer visible. The entire Chaos Starry Sky was dyed with golden light, and every remaining Stars cast a small black dot in the golden light.
Lingyuan's knees could no longer hold up and he knelt down with a thud.
It's not that he's kneeling Gu Changqing, it's his body that's kneeling.
Cultivation of the Sacrificial Dao Realm, Physical Body of the Sacrificial Dao Realm, Primordial Spirit of the Sacrificial Dao Realm, all the things he was proud of were disintegrating on their own in front of that handprint.
The tall, slender gray-grey old man kneaded the secrets with his hands, and dense Runes gushed out from his body, which was the forbidden technique Primordial Beginning Origin Land suppressed at the bottom of the box.
The short, fat, dark red old man opened his mouth and spit out a small black tower. The tower had nine floors, and each floor was engraved with the Ancient Times seal pattern.
"Block him!" Lingyuan roared, clasped his palms together, and condensed all the Destruction rules in his body into a gray-white shield wall, lying in front of the three people.
Yin Jiao watched this scene from behind, his lips twitching.
"Is this the strength of Master?"
Chaos Ancestral Dragon didn't answer. It lay in the void, its head lowered to the lowest angle, and it didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Twenty Million Army was also quiet, everyone was looking at the golden handprint that obscured the entire field of vision.
Gu Changqing looked at the three Sacrificial Dao Realm Ancestor hurriedly building up defenses, their expressions were nothing Transformation.
"Why bother?"
Press your palm down.
The fingerprints are gone.