Chapter 722 191. He is the new god
The black sea, the slender gods under the full moon.
Li Xi'an knew what he was facing.
The sublimity of all things, countless timelines, countless universes, the three steps to the other side that none of the supreme beings have ever reached. The sea water kept lapping at the Taixu God's Throne, and the waves swallowed up the worlds one after another. The black mist spread along the tide. Li Xi'an could even see the black sand washed up by the sea water on the Taixu God's Throne.
This is matter outside the universe.
At this moment, the Supreme Glory seems to have turned into the master of the black mist. He drives the black mist to cover the sky and the sun, and controls the actions of the pale creatures, in order to annex Taixu.
Is eating Taixu to obtain nutrients for growth?
Or is it that Supreme Rong itself has a deep connection with Black Mist, and this trip is to help Dayuan eat Taixu.
Li Xi'an no longer thought about it, because the boundless Great Source Apostle had broken through the defense line of the God's Throne. He raised his weapon and stepped into the center of the whirlpool. His golden body was shining, and his powerful arms exerted force, dancing in the morning and dusk. The creature hidden in the black sea water jumped on Li Xi'an's sword regardless of life and death. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, pale scales and thick black blood splashed everywhere.
Li Xian is really too powerful. Even if the authority of his position is removed, he is still an awakened person with an immortal golden body and an immortal king who masters the five elements of Taoism. He stepped into the sea water, which was also avoided, exposing the black sand seabed, and the two swords he waved evoked the vision of heaven and earth.
His figure is getting smaller and smaller, because he has gone deep into the sea of suffering and is far away from the Taixu God Seat, the only place that can be called a barrier. Today, Taixu is submerged in the sea of suffering, and it is difficult to say that any place has surfaced.
Li Xi'an glanced at the cosmic tree in the distance and knew that he didn't have much time. He had to kill the noble new god quickly and return to the original universe. There was no one around here, neither Black Qilin nor Zhu Jiuyin was there. When he raised his head, he could see the filth and sea water rushing towards him. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. , no need to hide your thoughts anymore.
Although it is a pretense of honor, it can still be used. Li Xi'an is very skillful in waiting and looking at the future.
Frankly speaking, he can clearly see and calculate what the future will be like. Just because no one hates him now doesn't mean there won't be any in the future. He has calculated many people. Even if the trinity of Yun Zhongjun is on this chessboard, and even if all things are sublime and resurrected, he is still The chess player is just a little embarrassed.
He deceived Lao Ma. He actually saw the trinity of Yun Zhongjun. Not only that, he also had a glimpse of the black ocean under the white moon, and it will still be the same in the further future.
Until now, he is guiding this time and space towards the future he needs.
For this he could sacrifice many lives, no matter the cost.
He is very normal about death, including his own.
The sixteen-winged god at the end of the sea is getting closer and closer. It is not that he is moving, but that Li Xi'an is walking straight towards him from the encirclement. The Supreme Glory may seem tall and sacred, but its essence is weakness. He is just a newborn, and the child who re-embraces the world would have been easily strangled to death in his infancy even by gods in the past.
The tide rushed towards Li Xi'an, as if hitting an invisible high wall. The sea water where he was was had long been evaporated, and the waving Dusk Sword and Xi Sword constituted an inviolable area where even all-pervasive filth could find trouble.
The Zhoufa was released to the extreme, and Li Xi'an's five senses were expanded to a terrifying level, and even the movement of the god was slowed down. He rotated his swords, and the arcs of gold, jade and hematite sealed off all spaces that could be close to him, and time was also locked. Time had stagnated to the point where he could capture traces of the flow of Tao Yun with his naked eyes.
The material of Xijian, the stainless Kunlun jade, has given full play to its greatest advantage at this moment. If it were a weapon made of other materials, even the best inscriptions on the seal would be corroded by dirt. But Li Xian went deep into the tide of filth and killed countless heads of filth. The blade of the Xi Sword was still as translucent as clear water, and the path of cutting through the tendons was like the sword was showing off its wonderful dancing skills to Li Xian. . The Dusky Sword took on the posture of a bloody dragon, and every turn it took was like a giant dragon roaring. Under this breakout action, Fainting Sword opened up a safe area for Li Xi'an. After being returned by Ying Long, the small sky realm of the Jue Ling Jue Technique forcefully tore open the huge wave of filth. Once the pale substance tried to climb along the blade, the sky realm would instantly erase it.
In the wild dance of the blade, the dirt hit the blade and turned into a rain of blood on the black sand.
He cut through the endless tide like a sharp blade, moving against the tide until he reached the supreme throne of the gods.
They are never afraid of the Li Xian filth that are like meat grinders. Their numbers are endless and they kill them. At the same time, they don't have the ability to think. They just stare at the prey in front of them and tear it into pieces, so no matter how many filth are in their turn, they will never be afraid. The front of Wu's sword becomes a rain of blood, and they will only pounce again.
But when Li Xi'an stepped into the realm of the Supreme Honor, they retreated, forming a perfect arc with the position where the Supreme Honor stood. The filth lingered outside this arc and shrank back, no longer stepping forward. The endless roiling tide did not attack here. Li Xi'an took a gentle sniff. The wind in the area was sweet, as if he had arrived at a mature orchard.
The god with sixteen wings on his back stood motionless, his translucent thin wings turning with light. Even if Li Xi'an approached, he didn't pay attention.
Until Li Xi'an sent the last sword and spear of time into his chest, he still didn't move at all, as if he had become a statue. It was so easy that Li Xi'an found it incredible.
Li Xi'an noticed the countless festering wounds on the surface of Supreme Rong's body. These scars should not appear on the body of a Supreme who symbolizes life. Newborns should be perfect. And as time went by, the swords and guns sank into Supreme Honor's body, those festering wounds seemed to be activated, and began to erode Supreme Honor's body continuously. The roots of the thin wings flowing with endless radiance festered, broke, and smashed into the black sea.
Li Xi'an retreated slowly.
He saw the scene where he killed Supreme Honor, but he didn't expect it to happen like this.
Everything happened too fast.
I'm afraid this is not a new god at all, but the old god who died in the Battle of Kyushu. Everything about him comes from the past, not new life. Sixteen pairs of transparent thin wings fester and break one after another, and the slender and perfect half of the body quickly dries up. He gradually withered under the pale full moon, and through the drooping green sky, Li Xi'an felt his gaze.
Rong looked at him calmly and gently.
He lost his flesh and blood and holiness and became a withered skeleton. He knelt down slowly and lowered his head feebly, as if in prayer. Li Xi'an stood directly in front of Him.
But the Supreme Being will not pray to him.
Li Xi'an turned around and looked straight at the Taixu God's throne that had transformed into a dark hall. The torch in front of the dark door was lit, and the entire hall took on a pyramid structure. From bottom to top, unknown words were lit.
At the end of the sea of suffering, the tide surged again, and the filth things roared and swam around this invisible realm. Countless huge shadows were approaching. Li Xi'an felt the power of these filth things, but they still did not dare to step into this realm.
The Supreme Glorious Death, His realm should have passed away. What are the filthy things afraid of? What are you afraid of?
A sweet taste suddenly emerged from Li Xi'an's throat.
He lowered his head and discovered that at some point, the golden body had been destroyed and he was already wearing pure white robes.