Bang bang bang! ! !
I saw that the cursed black coffin sealed in the creation ball burst into a horrible black atmosphere, containing darkness, curse, evil, resentment and other powers, turned into big hands, and hit the creation ball fiercely. Above the inner wall.
Suddenly, thousands of horror hands slapped frantically, making banging noises, trying to smash and erode the creation ball.
The big black hands are like ghost hands, making people feel palpitating. If they really break through, they will probably explode with terrible power and wipe out countless creatures.
It is a pity that the power of the Creation Sphere isolates everything, no matter how terrible the power of cursing the black coffin is, it cannot break through, and is always trapped in the Creation Sphere.
Whoosh!
In the next second, Xia Ping immediately took the Creation Ball back and fell into his hands.
"Sure enough, this innate magic weapon cursed the black coffin."
He felt very satisfied. After sealing the cursed black coffin, it was equivalent to breaking an arm of the Illusory Race, abolishing most of their backhands, and there was no more threat.
And if you get this innate magic weapon, if you can completely refine it, I'm afraid you can get infinite power. With this terrible curse power, you can run across the universe without any scruples.
Even if you encounter a powerful enemy, this can also be a killer.
"Well, there are no more treasures here, so let's go away."
Put the creation ball in the mountain river bead space and temporarily store it, Xia Ping wanted to leave the illusion world, after all, there was a fierce war in this place, and he didn't know what would happen next.
The so-called gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, he does not need to stay in this dangerous place.
"Wait, the time and space of this illusion is sealed, and it is impossible to leave."
Xia Ping's heart moved and found that the time and space around the illusion was sealed by a tyrannical magic weapon, and the surrounding world was suppressed by layers of worlds, and it was no longer possible to escape through space.
Although he can use the space of the mountain and river bead to leave here, but the mountain and river bead is to stay in the illusion, and this magic weapon may also be discovered by other saints and obtained by others, and the gain is not worth the loss.
"Forget it, stay in the fantasy world for the time being, and then leave after the war is over."
He touched his chin, and with the ability of the invisible mask, he could change a lot. Even the invincible saint could not find his whereabouts. Even if he stayed in the illusion, he would not be found by others.
Whoosh!
Thinking of this, Xia Ping's figure flickered, and temporarily left the treasure house, came to a corner of the illusion, and went into hiding.
"By the way, let's see how the battle is going."
After evading, he wanted to understand the state of the war between the fantasy race and the human race, and immediately ran the Hell Golden Crow Eye, immediately shooting out two terrifying golden lights, penetrating the void, revealing the coercion of Henggu.
The two supreme eyes seem to have traveled through countless spaces, countless latitudes, and descended beyond the illusion.
Boom~~
In an instant, Xia Ping immediately saw the situation outside the illusion world. At this moment, the void space outside the illusion world had become a super battlefield, and countless saints were fighting.
Among them, the immortal saints are just soldiers. The real main force is the Primordial Saints, and even the invincible saints. Other saints have no room to intervene under such high-level battles.
The terrifying powers of one after another are vertical and horizontal, as if they are condensed from the laws of the universe, containing terrifying power of time and space, and the power of any law is enough to destroy him.
The current level of war is not something Xia Ping can intervene at all. With his cultivation base, it is estimated that if he enters the center of the battlefield, he will die.
"Um?!"
Xia Ping's heart moved, and he suddenly discovered that there were a few extremely tyrannical auras on the periphery of the war, as if they were the universe themselves, and all the power of the law revolved around them. He was horribly tyrannical, and he was an invincible saint.
These must be terrifying figures at the level of the ancestors of the human race, but they did not take action.
And the only human invincible saint who shot, the aura penetrates the heavens and the earth, shakes the nine heavens and the wild, with one person's power to compete with the eight ancient saints of the fantasy race, and an invincible saint.
This person Xia Ping also knew, and he was his master Beiming Saint.
"The master is here too."
Xia Ping was very surprised, but at this moment he also felt the power of the Beiming Saint. One person can contend with eight Primordial Saints and one invincible Saint. One can imagine the combat effectiveness of the Beiming Saints.
Now the power of the human race has the absolute upper hand, and even here, not only the human saints are taking action, but the saints of other races are also beating the water dogs, causing the fantasy saints to fall.
"Damn, you can't continue like this, you can't be entangled by this damn Beiming, otherwise all the low-level saints of our fantasy race will die." It was the fantasy ancestor Olasg who was speaking, and he reached the invincible saint's. Realm, he is also the strongest of the fantasy race, the real pillar.
His face was very ugly at this time, because he could see that the sage of Beiming in front of him did not exert all his strength, but was only entangled with them, the purpose was to contain them, the strongest of the fantasy race.
It can be said that as long as the Beiming Saints contain them, it is enough. As time goes on, the fantasy saints will be strangled. After all, the human race now has an absolute advantage, and the fantasy race is absolutely not an opponent.
Once those low-level saints were beheaded, then he really became a bachelor commander.
Not to mention, there are still several old antiques of the Human race nearby. The reason why those old antiques did not take action is probably to prevent the fantasy dog from jumping over the wall, and what kind of killer is there.
On the other hand, I'm afraid it is to train the sage of Beiming.
Thinking of this, Olasggar was even more annoyed. He was the ancestor of the Illusory Race, in the realm of invincible saints, almost standing at the pinnacle of the universe, but now he was treated as a trial object, which is really unreasonable.
"Ancestor, what should we do?"
The other eight Primordial Saints asked.
"Fight with him, do my best, and in an instant severely inflict this sage of the North, and then run the exquisite holy artifact, the mirage fog beads, to escape, and can't fight with it." Illusory ancestor Olasgge was very calm, he knew A saint who has reached this level is very difficult to kill, not to mention that there are still a few old antiques of the human race watching around, how can he kill the saint of Beiming.
So now their only way out of the fantasy clan is to escape, and if they continue to fight, the fantasy clan will die.
"Yes, ancestor."
The eyes of the Eight Great Illusory Clan Primordial Saints showed a trace of killing intent. They felt Olasgge's determination to fight to the death, and now there was no other way.