"This is the ancient saint who has understood the laws of space. This power is indeed extraordinary, but it is not impossible to contend." Xia Ping squinted his eyes, revealing a hint of cold light.
Minerva, who is a near ancient saint, is absolutely earth-shattering, shaking the eight wilderness, showing the invincible demeanor of the near ancient saint, trying to suppress people and completely suppress Xia Ping, showing the arrogance and dominance of the ancient saint.
Moreover, he stood in place, but he was in a fusion space, with thousands of layers of space folded around, exuding a breath of immortality, almost invincible, unmatched.
With such power alone, a single palm can easily slap an immortal saint into a mass of flesh.
No wonder Minerva is so confident that he thinks he is far superior to the immortal saint.
But Xia Ping is not an ordinary immortal saint.
He possesses the blood of Hell Golden Crow and is extremely talented. The mana that he can contain is more than a thousand times stronger than that of ordinary immortal saints, not to mention that he has also practiced the god-level cultivation technique Pure Yang Immortal Art, and he has also practiced Panwu. The scriptures opened up nine purple mansion spaces, and the mana that can be accommodated is even more terrifying.
It can be said that even if he has not yet been promoted to the realm of the ancient saint and has not comprehended the laws of space, his mana is no less than any ancient saint.
Even his power is far beyond the average of the ancient saints, it is simply a myth out of chaos.
"kill!"
Thinking of this, Xia Ping didn't leave his hands behind, took a deep breath, and immediately sucked the vitality of the world over hundreds of millions of kilometers into his stomach, while running the power of his own blood.
Bloodline Supernatural Power-Hell's Golden Claw!
In an instant, he stepped out with one claw, and the power of every cell in his body exploded, gathering all the power on his fist like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
Even more than seven billion Hell Golden Crow cells in his body vibrated at the same time, and the terrifying Hell Golden Crow flame filled out, as if countless hell runes were condensed in the deepest part of his fist.
Vaguely, behind him, there seemed to be a ghost of the gods and demons of the Hell Golden Crow being born, and the hot flames were burning, and even the surrounding space was burnt and collapsed, producing bursts of intense spatial fluctuations.
The power of the current Hell Golden Crow's flame is also strong enough to affect the space, as if a sun is coming, and a heat wave is rolling across nine days and ten places, like an oven shining through the ages, burning time and space.
The power of this claw is simply earth-shattering, and he peeks at Minerva's palm.
Boom!
This claw immediately suppressed the spatial fluctuations erupted by Minerva's Vientiane Star Hand, and it seemed that a single claw had destroyed countless levels of meta-space.
This is like a claw of the ancient times, shooting horizontally, directly smashing this big hand, all the mana is disintegrated, completely dissipated, no longer exists, all the magical runes are turned into powder
With a snap, Minerva was caught off guard. He didn't expect the power of this claw to be so terrifying that the giant claw penetrated the void, and terrifying waves bombarded him.
With just one blow, his whole person was blown out, coughing up blood on the spot, flying hundreds of millions of kilometers deep in the depth of the dimension, and the surrounding space was constantly shattered.
"impossible!"
Minerva looked at Xia Ping in shock, with an unbelievable look in his pupils: "You are at most immortal. Why is the mana in your body so terrifying that you can actually surpass being a near ancient saint. I’m the law of space? It’s impossible. How did you do it?"
He couldn't believe it, this kind of thing was completely unheard of.
As an immortal saint, he did not comprehend the laws of space, nor was he crystallized or spatialized in his body. The mana that could be swallowed and absorbed in the body was actually limited, just like a limit.
The ancient saints are different. Each cell is like an independent spatial world. Rong Nai's mana is thousands of times that of the immortal saints. I don't know how the immortal saints are opponents of the ancient saints. They don't exist at the same level.
But now this kid clearly didn't understand the law of space, and his power alone was enough to repel himself from spreading out, I don't know how many people were frightened.
If this kid understands the law of space, it's not bad, how terrifying the existence will become, Minerva can't imagine such a situation.
"Don't be afraid of him, no matter how powerful his mana is, no matter how weird his body is, it is impossible to compete with the ancient saints who understand the laws of space. I don't believe that even if I can't beat you for a while, it won't consume you." A red saint sneered, flew out, and attacked Xia Ping.
Even if I saw Xia Ping's supernatural powers, although my heart was shocked, he was still full of confidence, because the ancient saints who understood the laws of space were not only powerful thousands of times in physical content, but at the same time they recovered. The speed of mana is also thousands of times faster than the immortal saint.
They breathe a little, and they can immediately form a vortex, absorbing the endless energy from the depths of the dimension. This is simply an eternal fighter machine. Even if they fight for tens of thousands of years, the mana in the body will not be exhausted.
"Middle Grade Sacred Artifact Chilong Scepter, kill me!"
The saint in red took out a middle-grade sacred tool Chilong Scepter from his body. The top of the scepter was a dragon head, lifelike, exuding a terrifying dragon power, causing violent fluctuations in the surrounding space.
In fact, this middle-grade holy artifact was refined from the corpse of a red dragon, containing the supreme dragon power, possessing the original power of the red dragon, and killing Wushuang.
Boom~~
Holding the Chilong scepter, he blasted towards Xia Ping, and seemed to communicate the dimension of the dragon. The power of the huge dragon origin descended, and it seemed to condense into a supreme red dragon, surrounded by terrifying flames. It was a dragon. inflammation.
Vaguely, this red dragon let out a earth-shaking roar, and there was a strong shock in the surrounding void, condensed into substance, like a ripple, shattering the supreme space.
It seems that this kind of aura can rule the world and kill all living things. The power of the terrifying dragon burst out, extremely violent, even a world can easily explode, this is the dragon of world destruction.
"Stupid, you want to kill me? Fortunately, you can still cultivate to the ancient saints and understand the laws of space. I didn't expect you to see the gap between you and me. It doesn't take long to kill you. Don't say it. You are extremely weak now, and your strength is not seven points. Even in your heyday, I can pinch you to death."
With a swish, Xia Ping grabbed it with a big hand and moved his mind, and the gold slime immediately transformed into a big gold sword with six cosmic gems engraved on it, shining brightly.
Holding this golden sword, standing on the ground with both feet, he immediately felt an infinite force of the earth transmitted from the depths of the earth, as if at this moment he and the earth were integrated and indestructible.