At this moment, the battle of these dozens of middle ancient saints is getting more and more fierce, and it is simply a real fire.
They simply resorted to their best efforts to smash the universe to the ground, and cracks in time and space appeared everywhere.
Fortunately, this place is in the Eternal Light Realm. The former God Ming Dong Mansion is extremely strong, even if the saints fight against each other, they can't destroy the Eternal Light Realm much.
If it is outside, I am afraid that a great world will be blown up by these medieval saints.
But at this moment, a figure appeared above these saints, and it was Xia Ping.
"who?!"
Many medieval saints were taken aback, all of them were frightened, because Xia Ping's reality was silent and did not cause any temporal and spatial fluctuations.
Moreover, their spiritual consciousness did not perceive the existence of Xia Ping at all, as if they appeared out of thin air.
For a moment, they all stopped their hands in fright.
Bloodline Supernatural Power-Hell's Golden Claw!
In an instant, Xia Ping didn't mean to talk to these saints at all.
Boom~~
After being promoted to the Middle Ages and comprehending the law of time, Xia Ping's strength was horribly tyrannical. He smashed it with one claw, and the flow of time for tens of thousands of light-years slowed down, and time and space were distorted.
Vaguely, a dark golden giant claw appeared in the depths of the void, spanning tens of millions of kilometers, as if it could easily squeeze a planet.
On the dark golden giant claws, dense dark golden runes appeared, and the entire claw seemed to be condensed with a strong source of flame energy, exuding an unparalleled aura of destruction.
As if this claw appeared, the entire time and space stopped, and countless time and space pictures emerged, as if epic history was presented, filled with vicissitudes and ancient times.
"How can it be?!"
"What the hell is this guy?"
"What is going on?!"
These middle-aged saints were scared to death. They had never felt such a tyrannical power of time and space, as if this claw was blasted down at them, and all the auras of the whole body were locked.
Not only is the body's qi machine locked, it should be that time and space are frozen at this moment, they are like a bug under this giant claw, there is nowhere to escape.
Even if they try to operate the space-time realm on their bodies and break free from the constraints of the laws of time and space, this is of no use at all. Their power is as weak as a baby and cannot be resisted at all.
Boom!
With just one blow, the bodies of these middle-aged saints shattered, as if they were crushed into a mass of meat sauce by the force of time and space, unable to hold them even for a second.
"I am too strong now."
Xia Ping felt an outrageous force gushing from the depths of his body, and he found that his every move could pull the flow of time and space.
Kill it with one claw, the power of time and the power of space work together, strangling frantically. I am afraid that ordinary immortal saints will be instantly killed under this claw, and their souls will be destroyed.
"Huh? Not dead?"
Xia Ping raised his eyebrows. He found that the medieval sages who had hit his claw seemed to be still alive, but the other party was also a sage at the peak of the Middle Ages. He understood the realm of time and space, and his vitality was extremely tenacious, and he was not so easy to kill. exist.
But even so, he was severely injured when he hit one of his claws. Some of the fragile Medieval saints were even in a state of dying, anger as if they were floating.
"You, what kind of dragon are you?"
These middle-aged saints who were blown by one claw were shocked and inexplicably, they did not expect that it was just a blow, and they were blown up like babies.
Obviously, the opponent is only a dragon saint in the early Middle Ages realm, but he can display such terrifying time and space power, which is beyond their imagination.
"You can call me Wu Wudi."
With a bang, Xia Ping grabbed these severely wounded medieval saints instantly, and all fell into his hands along with the saints of the Phoenix tribe.
These medieval saints were not his opponents in their heyday, not to mention that they were severely injured by one of their own claws, and couldn't resist his power at all.
With just a breath, these severely wounded medieval saints fell into his hands, and he used six sealing techniques to seal the power in the body and directly imprisoned them into the world of Shanhaijing.
And Zhu Rongcao naturally fell into his hands.
"Zhu Rongcao, this is indeed the legendary Zhu Rongcao, it's incredible."
The green bull next to him couldn't help but screamed, excited.
Xia Ping also looked intently and looked at the Zhu Rong grass in his hand. On the surface, it was a 30 cm tall grass, but the whole body was solidified by red molten lava, emitting raging heat, and at least it surpassed it. A high temperature of 100 million degrees.
When ordinary life approaches, Zhu Rongcao will be burned to death in an instant.
Vaguely, this Zhu Rong grass exudes a trace of divine nature, which seems to be above other holy medicines.
Even a person with no knowledge, seeing this Zhu Rong grass, can feel that it contains a strong flame source energy in its body, which is beyond the flame holy medicine Xia Ping has seen.
"It's incredible."
Seeing the Zhu Rong Grass in his hand, Xia Ping felt the blood of the Hell Golden Crow in his body boiling. It seemed that every Hell Golden Crow cell was gushing out his desire to swallow him, as if he could not wait to take this holy medicine right away. All energy is taken as one's own, this is an unprecedented desire.
Even according to his current tyrannical willpower, he can hardly suppress this kind of emotion. This is simply the purest instinct of being a Hell Golden Crow.
One can imagine how much Xia Ping longed for Zhu Rongcao.
"Um?!"
Suddenly, deep in Xia Ping's body, a strong sense of threat and instinctive warnings from the depths of his bloodline immediately spread.
"Boy, hand over the Zhu Rongcao in your hand."
In an instant, a large dark hand was photographed horizontally from thousands of light-years away, seeming to solidify the time and space of thousands of light-years away, generating terrifying power of time and space, and suppressing everything.
A mighty force that shakes time and space is born at this moment and destroys everything.
It seems that even the middle ancient saints will be easily slapped to death when facing this palm, unable to resist.
"Well, it's the ancient saint who made the shot."
Qing Niu's face was dignified, and suddenly changed drastically.
Its previous master, Shanhe Sage, was an ancient saint. This is a tyrannical existence that surpasses the middle ancient saints and understands the law of creation.
This is almost a god-like existence, far surpassing the powerhouse that the ancient saints could imagine.
Even though Xia Ping was promoted to the early stage of the Middle Ancient Realm, facing the blow of this ancient sage, he felt great danger, and seemed to have a foreboding of death at any time.