On the top of the sky, there are countless stars with extremely hard materials recording everything.
In the extremely distant Sijiu Xianzong resident, there is also an instrument called "Purple Star Pupil", which can see everything happening in the Heaven-breaking Glazed Palace in high-definition, and can even penetrate through numerous energy interferences and see the essential confrontation.
Bai Ling stood quietly in the center of the altar, perceiving everything and calculating everything. Now she is not only a correspondent on the battlefield, but also an analyst and decision maker on the battlefield.
She suddenly said to Xiaohong beside her: "The energy level of Ancestral Light is higher than that of Cyril's True Demon Origin Qi. In essence, there is no need to fight at all. But Cyril is able to pass through a power that is far superior to that of ordinary creation gods." The strength of the source force, as well as the unimaginable reserve of source force for ordinary creation gods, forcibly narrowed this gap... "
"It's not like he's incapable of fighting against the Goddess of Light..."
"It's just that I don't know what level of light can be achieved by the light of the god of light in the early days." Bai Ling looked at the little red flower beside him and said.
Xiaohong shook her glowing red head, looked up at the rebroadcast images in the sky, and perceived and analyzed every move of the Goddess of Light.
She knew why Bai Ling spoke to her suddenly.
But at this moment, she could only shake her red head, with a regretful expression on her face: "Oh... no, although I am the only divine way of light in the Taichu Continent, it is still too far away. I can't penetrate The depth of the Goddess of Light, maybe, let me go to the scene, I can still have a chance to do it."
When Bai Ling heard Xiao Hong's words, his face was thoughtful.
At this time, the Sky Potian Glazed Palace was in the sky.
The backlash of heaven has already hit Chen Chen's seven orifices to bleed.
Chen Chen completely released the power of the inner universe, and used all the power he could use to resist the backlash of the heavenly dao, but the horror of the backlash of the heavenly dao was unprecedented, much stronger than the kalpa of sentient beings.
The Goddess of Light saw that the Nine Tribulations of Heaven and Dao prevailed, and Chen Chen looked as if he was about to be unable to hold on. She still had no intention of letting go or ignoring Chen Chen, and suddenly pointed at Chen Chen to the light of the abyss!
Chen Chen, who had endured the Heavenly Dao Tribulation, was the best target for a sneak attack.
"Want to sneak attack my brother? Dreaming!" Cyril roared, and changed his position at a faster speed, blocking Chen Chen's front.
At the same moment, the Nine Nether Divine Sword in Cyril's hand had slashed at the Taichu Light. The true meaning of the way of the sword, the true intention of breaking the innocence, and the extremely powerful and vast source of true magic all broke out at the same time, trying to kill the Taichu Light .
The source of true magic gushes out crazily like no money, to the point where the creation gods are stunned, in order to enhance the power of the Excalibur.
As the existence of the pinnacle of creation, he can only rely on the strength and magnitude of the true magic source power to confront the light of the beginning!
"Kacha..." With the crisp cracking sound echoing in the sky and the earth, the Nine Nether Excalibur, which can be called the sharpest and hardest in time, was blown into two pieces by the light...
Cyril was also shocked by the aftermath of the explosion and took two steps back.
Two blows, just two blows, and the Goddess of Light blew up Cyril's saber.
A faint sarcasm appeared on the woman's face: "Now, the weapon you rely on to resist is gone, so what should you do? Use your body to resist my primordial light?"
Cyril wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, grinned and said, "No weapons? Hehe, I'm afraid I have more weapons than you can imagine..."
The voice fell.
Swords with terrifying auras began to appear above the sky.
Each sword seems to have a unique way of the sword, releasing a powerful and piercing divine light, and some even condense a powerful and unpredictable phantom of the sword intention independently.
"After hearing the news of Bai Qionghai's success, I felt that I was very similar to Emperor Anlin." Cyril stood in front of countless unleashed swords of mighty divine light, his eyes were long and his tone was emotional, "They both like to use swords so much I like collecting swords so much... He collected a thousand fairy swords, which amazed all living beings, and will be remembered forever in the Taichu Continent. And my hundred swords, I wonder if I can also be included in the annals of history... "
Yes, there are a hundred swords floating behind him!
Not an adjective, but a hundred genuine artifact-level swords! !
rumbling...
The aura of the divine swords rushed straight into the universe, as if arguing about who is the most sharp. You must know that the divine swords are all arrogant. This spirit, faintly and perfectly matched with Cyril's naivety, twisted into a rope, and erupted with unprecedented shocking sword light.
Cyril holds a divine sword in his hand, and he is already the pinnacle of creation.
Now, what if he wants to use a hundred swords
You know, every divine sword here is a rare treasure, and it is a weapon that the Void Returning Sword Immortals can't reach, and the Hedao Sword Immortals dream of! !
Even though there is already the jewel of An Lin's thousand-handled fairy sword, when the people in the world see the one hundred swords, they are still stunned.
In the entire Taichu Continent, all the creatures who were paying attention to the battle of the Heaven-Pottering Glass Palace, whether down to the minor cultivation of the Dao body or up to the gods of creation, could not help but stare at the screen with wide eyes, or watch the battle from afar.
"What the hell did this Cyril do?"
"This... Are these all divine swords? I don't know how to describe Cyril's financial resources now... Are there really so many divine swords for him to collect in this world?"
"Impossible! I have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and out of the hundred divine swords, I can't recognize ten of them! How can there be so many divine swords for him to collect?"
"Don't forget, Emperor Cyril is the number one refiner of the True Demon Race. It is possible that he collected the materials himself and secretly refined them..."
"This... that's also terrifying... he couldn't have blown up a hundred swords at the same time like An Lin, right?"
"Hiss... Hurry up! Get the quick-acting heart-rescuing pills from my teacher! Hurry up!!"
All living beings thought of An Lin's tragic things for no reason. Even though those swords were not theirs, they still left an indelible shadow in their hearts.
Do this kind of thing in full view.
It's not human at all! !
Seeing Cyril's eyes, all the creatures became panicked.
At this time, the divine sword buzzed, and the sword energy stirred the sky, and countless slashing auras of swordsmanship flooded the sky, overwhelming the Goddess of Light. Just a sliver of swordsmanship aura was enough to split mountains, seas, and sky, and the aura of swordsmanship here has a thousand Thousands of strands!
The endless sword qi that contains Cyril's top-level source power, replaced by other creation gods, would have been smashed into powder by the sword qi, but they could not get within ten feet of the goddess of light, and all of them were purified by the strange halo. light grains.
Guang Tianshen looked forward and found that Cyril had turned into a cosmic-level true demon with monstrous flames. His body was millions of feet tall, and his pupils were as red as two death stars, and they were like two bottomless pools. swirl.
One hundred divine swords quickly became thicker and larger, and each of them became an indescribably huge blade of one hundred thousand feet. The source force was surging, and the edge was endless. It seemed that the deterrent force was even more terrifying, just like a hundred creation gods Pointing to the god of light with a sharp edge.
"In the past, An Lin buried a thousand swords, composing thousands of images of the way of the sword."
"Today, I, Cyril, will control the Hundred Swords and measure the limit of the sword!"
As soon as the words fell, one hundred divine swords erupted with supreme sword power and stabbed down violently!
A hundred swords were thrown at the indomitable Cyril! !
(end of this chapter)