From the moment the plane lost contact, several rays of spiritual light burst out in Weigang City, and Yuanshen Dao Tailiang instantly turned into starlight and soared into the sky towards the south.
A sword light flashed across the sky and earth from the energy tower, rushing towards the distance without paying attention. Even the corpse-driving sect buddies who were trying the secret technique of heaven in Junzhi Mountain took action at the same time.
The entire Weigang City's formation was activated, the energy tower was fully started, a barrier invisible to the naked eye enveloped the entire sky, the light of incense spread out, and the city entered a state of full defense.
On the one hand, we have to consider that the enemy may surround the point and attack the reinforcements. At such a long distance, by the time we rush over, it may be too late. However, without a fourth-level transcendent, sending out others will be of no use.
If they send one person alone to rescue Lu Wu, the enemy will most likely kill Lu Wu and then come back to surround the rescuers. By then, two fourth-level warriors will most likely die directly. Even they cannot afford such a heavy loss.
On the other hand, just in case, the other party took advantage of the emptiness of Weigang City to attack Weigang City. Even now, when the Incense Divine Realm has gradually taken shape, the covetousness of various countries for the Weigang City Energy Tower has never disappeared.
The moment the war broke out, satellites from various countries began to watch the changes over the Pacific Ocean, but what they showed was either total darkness or rolling dark clouds, with the high clouds blocking their view.
This great battle at sea attracted the attention of the entire supernatural world, and then the three fourth-level supernatural beings from Weigang City were dispatched at the same time. At the same time, undercurrents surged all over the world, and a large number of supernatural beings rushed to the scene.
All the signs of unrest acted like a fuse, igniting the entire extraordinary world.
"An extraordinary war broke out near the Marshall Islands in the Pacific Ocean. Huge waves rose on the sea, a tsunami swept the coast, and dark clouds covered the sky!" A post was quickly posted on the Extraordinary Forum, with several pictures attached, which quickly detonated the entire Extraordinary Forum.
In the picture, dark clouds covered the sky above the sea in the distance. Thunder, lightning and flames kept exploding between the clouds and the sea. The sea was raising huge waves, which came one after another and rushed towards the coast.
Standing on the hillside, you can see the waves rising hundreds of meters high, like buildings collapsing, rumbling as if the world is being destroyed.
"Look at the picture, this is definitely not a tsunami, but a great battle between extraordinary people!" Some extraordinary people could also see the difference in the picture.
"The dark clouds in the sky are so low, and they are even pressing down, almost touching the sea surface. Although ordinary photos cannot show the fluctuations and traces of magic, this is definitely caused by magic. My God, what kind of magic is this? The range may be more than a thousand meters. How is this possible?"
Someone immediately recognized the name of the spell: "Dark Undead Spell, Death Coming, a fourth-tier exclusive spell of the necromancer Gielgud. It was once used in the southern land of the God and Demon World to kill a third-tier peak bird-shaped monster."
One by one, the extraordinary people quickly came online: "In addition to the necromancer Gielgud, there must be several other fourth-level extraordinary people. The total number of fourth-level extraordinary people in the world, both known and unknown, is no more than a dozen. Which ones started the war in the Pacific Ocean?"
At the same time, in White Harbor on the Antarctic continent, inside an ancient wooden house in the inner city that was watched by countless people and covered with leaves and vines, a powerful existence was also alarmed.
At this moment, it was dark in Baigang. A figure who was sitting cross-legged in meditation suddenly looked up at the sky.
The shocking spiritual light exploded and gathered into a beam of light that shot up into the sky. The beam of light connected heaven and earth and instantly attracted everyone's attention. The huge power actually suppressed the divine power belonging to the energy tower.
The powerful spiritual power fluctuations and the light of magic illuminated the night, and the night turned into day in an instant.
At this moment, that existence seemed to vent its own power without reservation, shocking all the evil spirits who were spying and had ulterior motives.
A pair of huge illusory hands stretched out from the void and directly inserted into the sky.
In an instant, it was seen that the divine domain that suppressed all the extraordinary people and practitioners seemed to be non-existent before this pair of giant palms. Layers of fluctuating power of faith were pierced through. With just his hands, he tore through the barrier belonging to Baigang and penetrated the rune crystal wall that seemed to be able to withstand all attacks in one blow.
Looking up from Baigang at this moment, one can see that the pair of giant palms seem to have pierced through and torn the sky apart. A big hole appeared in the middle of the projected sea of stars and clouds, revealing the real world outside.
"How is this possible!" Everyone who saw this scene was instantly frightened. Even the fourth-level transcendents felt trembling all over, and their bodies that could not sweat felt extremely cold.
"Divine Realm! Even Divine Realm can't suppress him?" A wizard with some signs of beast transformation on his body, holding a wooden staff high, started to chatter with his teeth as he spoke, and his voice became sharp. He was still thinking of some ideas before, but suddenly he felt cold all over. If he had taken action just now, he would probably have died here in an instant.
"How can the power of the fifth level be so exaggerated? Is this the power based on a divine weapon?" On an astrology tower, an astrologer holding a bead looked into the distance, his eyes seemed to have lost sight of the distance.
Everyone looked at the big hole in the sky. A huge body of Dharma like a god or demon rushed out of the hole. The moment it left, the being looked back at the extraordinary giant city under the earth.
At this moment, everyone remembered those terrifying and emotionless eyes at the same time. The powerful posture seemed to penetrate into their bones, suppressing everyone so much that they couldn't even muster the strength to resist.
In a castle villa in a corner of the city, an alchemist wearing a star robe raised his lips and said, "The power of the fifth level, and it is definitely the peak of the fifth level. Fengdu relies on a divine weapon. In this world, I am afraid that only people holding divine weapons can compete with him!"
The two people fighting fiercely in the Pacific Ocean were completely unaware of the changes happening in the distance, let alone whether the fight between the three fourth-level people not far away had ended.
The huge demonic shadow became thinner, and the Taoist carrying the sacred wood coffin was now dyed red all over. The blue Bagua Taoist robe turned dark red, and his whole body began to rot, with black dead spots crawling up his body.
Even his eyes fell out of their sockets, leaving only two big black holes. At this moment, Zhang Ping looked more like a dead man or a corpse-guarding ghost than the necromancer.
If it weren't for the power of the sacred wooden coffin and the remains protecting him, he would have been melted into a ball of meat paste by the power of the evil shadow.
Even so, the all-pervasive force, accompanied by demonic sounds and black light, constantly eroded his protective aura and blood, corroded his soul, and tried to drag him into death at all times and assimilate him into an evil spirit.
"Stop resisting! Come, become one with me. That is your destiny!"
"Being able to resist for this long is already your limit, Zhang Ping. Even your master can only do this!"
The demon shadow on the sea laughed wildly and transformed into a long river of resentful souls and evil spirits, flowing along the sea surface towards the Taoist carrying the coffin, constantly tearing apart the light and formation formed by the white jade tripod.
The white ball of light standing above the sea gradually became thinner, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.
As a black shadow whip lashed out, the white formation was shattered. A large amount of fragments disappeared with the wind, and the talismans turned into smoke.
Finally, only the Taoist was left standing on the sea. The black shadow whip pierced through his chest and was cut off by his finger-turned sword, but it could not stop the black blood gushing out of his chest.
At this moment, the air became quiet, and both of them knew that the final moment had arrived and the ending had been born.
The Taoist priest, who was struggling to survive with the coffin on his back, let his tattered Taoist robe flutter in the strong wind. He raised his face covered with black spots, and looked at the demon shadow in the distance with his dark eyes. Even though he couldn't see it at the moment, he could only sense the other party's position with his spiritual sense.
At this moment, the painful, struggling, and angry expression on his face suddenly became peaceful. The corners of his mouth suddenly cracked, as if he had given up all resistance: "Everyone in the world knows my master Qingyang Sanren, but no one knows Qingyang Sanren's apprentice Zhang Ping."
“Even those who know about it would just say, ‘Oh, that’s the loser who couldn’t even break through to the third level and had to rely on the treasure left by his former master to maintain his strength!’”
The huge black face on the sea opened its mouth and said, "There are always some people in this world who are destined to be supporting roles, aren't they?"
“And some people are destined to stand at the top of the world.”
Thick fog spread out, and thousands of resentful souls and evil spirits pounced towards Zhang Ping. He gave up completely and didn't even bother to dodge, allowing the resentful souls and evil spirits to drill into his body.
He seemed to be recalling his life: "I have been practicing for two hundred years, a full two hundred years, inheriting my master's legacy and the resources of Taishou Mountain, but I have always been able to only hover at the second level. I barely broke through to the third level in the last possible time."
"In this life... there is no hope of immortality!"
The endless resentful souls and evil spirits gathered into a giant face and devoured Zhang Ping and the sacred wooden coffin he was carrying, revealing their extreme greed and desire.
"That's right! That's right!"
"So just like that, merge with me, and let me take you to witness the pinnacle of power and the path to eternal immortality!"
Looking at Zhang Ping who had completely given up resistance, Mo Ying was extremely proud, as if he saw himself returning to the fourth level and standing on top of the world again.
"Even so! I am also a strong man who pursues immortality. I also have the belief and will to achieve enlightenment."
Zhang Ping raised his head, his expression becoming extremely ferocious and resolute: "How can you, a fake who achieved immortality by luck but lost it in an instant because of your lack of virtue and ability, remain in the world?"
"Today, this is where you will be buried!"
The sacred wooden coffin on his back instantly slipped and sank into the sea, while Zhang Ping, holding the white jade tripod, desperately crashed into the stunned and madly retreating demon shadow, instantly detonating the magic weapon that already possessed the essential characteristics of the fourth level.
The endless source symbols collapsed with a loud bang, transforming into a violent vortex storm that rose from the center of the sea. Thousands of resentful souls and evil spirits wanted to fight for it, but they were constantly drawn into it.
The demon shadow, which had originally dropped four levels and had finally recovered some of its resentment, let out a scream of anger.
"Zhang Ping!"
The howling seemed to be filled with endless curses and resentment.
"Your family and your clan will be exterminated because of your actions. I swear on my soul!"
The demon shadow that was swept into the storm once again cast the spell of splitting the soul, and in an instant it dispersed into a small remnant soul, which rolled up its true spirit and original matter and fled into the distance, while its main body disappeared along with the white jade tripod.
However, before it flew very far, it suddenly stopped flying and fled.
The remnant soul lost all the resentful spirits and evil spirits that it could control and transformed into a skinny middle-aged figure wearing a black cloak. That was his original appearance.
At this moment, he raised his head with a dull look and looked at the sea in front of him. In front of him, an existence emitting endless power and divine light blocked his way.
The power emanating from that existence covered the sky and the earth, and the moment it locked onto him, he couldn't even muster the desire to escape. Endless fear rose from his heart, and his entire head went blank.
All I saw was a huge Dharma image over a thousand meters tall sitting upright above the sea, sitting cross-legged above the sea, just like a giant Buddha god sitting cross-legged on the earth, or a mountain pressing on the sea.
It seemed as if as soon as he stood up, he could break through the clouds above the sky, and catch the sun, moon and stars in the sky with just a raise of his hand.
“This… this… this is…”
"What?"
Stamp looked up at the figure, as if for a moment he couldn't believe what he saw.
He only saw the god-like being lowering its head, looking down at the earth, and its eyes like the sun and the moon staring at him: "Ghost Stamp!"
"die!"
"die!"
"die!"
The word "death" was like the words of heaven and earth, echoing throughout the world and in Stamp's mind.
Once the words were spoken, it was as if fate had been determined. A powerful force locked onto his true spirit and traced back to its origin.
The powerful and terrifying force made Stamp realize that he had no possibility of escape. Even if he escaped to the ends of the earth or to another world, he could not escape the fate of death.
Stamp's face was filled with a smile of disbelief, and his eyes seemed to have his confidence and worldview shattered and torn apart: "What a joke, this world, how could this world... How could... there be..."
“There is such a strong person!”
After saying this, Stamp fell into darkness, his true spirit was directly wiped out, and his remaining soul fell into the sleeve of that god-like existence.
Far away in the interior of Antarctica, someone who was the farthest away surpassed everyone else, traveled halfway around the world, and rushed to the battlefield.
At this moment, countless people from the extraordinary world and officials of various countries saw this scene above the sea through satellites. The body of the Dharmadhatu that was as big as a mountain and the power that flowed freely made everyone lose the ability to speak in an instant.
In an instant, the entire extraordinary world seemed to be quiet.
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