It was not until this time that Fang Yun finally clearly sensed this power.
"That is not the power of the Holy Way at all. It is fundamentally different from my power of decay. My power of decay not only has strength, but also will, like a complete person, while its power of the monument has only strength but no will, like a zombie without thoughts and mind. At the deepest part of that power, it is filled with a deadly aura, just like the power dissipated after the death of the ancestors, which is equivalent to corpse qi."
"Pale Hand!"
The evil spirit in the broken stele slowly uttered a word, which seemed to be the pronunciation of the second word of "Nibei".
Hearing the voice of the evil spirit on the broken monument, all the tribes moved further away, except for the evil creature, the mud, which remained motionless and was still devouring the black treasure mountain.
Boom! Boom! Boom…
There was a sound of something huge rapidly emerging from the water from the edge of Fang Yun Island, and a giant pale hand rose from below on each side of the island.
Each giant hand is a hundred feet long, with a thin layer of white skin covering the bones, and the bones inside are blue-green, making the eight dry giant hands look even more bizarre. The nails on each finger are very sharp and as black as ink. The most terrifying thing is that there is a black ghost face looming inside the black nails.
Under the giant hand were skinny arms, each with a strange black pattern on it, like a mysterious tattoo.
After rising to mid-air, the eight giant hands suddenly grabbed Fang Yun at the same time. Their sharp nails pierced the air, making a loud shrieking sound.
Every hand is like a huge mountain, every hand is like a sky.
"That's right." After Fang Yun finished speaking, the flow of water under his feet suddenly shook slightly, and instantly expanded to a hundred feet. He swept his tail and bit his teeth, resisting the eight pale giant hands with all his strength.
"It's a nearly complete emperor's skeleton!"
“No wonder he dared to shout in front of the Jedi evil spirit. However, the emperor’s skeleton is not the real emperor. Even the real emperor may die in the hands of the fifth level Jedi evil spirit!”
Eight giant hands took turns attacking in the sky, and Fang Yun, Xing Liu and the Eagle King's spirit skeleton seemed to be able to cope with it.
The evil spirit of the broken monument smiled contemptuously and said, "This is just the beginning. Small!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the light of the inscription on the second monument became even brighter.
The eight giant claws did not change, but everything inside the eight claws, including Fang Yun, Xingliu, War Poetry General, Family Country and the World, Wentai, Wenyu, etc., all shrank, and Xiaodao was only one-fourth of its original size, like a dwarf.
Only the Starfire Hun Tian Jian remains unchanged.
The moment it shrank, Fang Yun felt that all the strength in his body was ready to dissipate outwards.
However, the power of family, country and the world is constantly circulating, preventing the power from being lost.
"Huh?" Those evil spirits and holy spirits were extremely curious. They didn't expect that Fang Yun was unharmed when the Pale Hand changed for the first time.
"Small!"
The evil spirit on the broken monument became angry and shouted again.
Fang Yun instantly became only one tenth of his original strength, and all the war poetry soldiers would explode.
Suddenly, Fang Yun spewed out a large amount of orange talent like a deflated balloon.
There was so much talent out of the body that it condensed into mist, the total amount of which was almost equivalent to the total talent of a great scholar in the third realm.
"If you have no talent, I wonder what you can use to fight me! Kid!" The evil spirit on the broken monument suddenly shouted.
The light on the surface of its bones completely disappeared, tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the bones, and the broken monument expanded a circle.
Fang Yun instantly shrank to one twentieth of his original size, and his entire body was less than three inches.
Then a crisp sound was heard, and the broken Eagle King's body was completely shattered, exploding into bone powder everywhere.
That Xing Liu was indeed a relatively complete imperial skeleton. Its body was not broken, but it began to slowly dissipate holy energy.
Fang Yun was in a far worse situation than Xing Liu. His body was surrounded by the mist of talent, with five times the amount of talent as that of a great scholar emanating from it. The talent that emerged at the end was light gold and blood-red.
The evil spirit on the broken monument was not only not happy, but angry instead.
"Why haven't you died yet! Why do you still have talent? This is impossible! Even if you are extremely talented, ten times more talented than others, I should have squeezed you dry!"
"You wanted to kill me, but you almost did it?" Even though Fang Yun was like a little wooden man, he was not discouraged at all.
Because a bloody platform appeared behind him.
Under the protection of the power of the world, all things are brought into being and keep running. It not only has a strong protective force, but also ensures that everything of Fang Yun is intact.
"I don't believe I can't kill you!" The evil spirit on the broken monument suddenly roared.
Then the third inscription on the tablet glowed.
The Sunless Holy Spirit in the distance yelled, "What are you still standing there for? Run!"
Fang Yun thought that he was being directed at him, but he saw that the Green Sea Spirit and the Iron Desert Spirit near the Broken Monument Spirit suddenly fled frantically, and even ignored the mountains and islands, running on the sea with only their bodies.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The third inscription flew out of the monument and split into two, forming two grey inscriptions that went straight into the bodies of the two evil spirits.
The two evil spirits made miserable sounds, and the skeletons that made up their bodies rapidly shrank, and finally condensed into a bone monument.
There is only one inscription on the two bone tablets, which is exactly the same as the third inscription on the broken tablet with the evil spirit.
The evil spirit behind the broken stele moved and swallowed the two bone steles with one word on them.
"Go back to the past!"
After the evil spirit on the broken monument finished speaking, a strong storm arose around its body, so that it could not stand steadily. It was like an ordinary person in a level 10 typhoon, swaying all over, and its four legs almost flew off the ground.
The aura of the evil spirit on the broken monument of the fifth realm suddenly faded, and the realm was actually reduced to the fourth realm.
Outside Fang Yun's island, a dark space crack suddenly appeared. It was not long, only ten feet. Then a gray wind blew out and blew towards Fang Yun.
All the tribes watching the battle from afar were horrified, because in their eyes, it was not the wind at all, but time, years, and it was time and years flowing against the flow!
"It's over."
"Pity… "
The Sunless Holy Spirit whispered, "I have seen many of my kind die in the terrible Third Tablet. It is completely unreasonable, and their strength and age continue to decrease. There is also the more powerful Fourth Tablet, which is even more miserable."
"This Holy Burial Valley will eventually belong to the Jedi spirits." A fierce and evil spirit sighed unwillingly.
While everyone was talking, a gray wind blew on Fang Yun, and then... everyone was stunned.
A strange distortion of time and space suddenly occurred around Fang Yun. The gray wind that was originally spreading throughout the space did not blow to Fang Yun for some unknown reason.
At this time, Fang Yun was like a loach swimming in the mud, not afraid of the gray wind at all.
Fang Yun himself was also a little surprised. He originally wanted to use the Holy Soul Writing Platform to solve it, but he didn't expect that the rusty Time Compass Car he got in Longmen suddenly moved, allowing him to easily avoid the attack of the third inscription that was enough to kill an ordinary emperor.
"A mere trifle!" Fang Yun said, his body suddenly growing bigger like a piece of popcorn.
The gray wind dissipated, and the eight pale hands lost their power and turned into scattered bones.
The evil spirit on the broken monument that fell to the fourth realm had a dazed look on its face, and its originally ferocious black marks and red eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist.
"Is he still a human being?" Que Ri Sheng Ling's eyes flashed.
"So strong? Could he be a great scholar in disguise as a human semi-saint?" an alien murmured to himself.
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