Fantasy Simulator

For the wicked monks, it is meaningless to discuss good and evil.

Not to mention that in these years, they have been suppressed by the orthodox sect headed by Haohua Sect, and they have no good feelings for Sect Master Haohua, the first person in the righteous way, and they can't wait to die immediately.

Therefore, they are naturally happy and excited about the results before them.

Because if Sect Master Haohua dies, the territories originally belonging to Haohua Sect will definitely not be able to continue to be defended, and will gradually fall into the hands of the Star Alliance.

By then, the monks who joined the Star Alliance will all rise up, and they will inevitably gain more.

How can this not make people feel exciting?

But no matter what the monks below thought, the final result still depends on the three people on the battlefield.

In mid-air, the blood of the gods was spread, and pieces of flesh and blood scattered in all directions, falling in all directions.

Facing the sharp edge of the Heaven-Opening Divine Sword, Chen Heng kept going backwards, his breath already weakened to the extreme.

In the previous fights, he and Philip had already lost a lot, and his strength was no longer at its peak.

In this state, he was repeatedly hit hard, and he was not only knocked down by Philip from the recovery state, but he was also hit directly by the sharp edge of the Open Sky Sword.

This is an absolute desperation, and there is no hope at all.

However, even so, he did not give up. He exploded on the sky, and his blood almost stained the sky. The huge field spread out, and he combined with the ancient sword to make an amazing blow.

Cang!

The sound of gold and iron intertwined resounded here, where the ancient sword and the open sky sword collided with each other, and the exquisite profound meaning rushed out, like a blue dragon roaring, crushing the square.

Suddenly, the situation in front of me changed. Even if the sharpness of the Open Sky Sword was a bit gloomy for a while, it was suppressed abruptly. The majesty that belonged to the gods of the gods continued to show, but it was still unable to suppress Chen Heng. Go down.

Feeling this situation, Venerable Ming's face suddenly changed.

What an incredible situation this is.

Obviously it was only the highest Heavenly Sovereign level, and it didn't have the power of reviving the fairy gods, but it was abruptly exerting such terrifying power at this level, and it abruptly shook the Open Heaven Sword.

This kind of performance can be described as stunning, and it shocks Venerable Ming.

He was sure that if he didn't have the Heaven Sword in his hand, he would be easily suppressed, and he would be crushed by Chen Heng at the same level without the slightest surprise.

At this point, after thinking of this, the killing intent in his heart became more intense, and a divine power emerged towards the Open Heaven Sword, making the Open Heaven Divine Sword in his hand gleam, bursting out even more terrifying immeasurable divine power, roaring forward.

The ancient sword also exploded, the vast power covering the four directions, rushing forward, colliding with the open sky sword.

After a brief collision, Chen Heng finally couldn't bear it, his own domain was broken and he couldn't continue.

But even so, his performance is already extremely stunning, amazed everyone.

After all, it was nothing else, but a Supreme Heavenly Venerable of the same level, as well as a Heaven-opening Sword that was above the Supreme Heavenly Venerable and was comparable to the fairy gods.

Being able to do this step is already an extremely amazing result.

Seeing that Chen Heng was about to fall into a desperate situation, and he was already about to enter the end of fall, the silent Philip finally made a move.

The golden brilliance bloomed on the initial stone slab, and there were runes flying on it, spreading in all directions, and vaguely condensed into a complex and mysterious imprint.

Afterwards, Philip stretched out his hand, blessed by the original power of the original world, and directly slapped it down.

A palm fell, and the place immediately obscured the sky and the sun, as if there was a curtain of sky shrouded in it, without the slightest light in sight.

Then under that majestic force, Chen Heng's body was instantly slapped, and the whole body flew horizontally, splashed directly, and fell in all directions.

At this point, the final outcome is doomed.

A piece of original slate flying out is the condensed form of all the slabs of the original world, which is the most original original stone slab.

Under the control of Philip, this original stone slab flew out, directly suppressed it, and directly sealed up all the flesh and blood that Chen Heng flew away, and merged it into the slate.

Even the ancient sword is the same, without being let go by the original stone slab, directly absorbing its divine beauty and blending it into the stone slab.

After doing this, the slate flew back to Philip's body. At this moment, the Tao on it seemed to become clearer, and the original power on it faintly dissipated, and it seemed even more mysterious.

It seems that after absorbing the flesh and blood of Chen Heng's body and the ancient sword, this stone slab is about to undergo transformation, as if it were about to become a fairy artifact.

"What do you mean?"

Looking at Philip in front of him, as well as the original stone slab that took away the flesh and blood of Chen Heng's body, Venerable Ming's expression was not good and he asked.

"The agreement between you and me seems to be just a joint action, aimed at Sect Master Haohua."

Facing the sight of Venerable Ming, Philip's face was indifferent, and he didn't move at all. He just said lightly: ‘Now that Sect Master Haohua has fallen, the agreement between us is naturally completed. ’

"As for the things left by Sect Master Haohua, that is naturally my trophy."

Listening to Philip's words, Venerable Ming's eyes became worse.

He would act on Chen Heng. For this reason, he did not hesitate to join forces with Philip. Naturally, he had a purpose, and it was even possible that it was for the essence of the Tao and the flesh and blood left behind by Chen Heng's fall.

But now, these were all taken directly by Philip, without leaving him the slightest spoils.

If this waited for him to make a trip for nothing, but he didn't get anything.

No matter who is afraid, they can't bear it.

Therefore, he remained silent, and his eyes looked at Philip getting worse.

However, Philip was also very rude and sneered directly.

"how?"

There was a sneer on his face, and he seemed to be a little disdainful: "Back then, when you shot against Sect Master Haohua, you had no choice but to face the newly promoted Sect Master Haohua. You can only escape by relying on the ability to open the sky sword."

"Now facing this seat, what can you do?"

While he was speaking, his gaze did not look at Venerable Ming, but instead stared at the open sky sword in front of him, blooming with endless brilliance.

This posture was extremely contemptuous, showing that he had never cared about Venerable Ming, and that he only cared about the Heaven-opening Sword.

Of course, this is true in practice.

Without the Heaven-Opening Sword, it's just Venerable Ming himself, and he doesn't deserve to stand in front of Philip at all.

Feeling this posture of Philip, Venerable Ming's heart burst into flames, and he became more and more angry.

But at this moment, he calmed down instead.

"you're right."

His face returned to calmness, he just looked at Philip in front of him, and then calmly said: "Sect Master Haohua has fallen, and our agreement back then has been completed."

"In that case, I left."

He spoke lightly, then turned around, seeming to be preparing to leave here.

Philip stared at the turning figure of Venerable Ming, frowned secretly, as if he was a little uncertain.

Time passed so slowly.

The next moment, among the electric light and flint, a little ripple bloomed from nothingness.

At the moment when Venerable Ming was about to leave and return to nothingness, Philip finally made a move.

The powerful breath blooms, and the violent is boundless.

At the same place, Philip stretched out a hand and quickly grabbed it to the opponent.

Regarding this, Venerable Ming seemed to be ignorant, as if he had found nothing.

Everything seems to be going well.

Only at this time, Philip felt that something was wrong.

It seems a bit too smooth.

Judging from his understanding and speculation of Venerable Ming, the other party shouldn't be such a cautious person.

So what is going on right now?

He was puzzled and was thinking about it.

A sense of crisis is shown from the side.

A faint murderous intent spread from the void, and it was erupting at this moment, which was accurately grasped by Philip.

Between the sparks and flints, Philip didn't hesitate to turn around and back away.

But by this time, it seems to be a bit late.

In front of him, the bell was ringing.

Like a fairy clock shaking, the endless road is shaking, roaring forward, suppressing the Quartet.

Even with Philip's terrifying power comparable to a fairy god, he couldn't help but stagnate for a while before the bell sounded, his body seemed to be frozen and unable to move.

And in front of him, Venerable Ming had already turned around without knowing when, the edge of the Open Heaven Sword in his hand was revealed, and the horrible aura pressed forward, and a terrifying blow broke out.

boom!

The outbreak of terror occurred.

Formidable forces are intertwined here, rippling far and wide, knocking out a huge gap here, like a black hole that continuously swallows all the divine power and principles, as if leading to an unknown distance.

Everything here has turned into nothingness. Even though the many monks below can't see the real scene clearly, even if they work hard, they can only vaguely see another figure between Philip and Venerable Ming, and another. The phantom of the fairy bell is emitting a crisp and bright bell.

Afterwards, the terrifying Dao Wen flooded the place, making it hard to see the scene.

"His Majesty!"

Looking at the scene presented in the front, including Lu Yao and Gunali, all the monks of the Star Alliance changed color and felt a bad premonition.

They subconsciously wanted to rush over, but found that the battlefield had already shifted again at this moment, into the unknown nothingness.

With their strength, they can't enter it at all, let alone capture the coordinates in it, so they can only wait.

...........................

In the emptiness, everything is so dim, only a few brilliance flickers here, which is extraordinarily bright.

Philip and Venerable Ming came here, the breath spreading out all over the body, extremely large and brilliant.

And between them, a new figure appeared at some point.

It was a figure in a robe, a human figure, but it was not a human monk, but an alien monk with a horn on his head covered with scales.

This person's breath is also very strong, reaching the level of the Supreme Heavenly Venerable.