Fantasy Simulator

In the void, that alien monk stood, wearing a robe like an ordinary person.

He looks very tall, at least three meters high, standing there like a little giant, very huge.

The aura on his body is even more terrifying. Although not as good as Philip, it is also comparable to Ming Venerable, and is also the highest heavenly Venerable level.

Of course, what Philip cared about was not the opponent's cultivation base, but the thing in front of him.

It is a phantom of a fairy clock.

The endless Dao is flying, and the runes in it are falling, endless and countless, densely combined there, forming a fairy clock that looks a little illusory.

"This is... the fairy clock?"

Standing in the void, Philip looked at the phantom bell in front of the alien monk, his face was a little solemn.

"No, it's not."

He just started to ask, he shook his head: "It's not a real immortal clock, it's just a branded Taoist rule, it's condensed from runes once extracted from the immortal clock?"

"good."

From the side, Venerable Ming’s voice came, and the voice was a little more relaxed at this moment: “This fairy bell phantom was once a living fairy watching the fairy bell. Then, condensed by means of immortals, it can be regarded as a forbidden weapon of immortals."

"The power of this immortal clock is not as good as the real immortal clock, but it also has most of the power of the immortal clock."

"Lord of the Star Alliance, you are fortunate enough to be able to learn the power of two Celestial Soldiers."

"Ah........"

Philip looked around, looked at the Heavenly Open Sword that was standing in front of Venerable Ming, and the immortal clock imprint in front of the alien monk, he couldn't help but sneered: "Your preparation is sufficient."

"Look at this, as early as the previous agreement, you were already prepared. After you want to kill Sect Master Haohua, you will kill me as well."

"To each other."

Listening to Philip's words, Venerable Ming also smiled: "Don't you also think that after the settlement of Sect Master Haohua, you will take action to solve me and seize the Heavenly Sword from my hand?"

"Because of this, why should I blame me?"

"It's true."

Philip sighed, then raised his head again with a smile on his face: "However, this is just right."

"what?"

Venerable Ming was a little curious and asked.

"It just so happens that two people show up together, so I don't have to look for them one by one."

Philip spoke indifferently, looked in front of him, there was an invisible majesty and domineering between his brows, as if he regarded the person in front of him as nothing, and he pitched without shame: "Take you to a solution, I can not only harvest the Heavenly Sword, but also capture the immortals. Bell brand."

"It's not bad."

"It's a big tone."

On the side, the alien monk spoke coldly, looking at Philip in front of him and couldn't help but sneer: "I also see your previous fight with another person. Now, how much power do you have?"

His language is very strange, a language different from the previous Fang Tiandi, and his tone of voice is very harsh.

However, this does not prevent them from understanding. After all, at the level of the Supreme Heavenly Sovereign, language is no longer an obstacle to restricting communication.

"Then try it."

A smile appeared on Philip's face and then spread his arms.

On its body, the original stone slab is displayed, and there are a series of textures and imprints on it.

In a moment, those imprints seemed to come alive, and under the blessing of the power of the original world, they seemed to be completely revived.

King of Gold, King of Black, King of Crimson, King of Twilight...

The kings who had left traces in the original world in the past, and the kings who left their mark on the original stone slab began to recover. Under the urging of the original power of the original world, they appeared spontaneously, and their images appeared around them, reproducing them. strength.

Every king who has left a mark in the initial space in the past, his strength is mostly at the level of the 7th peak, and can even reach the 8th level under the urging of Philip at this moment.

Venerable Ming glanced around, his face suddenly changed slightly.

For them, the ordinary seventh-order peak or even the eighth-order is naturally nothing.

But at this moment, there are too many figures emerging from all around.

How many kings have appeared in the original world?

I am afraid that few people can answer this question.

However, there are probably hundreds of them casually.

At this moment, the images of these once kings were revealed one by one, directly affecting the Taoism in this area, like an army condensed from at least the seventh-order peak powers, condensing a huge force.

More importantly, there is also the original power of the original world blessing here, so that the power of these once kings converges into one point, and each other is like a whole.

The power it exerted suddenly changed.

The expressions of Venerable Ming and the foreign monks changed slightly, and at this moment a bad feeling arose in their hearts.

Before they could say anything, more changes began to unfold.

Ahead, when Philip raised his head again, the feeling for them suddenly changed.

Boom!

The roads in the four directions are roaring, and a powerful aura descends here and begins to wreak havoc.

When Philip raised his head again, he himself seemed to be a lofty way of heaven, and it also seemed to be the world consciousness itself, representing the mighty power of a whole world.

"In the name of heaven."

An extremely indifferent voice sounded here, without the slightest mood swing.

In the void, Philip spoke indifferently, his face was indifferent, as if a king was giving people a trial: "Those who dare to commit crimes shall die."

The faint words fell.

The surrounding scenes changed suddenly.

In this emptiness, there was a surging thunder and fire, and the vast Tao manifested, like a tide, rushing towards the two of Ming Venerables, almost drowning them.

The Open Heaven Sword glowed, and the fairy clock bloomed softly, sheltering the two of them.

But that kind of terrifying force was also charging, and it suppressed two magical soldiers for a while.

Unlike Chen Heng himself, Philip's power originated from the initial world itself. He himself was the incarnation and representative of that world, and could mobilize the power of the origin of that world.

At this moment, under the full burst, if it is to directly mobilize a whole world to smash people and fight against it.

In this aspect of the competition, Kaitian Sword and Immortal Bell may not lose to the original world in terms of power level, but they are far too far behind in terms of quantity.

After all, it was not the real fairy gods who manipulated them at this moment, but just two characters equivalent to nine levels.

Nine levels, although the strength of this level is pretty good, but it also depends on who it is compared to.

Compared with the whole world, their strength is immediately nothing, even if all the power of the body is thrown out?

How can it be compared with a vast world.

You must know that even in many big worlds, the size of the initial world is not too small, and it is extremely powerful in the many worlds that Chen Heng has experienced.

Once the explosion at this moment, the vastness of its power can be imagined.

An unpleasant thought arose in Venerable Ming's heart.

In front of him, the Open Sky Sword rushed forward under its control, struggling forward, trying to break through Philip's power suppression, but under the gaze of that pair of indifferent, world-conscious eyes, it could only fall powerlessly. , There is no way to fight.

This is not a level of competition.

"He deliberately hid his power before?"

Venerable Ming finally realized what was wrong.

In the past, he has observed the first confrontation between Philip and Chen Heng.

In that confrontation, both of them had erupted into a battle with the power of the immortal **** level, but in the end they restrained each other, did not make a big fight, and tried their best to fight.

Because of that battle, he subconsciously believed that the strength between Philip and Chen Heng should be between the first and second, and even Sect Master Haohua might be stronger.

Otherwise, as early as that year, Philip should have suppressed Sect Master Haohua and unified this world.

However, at this moment, feeling Philip's full shot, Venerable Ming finally realized that something was wrong.

Philip's power is far more powerful than he thought.

The performance of Sect Master Haohua's Awakening Immortal God's power against him was already extremely powerful, which made Venerable Ming feel a little palpitating to this day.

However, compared with the strength that Philip displayed at the moment, it was nothing.

The thoughts in my heart were skipped, but before my eyes, the horrible Dao used like a tide was still erupting.

In front of him, under the gaze of Venerable Ming, Philip stretched out his hand, and quickly patted one palm down, patted forward.

Boom!

The force of terror suppressed it and shot directly at him.

It's just a palm, but it's as huge as the world, the weight of that kind of horror is absolutely unimaginable if you don't face it in person.

"what!"

A scream broke out.

At the side of Venerable Ming, the fairy bell rang, sheltering the alien monk behind him, but there was still some omission.

A ray of light broke through the immortal clock's barrier and directly entered it, breaking through the alien monk's body, turning it into a large piece of flesh and blood.

"Venerable Ming, you lie to me!"

In a piece of flesh and blood, the alien monk's body is recovering, bursting with majestic vitality and blood.

During this process, he was also yelling, looking at Venerable Ming's eyes with extreme anger.

Obviously, UU read www.uukanshu.com he thought Venerable Ming deceived him.

Where is the reincarnation of a fairy **** in front of him, it is clearly a real fairy god.

In front of him, even if the fairy bell could not completely shelter him, he might be in danger of falling at any time.

In the face of this danger, he finally retreated in his heart and wanted to leave.

But by this time, it was obviously too late.

On the side, feeling the terrifying prestige of Philip in front of him, Venerable Ming's heart became ruthless, which directly activated the mark in his body.

On the side, the fairy bell rang with a crisp sound.

Then, under Philip's somewhat unexpected gaze, the immortal clock brand bloomed with majestic brilliance, and finally directly wrapped the alien monk and slammed into him.

boom!

The immense brilliance was shocked, and everything here was annihilated.