Chapter 1227 You Are God
This is not the [Dharma Physique of Equaling Heaven] drawn from the Great Sage, nor is it the [Dharma Physique of Qingyuan] taught by Yang Jian.
This is Lin Qiye's thorough integration of the two, creating his own [Dharma, Heaven and Earth], which is not a demon ape, nor is it the true monarch of Qingyuan Miaodao, but Lin Qiye himself.
[Fa Tian Xiang Di] is a secret method mastered by a few gods in Daxia. As long as there is spiritual energy, it can be used without mental power. This is also the only and strongest method that Lin Qiye can use when all mental power is exhausted!
"It's him?" Seeing this scene, No. 22 frowned and asked inexplicably, "His spiritual power should have been taken away... What kind of ability is this?"
Bifeitu, whose arm was cut off, also had a gloomy and dignified expression.
At this moment, a vertical eye opened from between Lin Qiye's eyebrows, and a terrifying coercion swept out!
Under the gaze of this vertical eye, Bifeitu and No. 22 only felt their bodies stagnate, as if a pair of invisible hands were holding their bodies, tightly restraining them in place.
This is the supernatural power of the original [Qingyuan Faxiang], and it is also merged into his own Faxiang by Lin Qiye at this moment.
With a flick of his fingers, the indomitable Dharma figure, accompanied by howling winds, a long sword swept across the sky like a rainbow, and slashed straight at No. 22's body!
No. 22's eyes shrank, and he didn't care about other things. The three times the "Klein" realm in his body exploded at the same time, and the pink air blasted his body backwards. Only then did he barely open the shackles of his vertical eyes, and staggered backwards. go.
Tian Congyun sword brushed across his heart, cutting off one of No. 22's wrists by the roots like a knife cutting tofu.
Amidst a scream, the [Holy Grail] of the king was blown tens of meters away by the strong wind along with the severed palm.
At the same time, the majestic Dharma figure stepped forward and flashed directly in front of Bifeitu. The black arm the size of a mountain was raised high, and it smashed down with a destructive force!
Bi Feitu, who had been chopped off by the [Baojian], couldn't bear the blow with strength alone, and couldn't use Shenxu, so he could only grit his teeth and retreat quickly.
boom--! !
The fist of Faxiang smashed down the desert, and a terrifying sandstorm rolled into the sky. Bifeitu let out a muffled snort, and flew hundreds of meters upside down, with a stream of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
He stood up slowly, fixed his eyes on the statue, reached out his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and an incandescent heart beat wildly on his chest, quickly repairing the injuries in his body.
"This is just a minor injury... That body is simply cheating!" Lin Qiye's soul muttered to himself in the dharma.
Bifeitu's previous punch directly broke several of his ribs, and even his internal organs were almost shattered. If his body hadn't been baptized by the power of faith and swallowed a flat peach, the strength would have surpassed the same level times, I am afraid that this punch can completely smash him.
As for Lin Qiye's punch, although Feitu's injury will be serious, but through the terrifying resilience of the heart, it will be resolved into a minor injury within a breath.
Everyone is in the "Klein" realm. Although Lin Qiye, who has many gods, has exceeded the standard in strength, he is still under the constraints of the realm. Bifeitu, who can transplant the torso of the supreme god, is a monster who is completely open!
Lin Qiye had no doubt that even if he was a god, if he was caught off guard by Bi Feitu's punch, he would be knocked out of his wits.
After a scuffle, Lin Qiye, Bi Feitu, and No. 22 stabilized their figures in three directions respectively, guarding each other, and the battle was imminent.
"No... Where is the 【Holy Grail】?"
No. 22 clutched his bloody wrist and glanced around, but did not see the [Holy Grail] that had been cut off.
Lin Qiye, who was in the Dharma state, squinted his eyes. He was extremely sensitive to the perception of spiritual energy. He suddenly seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly raised his head to look at the sky!
The boundless clear sky turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if someone had covered everyone's heads with a piece of black gauze.
The daylight is gradually dimming, the golden yellow sand is swallowed by the darkness little by little, and the icy cold wind blows across the desert, like midnight in winter, chilling the loneliness.
A bright crescent moon slowly rises from the end of the night sky.
This is not Lin Qiye's ability.
"Is there anyone else in this treasure house?" Lin Qiye had an ominous premonition.
Before No. 22 finished speaking, the bright crescent moon suddenly spun strangely in the air, turning into a light and solitary boat, making ripples in the night sky, and slowly heading towards the crowd.
Inside the crescent boat, an old man stood with his body bent like a ghost.
He held a bloody severed arm in his left hand, and a dark golden goblet floated in front of him.
"[Holy Grail]?"
"my hand?"
No. 22 and Bifeitu exclaimed at the same time.
I saw the old man holding the broken arm, staring fieryly at Bifeitu below, as if looking at a rare treasure, with a smile on the corner of his mouth:
"It's true that I, Sumer, never die... unexpectedly sent such a high-quality sacrifice in. After a hundred years of dormancy, it's finally time to harvest."
With five fingers, he clasped the arm of the supreme god, and squeezed it hard!
boom--!
The arm turned into bloodshot eyes and merged into the [Holy Grail]. The swaying liquor rose rapidly, not only filling up the loss of the previous wish on the 22nd, but also multiplying the whole thing several times, almost overflowing the mouth of the cup!
"Not good! Stop him!!" Lin Qiye seemed to have thought of something, Fa Xiang's lips parted slightly, and his voice echoed in the air like thunder.
No. 22 and Bifeitu also realized that something was wrong, and they both flew up from the ground at the same time, rushing towards the crescent moon boat in the sky.
No. 22 raised the [scepter] in his hand, and was about to activate it, when the nothingness in front of him suddenly twisted!
The black hair extended from the void like a waterfall, covering the figure of No. 22. A frail and boneless hand protruded from the black hair, lightly holding the upper half of the [Scepter], and instantly stopped the [Power] stick] the action of knocking down.
No. 22's pupils shrank suddenly, and the mental power of "Klein" tripled, trying to wrestle with that palm, but no matter how hard he tried, the [scepter] seemed to be clamped by someone, and remained motionless!
This seemingly weak palm actually has such terrifying power? !
When No. 22 was shocked, a slim and fair figure stepped out from the tumbling hair.
It was a woman in a white robe with a frosty face, holding the [scepter] tightly in her left hand, and holding a spear in her right hand, squinting down at No. 22, an unprecedented sense of oppression welled up in his heart.
"This woman..." No. 22 seemed to see the shadow of a familiar woman from those beautiful eyes, and panic appeared on her face!
"God! You are God!!"
