Chapter 1363: The Power of the War Drum Fragments
The speed at which Purple Nether God formed seals with his hands increased dramatically, and the blade of space suddenly began to spiral and transformed into nine silver dragons that bit down.
He vowed to swallow up this tattered shadow of the God of War in one gulp.
Zhang Xuan was manipulating the Zhentian Sword, which was colliding violently with Lingkong Taoist's spatial principles.
The blade of the Eternal Night Sword should have torn the void, but it strangely turned back the moment it touched the opponent's clothes.
Layer upon layer of transparent ripples appeared under Lingkong Taoist's feet. It was an endless cycle composed of 3,600 spatial mirrors.
Every time Zhang Xuan swung his sword, the sword energy would pass through 3,600 layers of space and refract, and in the end 30% of the power would backfire on himself.
Zhang Xuan's sword suddenly changed its momentum, and the Zhentian Sword drew a mysterious trajectory in the air.
"The inner space is revealed!"
He roared, and thirty-six thousand stars appeared where the sword passed, connected to each other by the Dao patterns of the Hongmeng World.
The moment when thirty-six thousand stars light up.
The Zhentian Sword enveloped Zhang Xuan's inner space, and 36,000 swords slashed down.
The spatial mirror set up by Taoist Lingkong suddenly vibrated violently.
Those spatial channels that refract the sword energy are being eroded by the Thirty-Six Thousand One Swords of Eternal Night, leaving fine cracks.
"You asked for it by manifesting the inner space so quickly!"
Taoist Lingkong gritted his teeth, and thirty-six thousand spatial mirrors appeared in the inner space.
The Sutra was like a scabbard, directly wrapping up the thirty-six thousand swords of eternal night.
Deep in the great annihilation space, the hunchback was being forced into a miserable state by three thousand hands.
The Hongmeng World Map above his head was already in tatters. Every time he swung the Xuanming Jade Ruler to smash dozens of hands, more hands would immediately emerge from the coffin.
The Sky Burial Divine Pattern on the surface of the second-layer divine coffin flickered. Whenever the hunchback tried to perform an escape technique, the coffin would vibrate out a gray mist that completely sealed off the space around him.
"boom--"
The lid of the second-layer divine coffin opened another three-inch gap.
The three thousand palms expanded several times, and scarlet vertical pupils opened in the palm of each palm.
The hunchback was horrified to find that the natal jade ruler he had offered up was crushed by the ghost's hand.
When he wanted to use the blood escape technique, he found that all the blood in his body had already been corroded by the gray mist emitted from the coffin.
"No!!"
Amidst the shrill screams, the hunchback's inner space began to collapse.
The gray fog drilled into the collapsed inner space through the cracks like living things, and was transformed into pure energy by the tearing of three thousand hands and sank into the divine coffin.
"boom!"
The coffin lid was closed again, and everything returned to silence.
"All the blades return to one!"
Suddenly, a roar from Lord Zi Ming was heard from the outside world.
I saw nine silver dragon-like space blades suddenly collapse and condense into a giant transparent blade that spanned the sky and the earth.
The edge of the blade stirs up the turbulence of time and space.
The purple-gold war god's phantom fists ignited with golden fire, and the power patterns condensed into spiral cones on the fists.
"boom!"
When the spiral cone collided with the giant space blade, the void within a million miles suddenly fell into a strange silence.
Tens of thousands of circular shock waves exploded silently.
The outermost layer is silvery-white space debris.
In the middle is a golden pattern of power.
At the core, there is a vacuum of laws created by the collision of laws.
The purple-gold war god's phantom is already covered with cracks and may collapse at any time.
Zhang Xuan, whose life was connected to the shadow of the God of War, suddenly groaned, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Taoist Lingkong seized the moment when Zhang Xuan was distracted and an ancient bronze mirror flew out of his sleeve.
The moment the mirror reflected the Zhentian Sword, Zhang Xuan was shocked to find that his Sword of Eternal Night was being replicated infinitely in the mirror world.
When thirty-six thousand swords of eternal night broke out of the mirror, the power of the entire space circulation law increased tenfold.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Dense sword shadows all hit Zhang Xuan's inner space.
The inner space was shaky, but finally this wave of attack was blocked.
Taoist Lingkong was also surprised when he saw this scene: "The toughness of the Hongmeng World Map outside your inner space has actually reached the middle stage of Lianxu..."
"boom--"
A huge roar was heard, and the giant space blade of Lord Zi Ming finally shattered.
The body of the purple-gold war god's phantom also turned into golden fragments.
"Pfft-"
Henry Zhang spat out a mouthful of visceral fragments and half-knelt on the ground.
Lord Zi Ming and Taoist Ling Kong stood in front of Zhang Xuan with their clothes fluttering.
"Stop it!" said Lord Zi Ming expressionlessly.
A fishy and sweet taste surged in Zhang Xuan's throat. The aftermath of the destruction of the Purple Nether God's giant spatial blade and the God of War's phantom left three bloody scars on his chest that were deep enough to see the bone, and each of them was emitting a faint blue glow from the turbulence of time and space.
The replica sword shadow of Lingkong Taoist's ancient bronze mirror caused spider-web-like cracks in the Hongmeng World Map in his inner space, and half of the 36,000 stars had dimmed.
"Do you really think I have run out of cards?"
Zhang Xuan suddenly laughed, and the corners of his bloodstained mouth pulled out a fierce arc.
He turned his palm upwards, and the fragment of the war drum that he had found in the ruins of the ancient battlefield suddenly emerged.
The obscure runes on the surface glowed red in the pool of blood.
The pupils of Lord Zi Ming suddenly shrank. The aura of the runes was exactly the same as the legendary Xuantian treasure!
“Boom—”
The sound waves of the Chalcedony Golden Gong spread out like a substance, weaving a golden Taoist grid in the void.
When the sound waves touched the fragments of the war drum, the resonance of the ancient war drum suddenly came.
"boom!"
A torrent of sound waves, more vast than the one in the ruins of the ancient battlefield, rose into the sky, like a chaotic wave at the creation of the world, instantly submerging an area of millions of miles.
The torrent carried with it countless golden musical notes, each of which was engraved with the pattern of world destruction. Wherever it passed, space shattered into pieces like glass, and the flow of time was forcibly twisted into a spiral.
"boom--"
Zhang Xuan struck the chalcedony golden gong again, and it collided with the fragments of the war drum.
The torrent of sound waves near Henry Zhang was reflected back.
The fragment runes resonate doubly with the sound waves in the torrent.
As the two intertwined, the laws of the entire battlefield fell apart.
The spatial laws that Lord Zi Ming was proud of were shattered in the torrent of sound waves.
The 36,000 spatial mirror images of Lingkong Taoist were shattered to pieces by the torrent of sound waves.
"This is... a great way level sonic attack!"
Lord Zi Ming was terrified and tried to tear through space to escape, but he found that the space around him had already been solidified into amber by the torrent of sound waves.
The golden notes in the torrent drilled into his inner space like living things, and each one was devouring the origin of his Tao.
Three thousand great ways of origin appeared.
Zhang Xuan saw that the sound wave path in the long river of laws was fully activated, and the entire river flowed back into the battlefield, forming a sky curtain of laws that covered the sky.
Under the sky, Lord Zi Ming's body was broken and he had to curl up in his own inner space.
Lingkong Taoist was even more miserable, his inner space was cut into pieces by the sonic blades.
"Impossible... How could the fragments of the Xuantian treasure trigger a complete torrent of the Great Dao?" Lord Zi Ming showed a look of fear.
Zhang Xuan knew that this was because he accidentally activated the origin of sound waves during the battle.
Only then can it exert such great power.
When the torrent of the Sound Wave Avenue receded, the battlefield had turned into a desert of laws.
"boom--"
The fragments of the war drum were completely shattered and turned into heaven and earth.
