Chapter 222 Head

What is the battle between the three grades like?

Is it grand?

Or can it destroy everything directly?

Li Qi may have had various ideas before.

But at this moment, when such a battle really happened in front of him, Li Qi found that it was much calmer than he had imagined.

Li Qi didn't know how to describe everything in front of him.

Is this... a battle?

No, it doesn't look like it.

He was like sitting on the ground, looking up at the sky.

There was a painting hanging in the sky, and this painting filled the entire sky.

The whole sky became bizarre.

Very wonderful and mysterious.

He felt that he had stopped breathing.

Li Qi had a feeling in his heart that he could neither understand nor analyze. If it can be compared in this way, perhaps a person would feel this kind of joy and awe when he saw the beginning of the world.

He couldn't understand the specific meaning of the patterns and lines on the sky, but could only feel that there seemed to be some kind of overwhelming momentum.

This scene is magnificent, full of infinite passion and enthusiasm, and at the same time it contains some frightening elements, which makes people shudder.

These patterns have penetrated into the secrets of this world. The painter of these patterns must have explored some beautiful and terrifying secrets.

The master who painted this picture must have known things that ordinary people should not know. What he painted is shocking, something that does not belong to the mortal world.

This should be a picture that will never exist in this world.

It will not exist, should not exist, and cannot exist.

But it was painted by someone, and it exists in the world.

Strange and absurd, noble and indifferent, beautiful and cruel, just by witnessing it from a distance, he felt the infinity of space and the eternity of time.

It is magnificent and makes people feel dizzy. In front of such a great existence, anyone should feel very small and insignificant.

No one can resist the fear that tightly captures him. Li Qi found himself being held in the palm of an invisible terror and unable to escape.

Just by witnessing and describing the painting in the sky, Li Qi felt his heart calm down. For some reason, he felt that the wound caused by the backlash of the Great Sacrifice no longer hurt.

Perhaps he finally found peace of mind...

His painful life seemed to be a preparation for seeing this great scene. When he came here, his tortured soul away from the hustle and bustle also found peace, and the purpose of his lifelong pursuit had been achieved.

But what was even more magical was that Li Qi found that only he could see these things.

Others seemed to be unaware of this.

"True Knowing Yun..." Li Qi murmured.

This scene was not seen by the naked eye.

But it was given to him by True Knowing Yun.

His own senses were completely unable to see the scene in front of him, and he could only witness it all by relying on the power of True Knowing Yun.

This is... a battle between three grades?

Li Qi couldn't understand it.

But he didn't need to understand it, he just remembered everything in front of him deeply, and then he closed his eyes and continued to preside over the Great Sacrifice.

Who cares.

The information flow of the Great Sacrifice has accumulated a lot, and if it is not dealt with, something will go wrong.

As for the things above...

If the teacher can hold on, then I won't have any problems.

If the teacher can't hold on, then there's no point in being anxious.

It's better to concentrate on doing your own things.

Even though his mouth was twitching strangely, it was clear that his heart was beating wildly against his ribs, almost squeezing his lungs apart.

Countless terrible thoughts flashed into his mind, causing Li Qi to kneel down on the altar dejectedly.

Others couldn't hear it, but he could hear the prelude of tragedy, and it seemed that the sizzling sound of the fuse burning was in his ears. He didn't know if it would be the next second or when, everything would turn to ashes in an instant.

Fear and tension are inevitable.

When there are many bombs exploding above your head, no one can calm down, because as long as a little bit of it is leaked, countless people below will die without a burial.

But not being afraid is not bravery.

True bravery is to stand up and take up your own responsibilities even with endless fear.

In Li Qi's view, if the battlefield in the sky fails, then everyone below will definitely die.

However, if his grand sacrifice failed, 60 to 70 percent of the remaining people in Guangyang would die.

In other words, his battlefield was almost as important as the battlefield above.

So, no matter what, he had to carry it.

Li Qi suppressed his panic, endured the violent heartbeat and the desire to vomit, and stood on the altar again.

In any case, it was impossible for him to give up while the fight was still going on.

Before he entered the rank, he had withstood the killing intent of the sixth rank.

But now there was no killing intent, just a glance, could he still not hold on?

Thinking of this, he fully exerted the spirit of not changing color when the Taishan collapsed in front of him, and directly put the scene of the third rank battle behind him, and continued to concentrate on presiding over the grand sacrifice.

Although it seemed easy to say, almost everyone could feel that the speed of the grand sacrifice was much slower.

Li Qi on the altar had bloodshot eyes and swollen blood vessels, as if he was suffering from some kind of great torture.

Guangyang Sikong frowned and looked at Li Qi carefully, wondering why he was getting more and more relaxed before, but suddenly became like this.

Wang Baiyan opened the fan, frowned and said to himself: "Li Qi can't hold on? Why does he look like he's about to explode?"

Only one person suddenly accelerated from below, as if he wanted to rush to the altar.

Shen Shuibi was just awakened from her sleep.

The first thing she did when she woke up was to find Li Qi.

Because she felt it.

Something was wrong.

The sky above her head...

There are strong men of the level of Luofu Niangniang fighting.

Li Qi is in danger, she has to go.

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And on the real battlefield.

Thousands of Dao rhymes sounded together.

Below their battlefield is Bailin Country.

Billions of lives in Bailin Country are clearly visible, whether they are humans, monsters, ghosts, mountain and water gods, or anything else.

These lives emit a faint fluorescence, as if they are candles lit one after another.

It was like the sea of ​​candles lit up during festivals, one candle after another, lined up together, forming sparks, the world, and the whole world in full view.

And those third-rank masters were like a whale passing through this endless sea of ​​candles.

The candlelight ocean below seemed to be shattered if touched in front of them.

The whales swimming in the sea of ​​candles must be careful to take care of all the candles, because they only need to flick their tails to extinguish countless candle flames.

If they are extinguished, of course they are really dead.

Even a breeze caused by a slight movement can make the candlelight shaky.

So, at this moment, Zhu Fengdan and Yun Fang are fighting against enemies twice as many as themselves while keeping all the aftermath intact.

The four third-rank masters on the opposite side have no scruples.

Anyway, there are people from Wushen Mountain to back them up.

A great man raised his hands lightly to maintain the suppression, and laughed softly: "Zhu Fengdan, I heard that your fighting talent is unparalleled. Why are you shrinking now? Isn't there someone behind you to help you?"

While speaking, he saw the circulation of the heavenly principles around him, forming a mysterious sense of oppression, covering the four fields, pressing on Yun Fang and Zhu Fengdan like Mount Tai.

On the other side, Yun Fang had already released his own gods.

He was neither a fortune teller nor a fortune teller. He had six gods in his body, each of which was showing its power. When the bells and chimes rang, the golden bells struck, and the heavenly drums sounded, it seemed like the power of heavenly fire and the power of covering the sea, but it was just holding up the circulation of the heavenly principles around it to prevent the sky from collapsing.

Besides this, there was no other performance.

There was no appearance of their battle at all, and it was hard to see how powerful it was. It was difficult to describe their magical powers in words, as if they had never happened in the world.

If you really look with the naked eye, except for a few light effects and the pressure of the gods in the body, they don’t seem to be fighting at all, but more like chatting in the sky.

"Be careful, don’t underestimate him. In the previous Luofu incident, he fought one against two. He is really good at fighting." The leading person reminded.

At that time, Zhu Fengdan fought one against two and fought all the way to the sky. He did defeat the two chasing people, but he didn’t kill them. It can be seen that even if his strength is strong, it is limited.

Now there are four third-grade people among himself.

No matter how talented he is in fighting, he is just a witch after all. Just pay attention to the opponent’s tricks.

Witches are not good at direct confrontation. This is something everyone in the world knows.

I think this person used some tricks at the beginning, so he succeeded in fighting one against two.

Hearing the words of the leading person, the remaining three naturally restrained their arrogance and turned to exert pressure with all their strength.

The rolling road pressed down layer by layer.

The complicated patterns in the sky are getting thicker and thicker.

Those patterns are layers of great ways.

They are not some kind of technique or some kind of method.

Those are too shallow.

For the wise, there is only one weapon for fighting, and that is the "Tao" that belongs to him.

That is the rules of the world.

It's like playing a game.

No matter how you play, no matter how good your skills are, you will never be able to beat the game developers and operators.

Because from beginning to end, you are playing in their framework.

Unless you break through the game, enter the code level, crack the game yourself, and directly modify the opponent's code.

For the real world, "Tao" is the code of the world and the principle of the world's operation.

The pressure of the Tao rhyme is to modify the rules of this world, to include the two great witches in their own Tao rules, and to make them "roles" in this game.

As long as you can't break through, you will always be trapped and passive.

As long as you are covered by the opponent's Tao rules, even reality can be modified at will, and victory is out of the question.

The layers of patterns are the rhyme of Tao that covers the sky. Under its cover, this world has become a prison for the supreme man, where they can easily tamper with reality.

Reshaping space, creating something out of nothing, reversing life and death, all with just one word.

The supreme man uses his heart to represent the will of heaven, his mouth to represent the words of heaven, his hands to represent the deeds of heaven, and his body to represent the affairs of heaven. This is no joke.

Not a single word in these sixteen words is false, they are all true and realistic descriptions.

As long as the Tao of the Perfect Man is completely covered, he will be heaven.

No, even the sky is inferior to him.

The reality is at his will, and the world will be controlled by him.

Originally, this level of coverage could be completed in an instant, not to mention that at this moment there were three Supreme Beings working together and a Taoist Immortal assisting from the side.

The reason why it has not completely descended is just because Yun Fang is interfering with them.

Yun Fang resisted with all his strength. The spirit he had just released became taller and taller. He was already hundreds of millions of miles long, like a god holding the sky.

Six giants stood beside Yun Fang, with their feet on the ground and their hands raised, holding up the pressing sky.

In fact, he is using his own body as a small world to support the opponent's gradually descending Tao.

This was quite stressful for him, so he wiped his sweat and looked at Zhu Fengdan who was preparing: "Zhu Laosan..."

Mr. Zhu turned around and chuckled: "Old man Yun, you didn't hit the cave with enough rocks last time, right? Do you believe that I will shut down your Qi source next time when you are refining medicine?"

Yun Fang was ashamed, smiled helplessly, and had to change his title: "Feng Dan, are you ready?"

There is no way, this Zhu Laosan really dares to do such a shameless thing.

"That Earth Immortal is a little troublesome, but there are only three left... just chickens and dogs." Zhu Fengdan smiled and didn't care at all.

Third grade?

These losers, do they really think they are third grade?

Their third rank is false and they borrow the power of their official positions.

The real third-grade thing is the official position, which is the magical Taoism condensed by the "humane rules" of the Tang Dynasty. It has nothing to do with this bunch of rubbish.

He regards his official position as his own strength and tries to show off his power...

Fool.

Your Shangshu Ling's handwriting clearly stated why he sent four people here and sternly stated that the Tang Dynasty was here to negotiate, not to fight. Don't you have any idea?

Zhu Fengdan smiled and looked back at Li Qi below.

good.

Despite such tremendous pressure, the festival was still uninterrupted.

This apprentice is really up to date. I heard he even tricked and killed a seventh grader. He really has his own style.

As expected of his disciple, although he didn't teach much, he must have achieved five achievements.

If the disciples are so upbeat, then the master cannot be a coward.

These fools almost killed their apprentice just now.

Then let's pay half a life with three lives.

Work hard and strive for it.

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The sky kept changing color, but no trace of the aftermath was revealed.

Until it gets dark and the festival ends.

Without opening his eyes, Li Qi spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, fell back, and fell into Shen Shuibi's arms.

Shen Shuibi had arrived a long time ago and was always behind him.

"Ah...Miss Shen, thank you so much..." Li Qi rubbed his head.

Actually, I didn't want to mess with it.

But couldn't help it.

Just before, during the big festival, he almost failed to hold on. Fortunately, Shen Shuibi arrived in time to heal his injuries and help him relieve the injuries caused by the disruption of the big festival just now, and then he managed to hold on.

However, after a few moments of rubbing, Li Qi discovered that Shen Shuibi was trembling?

Trembling with rage?

Right?

what happened?

Thinking of this, Li Qi opened his eyes.

Then he saw two human heads placed in front of him, looking at each other.

He trembled as did the rabbit.