Chapter 487 The Fear of the Sages (Five Thousand)

Both the six-winged fallen angel Niaf and Partridge were very smart not to use the power of the dark system. They both knew that the other party controlled the laws of darkness. Using the dark system's ability, in addition to increasing the opponent's energy, almost did nothing. It's of no use at all.

Niaf does not master many laws. Perhaps this is the commonality of all angels. Each angel only masters the power of one law.

Apart from losing the Dark Law, the only power that Niaf can use is pure physical skills and physical attacks. The spear in her hand is Niaf's biggest killing move.

Even if the spear is neatly divided into two pieces, it does not have much impact on Niaf. With her hands open, a brand new spear has condensed in Niaf's hands, and there is almost no difference compared with the previous one.

The gun body shook, and the dense gun light shrouded the front like raindrops.

And Partridge did not choose to resist this move.

For beings of their level, it is absolutely stupid to resist the killing moves of masters of the same level.

In fact, there are certain gaps in the improvement of practitioners in all aspects.

Some practitioners are good at physical skills, and their physical bodies are astonishingly strong. However, this kind of pure physical skills masters have completely declined in the Twilight Continent, and there is almost no inheritance. For no other reason, these physical skills masters who have tempered their bodies are practicing The hardships and pain they have to endure far exceed those of others.

This kind of real physical training is completely different from the melee masters who use magic to strengthen their bodies.

They do not use special magic to enhance their combat power. The moment they start practicing, they continue to absorb the abundant magic power that their bodies have absorbed, refine it, and integrate it into their bodies. They transform the magic power into their own bodies. become part of the body.

They constantly use magic power to temper their bodies, tempering their skin, flesh, bones, internal organs, and even every cell in the body.

When fighting, they don't know how to use magic at all. The punch they throw out is the most powerful magic, and their body is the most powerful weapon.

This is true penance.

It seems very simple to say, but in fact, the difficulty of penance is far more exaggerated than these.

First of all, if you want to temper your body, you need high-intensity training.

If you want to say it's hard, it may be a little bit, but compared with real physical training, it pales in comparison.

According to records in some ancient classics, true physical training can only be described as cruel. Except for a very small amount of time spent eating and sleeping every day, most of the other time is spent tempering and polishing one's body.

They need to carry out a lot of high-intensity weight training, endurance training, strength training, and speed training so that their bodies can be strengthened in all aspects.

In order to increase their ability to resist beatings, sometimes they even deliberately get beaten to accelerate the integration of body and magic power.

After suffering all kinds of pain, the speed of final strength improvement is even far lower than that of ordinary practitioners. That is, only after reaching the legendary realm can one slowly catch up with those magicians.

The worst thing is that when fighting, masters of physical skills are not as impressive as magicians.

Various conditions led to the gradual decline of physical cultivation, and in the end it even completely disappeared from the Dusk Continent.

Nowadays, the various physical skills masters are actually using various magics, such as giant strength skills, blast skills, etc., to enhance physical strength in a short period of time and improve hand-to-hand combat effectiveness. They are incomparable with real physical training. Compare.

Whether it is such a half-baked physical skills master or those magicians, when practicing, they pay more attention to the amount and purity of magic power, and pay more attention to the training of mental power, so as to strengthen the control of magic power.

As for physical strength, to put it bluntly, it’s just passable.

Every time a practitioner improves to a greater realm, his physical body will also strengthen.

But this kind of enhancement is relatively speaking far from enough.

As the strength becomes stronger and the realm becomes higher and higher, the gap between physical strength and mental strength will become wider and wider. This is a problem that plagues almost every practitioner. So far, no one can solve it. .

Even if you are a sage, it is the same.

Don't look at the fact that Partridge was able to resist Ron's Eye of the Dragon God before. His physical strength was exaggerated, but when compared with Partridge's mental strength, the gap was not that big.

This leads to a serious problem, that is, it is difficult for masters of the same level to resist an attack. If you are not careful, your body will be completely crushed into slag.

Just like this, Partridge chose to dodge, and his body disappeared from the spot again. When he reappeared, he was already on the other side, and his right hand quickly drew horizontal and vertical threads in the air.

The next moment, a big net was woven in front of Partridge.

It was a large net woven by the rules of judgment. It had just taken shape and instantly enveloped Ron and Niaf.

The coverage area of ​​the large net is extremely astonishing, blocking almost all the places where Ron and Niaf can hide, leaving not many gaps. Looking at this, Partridge even hopes to directly kill the two with this move. Everyone was torn apart... no, mainly Ron.

Partridge could naturally see that although Ron's strength was not very good, he was the main body between the two. Once Ron was killed, Niaf, as a summoned creature, would naturally disappear.

Because of this, Partridge would not give Ron another chance to struggle. He had already made up his mind to completely obliterate Ron in the next attack.

Just when the big net flew towards Ron, Partridge's fingers were also shaking rapidly, and he heard a rustling sound behind Ron, on the left and right sides, and even above his head. Huge webs woven by the rules of judgment appeared one after another.

The large nets are so densely woven that if you try to catch fish, you will end the net without descendants.

How to use the power of law so extravagantly.

He is worthy of being a sage.

For a time, Ron was completely surrounded, and there was no hope of breaking out of the siege. Unless Ron had the ability to travel freely among stones and soil, it was obvious that Ron did not have this ability. Even if he has the ability, who can guarantee that there are no other killer moves deployed by Partridge in the soil under his feet?

This seems to be a doomed situation.

Even Niaf's brows couldn't help but frown slightly, as if she felt how difficult this move was.

Ron, on the other hand, didn't have any nervousness about impending death at all on his face. He just looked at Partridge with some admiration, and then spread his right hand.

Ron's performance made Partridge's eyelids jump. He really couldn't figure out what ability Ron still had to struggle in the face of this kind of dragnet.

He was dead.

Partridge even felt like he had seen Ron's body cut into countless tiny pieces.

At this moment, Partridge saw clearly what was in Ron's palm. It was a round, milky-white insect more than ten centimeters long...

insect?

I don't know why, but the moment he saw this insect, Partridge felt a heart palpitation that was about to make him collapse. His throat was crawling desperately, and he swallowed saliva in big mouths.

He didn't understand where the fear in his chest came from, and why was it so strong?

In the next moment, the insects suddenly swelled out of thin air.

The petite body that was originally only a dozen centimeters has turned into a behemoth with a body length of a hundred meters and a thickness of several meters in the blink of an eye. It even looked cute at first, but turned into a ferocious and violent one.

One end of the huge body is raised high, and the round mouthparts are opened.

hold head high!

A furious roar came from the insect's mouthparts. Immediately afterwards, a vortex was seen forming on the surface of the mouthparts. With a super attractive force, the huge worm rushed towards a figure, and the mouthparts Swallow it directly.

It was not Partridge who was swallowed.

It's Ron.

It's Niaf.

There was only a cry, and the bodies of Ron and Niaf were directly swallowed into the abdominal cavity by Alecius' body.

Just as the two figures were swallowed up, in the sky, left, right, and even underground, a large net woven by six rules of judgment hit Alecius' body almost at the same time.

Puff puff puff puff puff...

Several voices sounded at the same time and mixed together, and then... nothing more.

The power of law that could easily cut off Ron's body and cut Niaf's spear open, just...disappeared after hitting Alecius' body.

The image of being cut into countless tiny pieces did not appear in my imagination.

The huge worm is still lying on the ground. There is not even a trace of scars on the worm's skin, not even a white mark. At most, there are circles of ripples on the round body, nothing more.

The big net collapsed, disappeared, and ceased to exist.

This is the true function of the holy relic refined from Alecius' body.

Although it is quite good to use it as an offensive holy relic, in Ron's opinion, it may be more suitable to use it as a defensive treasure.

No matter how low-profile Alecius is among the gods, it cannot change his identity as an evil god. His soul has been forever buried in the soul boat and disappeared into the Black Sea, but his body is still genuine. The body of a god.

Even if Partridge is a demigod, it would still be a dream to harm the body of a real god.

As long as the physical body of Alecius exists, Ron is almost invincible.

Partridge's body was trembling violently, and his flushed face instantly turned as pale as paper... His eyes widened wider and wider, staring at the giant worm in front of him like crazy. He even doubted whether he had entered Some kind of hallucination.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

how so?

He had enough energy to launch a dragnet-like attack. He thought he could take down Ron and even the six-winged fallen angels. Who would have thought that it would end like this?

What on earth is this bug?

Why did Partridge feel a shiver from the depths of his soul just by seeing this insect?

when!

The melodious sound of the clock of time sounded from the body of the white worm.

Alecius's body seemed to have turned into a loudspeaker, and the sound was louder and longer than ever before. Partridge could even clearly see that the sound spread in mid-air, causing the space to exaggerate. distortion.

The sound of the bell covered every corner of the underground palace.

Partridge had nowhere to hide.

He closed his ears and blocked his hearing, but it was of no use. The sound rang directly in Partridge's mind.

Partridge's body also distorted along with the space. The surface of his body seemed to be covered with a single layer of shadow. His expression gradually became ferocious and distorted. The naked eye could clearly see a large number of small and long worms in his body. The surface emerges and crawls everywhere.

His entrails were cut into pieces.

The bones could not withstand the impact of the clock of time amplified by Alecius' body, and were ground into fine powder, and the entire body became a squirming mass of flesh.

Even his eyes had a touch of madness. It seemed that his body and even his spiritual consciousness were suffering from pollution, and it seemed that he would lose control completely before long.

There was a storm in his heart.

Only a divine being can cause pollution.

Demigods can barely be considered to have a certain degree of divinity. As a demigod, Partridge can also cause pollution and erosion to other living beings, but his control of pollution and erosion is not perfect.

Although in the eyes of ordinary people, practitioners of the Destruction Realm are the true pinnacle of the Twilight Continent, in Partridge's view, the distance between the Destruction Realm and the Demigods is the real chasm. That gap may be larger than the Destruction Realm. The distance between the realm and the extraordinary realm is even farther and even more insurmountable.

Among them, the most important difference lies in that ray of divinity.

This ray of divinity will cause essential changes in the energy controlled by the practitioner.

This ray of divinity also causes the practitioner's existence itself to gradually change. The practitioner will gradually lose his human side and become a higher-level, more powerful, and more indifferent creature.

Partridge is very convinced that although Ron is very strong and can exert the strength of the realm of destruction, his own realm has not actually entered the realm of destruction, let alone a demigod.

But...why?

Why could a small, humble cultivator in the legendary realm be able to release such terrifying pollution that even a demigod himself could not resist?

The Clock of Time, Ron also used the power of the Clock of Time before.

Partridge admitted that this move did contain quite mysterious power, but it did not seem to have any pollution effect.

Why is there such a big change this time? Is it because of the white bug?

There was no wind, but there seemed to be wind and waves in the underground palace. The wind and waves did not blow away Partridge's body, but disturbed his soul. The pollution became more and more serious, and Partridge even felt that his soul was shaking. There were already signs that he was about to lose control. The indescribable roars and roars in his soul kept setting off waves of tsunamis, stirring up his spiritual space into a mess.

While trying to control his spirit from collapse, Partridge widened his eyes and even revealed a ray of soul. He tried to sense what kind of existence this milky-white insect was.

Two chains have also extended from the body of the white worm, like two poisonous snakes, crawling slowly on the ground.

Partridge knew that it was these two chains that were entangled in Axiburn's body before, which directly caused Axiburn's time to be drained, and he would live and die.

This is a force that Partridge is not sure he can fight against, but now, Partridge no longer has time to care so much.

As the spirit kept getting closer, the feeling of fear became stronger and stronger.

Finally, after the spirit got a certain distance away from the insect, Partridge couldn't bear it anymore.

His old face twisted into a ball almost instantly.

He screamed in extreme fear, and his body shook violently as if he had been electrocuted.

He had never experienced that kind of fear. The white worm opened its bloody mouth like a huge whirlpool, trying to greedily swallow up everything.

The closer he got to the insect, the stronger the fear that Partridge felt in his soul. He was already a strong man in the demigod realm, and could almost be called the supreme being in the entire Twilight Continent, but at this moment , Partridge only felt that his spirit and body had become extremely weak, as if they might collapse at any time.

Partridge's soul didn't even dare to get closer. He had a hunch that if he continued to get closer, his soul would be swallowed up by the white worm in an instant, without even a single residue left. What's left for yourself.

That white bug...is a god.

It's a god.

Partridge is a demigod. How could a demigod be so frightened? Apart from being a real god, is there any other possibility?

No one knew how Partridge was feeling at this moment.

After realizing that Alecius was a god, his consciousness immediately fell into unprecedented chaos, and there was only one thought left in his mind, and that was...Run, run as far as you can. How far, as fast as you can run.

Partridge didn't even have the courage to face God.

He didn't even have the guts to check carefully whether the white bug was dead or alive.

Partridge's hands were almost opened with all his strength, and a scream that almost tore the eardrums came out of his mouth. In the next moment, something appeared out of thin air in front of Partridge. One old figure after another.

These are all Partridge's clones.

In an instant, the entire underground palace was filled with dense clones. At a glance, there were countless figures of Partridge everywhere.

As soon as these clones appeared, they immediately became like madmen, howling, facing the spreading sound waves, facing the two extended chains, and rushed towards the milky white insect.

Partridge, on the other hand, took this opportunity to gently turn the bracelet on his left hand, and his body suddenly disappeared on the spot.

The sage has run away!

The first chapter is presented.