Although Wang Nuan and Leng Ming were already mentally prepared and felt that the Primordial Heretic God wouldn't be killed so easily, they were still very surprised when they saw the evil piece of flesh wriggling again.
"We have to strike first before it takes shape." Leng Ming frowned slightly.
He wasn't stupid enough to wait for the Grave God to really resurrect; there was no such thing as a melodramatic plot.
"Sun and Moon Sword Light!"
Leng Ming raised his fingers, and a green aurora shot out from his fingertips, which blossomed like lightning in the air.
The energy was even more dazzling than lightning.
It gave rise to an astonishing power.
It accurately collided with the purple piece of flesh.
This "Sun and Moon Sword Light" was Leng Ming's original power, and its name implied that "a blade of grass could cut down the sun, the moon, and the stars."
This was Leng Ming's other unique skill apart from the "Grass Guillotine."
The difference was that it wasn't taught to him by Jingke or Bai Qiao; Leng Ming had comprehended it himself.
The two quickly rubbed against each other, and then there was a big explosion.
Leng Ming's sword qi collided with the squirming piece of purple flesh, creating a terrible glow and extremely high temperature that seemed capable of melting everything.
However, when the smoke and dust cleared, not only wasn't the purple piece of flesh destroyed, it even swelled up.
"Ah Nuan! Help me! "Leng Ming didn't believe it, and launched a second attack.
He called out to Ah Nuan.
Little Girl Nuan wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and the universe's most powerful power bank was exerted again.
"One hundred times! Sun and Moon Sword Light! "
With Ah Nuan's help, the dimension of the second Sun and Moon Sword Light increased again, and it carried a destructive power that could pierce through the universe.
However.
When the sword pillar of destruction, which was three hundred meters in diameter, struck the piece of flesh …
Everything was like a clay ox that had sunk into the sea, and peace was restored once more.
It had been clearly the size of a fingernail before.
After Leng Ming's first attack, it had directly grown to the size of a palm.
And now, with this second attack …
It had actually grown to the size of a Ku Xuan!
"Is it … absorbing my sword qi?" Leng Ming was alarmed. He had never encountered such a situation, and felt that it was very strange.
This Evil God wasn't an orthodox Earth cultivator to begin with, but an alien creature.
He felt that the scene in front of him might be related to the alien bloodline of this evil god.
He could even rely on absorbing energy to reconstruct his physical body and wait for his resurrection … What kind of monster was this?
"This doesn't look like an ordinary cultivator's ability." Wang Ming was also thinking as he watched this scene from a distance.
Although he didn't know what the Grave God's bloodline was, he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity when he looked at the purple piece of meat.
Especially when the purple piece of meat grew tentacles ….
"Great old rulers." This was Wang Ming's first reaction.
Legend has it that this is a powerful and ancient existence in the universe. Its existence is composed of unknown substances and laws that are far beyond the understanding of the mortal world. Therefore, the laws of the ordinary human cultivation world may not have any effect on it.
For a long time, in the hypotheses about universal civilizations, there had been a stronger and more ancient civilization before the civilization of the Cultivators was established.
The Ancient Gods known as the "Great Old Ones" were the same.
It was just that Wang Ming had only seen these things in related "papers" and "books," and had never thought that they actually existed.
At that moment, looking at this scene, Wang Ling had a few guesses in his heart.
The mysterious object called "Heavenly Mandate," which "Nightmare" had mentioned earlier.
Looking at it now, the Grave God had probably obtained part of that mysterious object's power.
It was also this power that had reactivated the Ancient God bloodline in the Grave God's body, which had been diluted by the passage of time.
In other words.
The biggest trump card the Grave God had always relied on was that he wasn't a part of Dao.
Just like Wang Ling's King's Eye.
The laws of the ordinary cultivation world had no way of restraining these strange Ancient Gods of the universe.
Now, Wang Ling finally understood Dao Ancestor Wang's good intentions in sealing this "mysterious object."
He was worried that the old civilization of the universe would be revived because of this "mysterious object," which would have a further impact on human cultivation civilization.
At that moment, Wang Ling suddenly had a very interesting and dangerous idea.
If this "mysterious object" was combined with a human cultivator without any Ancient God bloodline, what kind of chemical reaction would occur?
Wang Ling didn't show any emotion on his face.
But he still had to admit that he was excited at that moment.
He had been searching for an answer all along.
That was, what on earth was his King's Eye?
Now, he felt that he might be able to find a new answer from this lump of flesh that the Grave God had turned into, as well as that mysterious "mysterious object."
"Ah Nuan is in danger! This thing is too strange … "
Wang Ming subconsciously tensed up at the sudden change in the situation before him.
He turned to look at Wang Ling.
The youngster's mind had already wandered off once more …
But this time, Ah Nuan didn't chase him away.
…
At the same time, the supreme world, which had already stopped collapsing, was being reorganized as countless dark fragments circled and flew around.
These fragments were like a puzzle, and had a dark and destructive aura.
The Grave God hadn't completely revived, but that lump of flesh had already become infinitely large. It was the size of a sports stadium that could fit a hundred thousand people, and it floated in the air.
Its purplish-black body was covered in some disgusting and unknown green viscous liquid, and it was surrounded by terrifying and complicated tentacles.
Leng Ming knew.
This terrifying resurrection ritual hadn't stopped yet. He had to stop the resurrection before the Grave God Type II was completely formed.
But at that moment, Leng Ming realized that he actually couldn't move under the enormous pressure.
The terrifying creature in front of him had transcended time and time, and it actually instinctively gave rise to fear in his body.
Rumble! One sound!
At that moment, boundless holy light fell from the sky in the supreme world of shifting winds and clouds and boundless darkness. This was a new summon from the lump of flesh of the Grave God.
Wang Nuan and Leng Ming saw human silhouettes appear in the descending holy light. Their faces couldn't be seen clearly, and they were all black and very tall, at least dozens of feet tall.
Their upper bodies were human, and their lower bodies were tentacles like those of an octopus. Their faces were shimmering with a mysterious veil, and they looked extremely kind and benevolent.
However, Wang Nuan could clearly feel the endless surging brutality behind the veil.
These were the guards for the resurrection ritual.
"Immemorial Eternal, huh?"
At that moment, a familiar figure landed in front of Wang Nuan and Leng Ming.
"Ling Zhenren …" Leng Ming's eyes were glazed over. When he saw Wang Ling appear, he suddenly felt the pressure instantly disappear.
"Haya!"
At that moment, Wang Nuan climbed onto Leng Ming's shoulder with her fair little legs, and then jumped onto Wang Ling's back.
Wang Ling felt a warm sensation from Leng Ming's body to Wang Ling's.
Before coming here, Wang Ling had initially refused to cooperate with Little Girl Nuan.
This Ancient God of the Universe in front of him wasn't an ordinary creature; it was stranger and more difficult to deal with than any of his previous opponents, and he was worried that Wang Nuan would get hurt.
But at that moment, Wang Ling changed his mind.
"Do you want to go too, Ah Nuan?" Wang Ling asked telepathically.
"Ya!"
Little Girl Nuan took the opportunity to lie on Wang Ling's shoulder like a soft pastry.
Wang Ling felt as if his heart had melted.
He suddenly felt that …
Brother and sister mixed doubles wasn't bad either.
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