Heaven and earth stagnated.
The moment Fu Canguang appeared in the sky, all the sea beasts convulsed violently, trembling under the illumination of the lightning. Their previous ferocious aura could no longer be seen.
Even Dagon, who was also at the fifth level, stiffened for a moment under the suppression of that invisible aura.
This was the suppression of the heavens!
In front of the Qilin Stigmata, there was no room for the beasts to act like demons!
In the classification of alchemists, a Stigmata that had reached the fifth level was known as the legendary 'Philosopher's Stone' that contained all the mysteries. The reason was that reaching such a level of power was already the incarnation of miracles, the reflection of the gods on the ground.
And since ancient times, in the legends of Dongxia, the Qilin was far closer to the position of the gods than anything else, otherwise it would not be known as the messenger of the heavens.
Even though they were all Stigmata, there were still differences between them. And in the fifth level, the Qilin's ranking was fixed in the front row even in the whole world.
Even if Dagon had fused with the ancient Semitic mythological source book and gained divinity, how could it compete with the thousands of years of accumulation of the Dongxia Dynasty?
Not to mention, they had encountered a freak like Fu Canguang.
Originally, the Saint Qilin was a benevolent commander of all the beasts, conveying the auspicious sign of the heavens and wisdom to the common people. Judging from the legends, it should be more inclined towards the command and support type.
In the end, no one would have thought that Fu Canguang was so stubborn. After decades of tempering in hell, he forcibly extended the power of 'punishment on behalf of the heavens' from his talent of 'conveying the heavens'. He forcibly turned auspicious into ominous, and after extracting the power of Yin and Yang, he became the one to be crowned, a genuine king.
Since then, the lightning was invincible, and there was nothing it could not reach within ten thousand miles.
Not only was its lethality amazing, but it also had an innate restraint on all the Stigmata with beast attributes. As long as the Sublimata with beast attributes encountered him, they could only be beaten up like a son. It was easy to deal with Dagon, who could only be used as a carrier in the fifth level of the Stigmata.
But this did not mean that this power was easy to obtain.
Even the Crow, after seeing such a scene, could only swallow the Coca-Cola that was rolled up on its wings. It cupped its hands and sighed in admiration. "You know how to play, you know how to play."
It was precisely because she was well aware of how difficult it was that she was able to understand how much blood he had paid for this astonishing talent and perseverance.
The so-called Stigmata was the result of analyzing the relics of the gods. It was a tool to maintain the existence of the present realm and explore the depths of hell.
His goal from the very beginning was to transform himself from an ordinary being step by step until he approached the level of God.
However, this process wasn't gentle, nor was it comfortable. Instead, it required one to face a violent transformation and a terrible price. So long as one took a wrong step, there would be the danger of falling into the abyss.
After all, from the moment they became Transcendents, the Ascendants had become existences that replaced the gods. They were an indispensable link in this world, and it would not be an exaggeration to call them the Chosen.
To this day, the Astronomy Society was still analyzing the heritage of the gods, expanding the depths of hell, and improving the system by relying on the sixteen pillars that supported the present realm.
Aside from the various nicknames, the Astronomy Society would simply and crudely use the ranks in alchemy to name the stages of the Stigmata.
The first stage was Mercury, the second stage was Gold, the third stage was Ether, the fourth stage was Star's Nest, the fifth stage was Philosopher's Stone, and even the crowned at the top and the natural enemy who broke through this limit and became the incarnation of the gods.
It seemed simple, but in fact, it was like groping forward in the dark.
Through the most basic Stigmata, the Ascendants followed the complicated and hidden road map as if they were climbing up, constantly retrieving and searching for miracles and all kinds of strange things in the abyss. They used it to accumulate and transform, hoping to finally advance to the end of the road, the peak of all things.
The place where the gods were.
There were too many unknowns and dangers. Even the slightest change would lead to unpredictable results. Not being able to advance was only the lightest punishment. Falling directly into hell and being contaminated as a corrosive and solidified was the most common outcome.
Didn't the leading organization of the Astronomy Society in the past, Utopia, not lead to the later division and degeneration because of the careless exploration of this power?
Although it was unknown what kind of price was paid for such a crude change, to be able to succeed, it must have been an unimaginable hardship and luck that could not be replicated.
Now, with a single blow, Fu Canguang forcefully pulled Dagon to the border. Then, he drew a circle on the ground and forcibly imprisoned it.
Then, the moment Dagon was exposed, the surrounding thick fog suddenly distorted and tore apart. Countless faint figures appeared on the sea and ran toward it.
It was almost possible to distinguish all the common and uncommon weapons, cold weapons, hot weapons, and even all kinds of relics of the border. A hundred thousand people stepped on the solidified waves and rushed toward Dagon.
The number of people was not an exaggeration in the ordinary sense. It was a hundred thousand people!
A hundred thousand Ascendants with the same face!
Attack, defense, shackle, attack, excavation … In an instant, a dazzling work appeared from the hundred thousand people who cooperated with each other as if they were one person. Even though there were countless casualties under Dagon's fierce struggle, more figures immediately split and joined the heated battle and work.
Quantity, pure quantity.
Even the endless sea beasts could not resist a hundred thousand times the efficiency and a hundred thousand times the output!
[Or Stay Strong – The Clouds Are Me]
It was another Stage Five Ascendant from Dongxia, Yan Qingge!
If it was only one person, there was nothing to be afraid of. If there were only a hundred thousand people, there was nothing to be worried about. However, if these hundred thousand people were all armed to the teeth with relics of the border and mass-produced weapons, and they cooperated with each other like one person, then there would be terrible consequences.
They were not afraid of sacrifice, they were not afraid of death. Even if more than half of them were wiped out in an instant, there would be new figures who would pick up the equipment of the dead and arm themselves, and then rush to the front line again without fear of death.
They, no, he was not fighting. The fighting was naturally handled by Fu Canguang. What he was doing was building. No, it should be said that he was building for destruction.
It was like assembling a siege vehicle in front of the enemy. A hundred thousand peasants began to build arrow towers against the wall of the Purified People …
With this terrifying manpower and speed, countless huge instruments were carried on Dagon's body and were quickly riveted and welded. Then, with the endless flow of electricity, a strange light glowed.
Although it was impossible to tell what it was, it was definitely not a wifi signal.
The Purified People hiding in the border finally could not wait for the situation to worsen. White figures flew out of Dagon's whale-like blowhole, spread their wings, and the halo above their heads rose.
There was no doubt that they were the Solidified People hiding in the Blessed Land, known as the 'Hunting Angels' who were known as the Rancher's Knife and Fork!
There was no doubt that divine power was operating on their spread wings at this moment. The fanatical Hunting Angels chanted hymns, gathered into an army, and raised their weapons towards the Qilin in the sky.
A four-edged flame sword extended from the void, still spinning on its own, stirring up the wind and clouds, and colliding with the lightning!
It was so huge that it could hold up the gap between the sky and the earth. The flame sword and the lightning shook the sky endlessly, and under the counterattack of countless sea beasts and the Purified People, Yan Qingge finally completed his work.
"I'm done!"
Hundreds of figures worked together and connected the last cable. They turned around and roared.
At that moment, the power from the void flowed from the machine, and the power of the Great Mystic Zarathustra was exerted on Dagon, completely fixing it in place.
No, it was frozen in the sea.
The mission was completed.
Yan Qingge heaved a sigh of relief, and then heard a hoarse roar behind him.
The Purified People's counterattack had begun.
"Old Fu! Old Fu! " Yan Qingge subconsciously called for help, and then found in despair that Fu Canguang was resisting the Rancher's God's Sword of Retribution, and had no time to care about anything else.
He had to do it himself.
The 100,000 figures were awkwardly suppressing the Purified People who were rushing forward. When the other side began to fight with all their might, Yan Qingge was in an extremely difficult situation, and could only rely on the advantage of numbers to tangle with the other side, pulling hair, stepping on toes, raising weapons, stabbing eyes … 100,000 bruised and swollen faces looked up at the sky and shouted.
"Little White! If you don't come, I'll die!!! "
"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
As the white pigeons circled, no figures appeared.
"F * ck, I'm really going to die! Ah, my eyes, f * ck, you bastard, where are you kicking! "Behind him, it had already become a fight with the Purified People.
"I'm really going to die, how much longer do you need!"
"Soon, soon!" White Emperor's son's hurried voice sounded from the void. "Just a moment! Just a moment! "
Yan Qingge could only vomit blood in grief and anger.
100,000 of himself meant 100,000 ways to die, and the ability to infinitely split also infinitely weakened his fighting power, but in order to maintain the integrity of the machine behind him, he could not slack off, and had to build this dam with himself.
Just as he was about to break down, a short and slender figure finally fell from the sky and fell into the sea in a sorry state. Her wet cheeks surfaced.
"I'm lost again!" The young girl shouted and complained. "How many times have I told you, that border transit is not accurate at all! You just don't want to change! "
"Take the car! Can't you just take the car! "
Yan Qingge was about to explode with anger. "Hurry up and help, I can't hold on much longer!"
Thus, White Emperor's son stretched out his hand, and drew a line in the void.
The group of Purified People who were playing with each other among the 100,000 doppelgangers instantly split into pieces, and blood did not even have time to gush out before they were cut into pieces, and turned into dust.
Yan Qingge was dumbfounded. "Just you?"
"I don't know."
The young girl climbed out of the sea in a sorry state, and hurriedly wiped the water from her hair, her face blank. "I was afraid of getting lost, so I left at 3: 30 and ran for a few hours! Could it be that I've left them behind? "
"Where did you go!" Yan Qingge raised his wrist in despair, and showed her his watch. "It's only 3: 29!"
Before he finished speaking, a long white rainbow fell from the sky, and poured into Dagon's blowhole like the Milky Way.
Surging waves of air swept in all directions.
At that moment, whether it was through water mirrors, satellites, or all kinds of illusions, everyone who stared at this battlefield was dumbfounded.
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