Chapter 837 Sumeru Mustard Seeds(2/2)
Finally, the darkness in front of him was dark, and infinite darkness followed, completely submerging his world.
"What a good one, the king of magical powers..."
At the last moment, Fan Wuyi suddenly calmed down, and the sound of melancholy gradually faded away with the wind and disappeared in a few moments.
call!
Like the mountain knuckles still hang down, the speed is slower, and it only takes several moments to go from heaven to earth.
And as his palm prints landed, the turbulent clouds and winds were surging in the sky, the burning vitality and the ripples of divine lights scattered everywhere,
Even the earth that shook like a drum, calmed down.
Until the palm prints dissipate, the weather and the earth are already calm.
call!
The last ray of storm disappeared into the palm of the five fingers.
In the sky, An Qisheng lowered his eyes and looked down. The grass and trees on the wilderness were flat, and the hard and flat fields were slid out of new soil, and the dragons in it could be seen vaguely squirming.
The wilderness is still wilderness, but the ancient city where it was originally located disappeared without a trace as the bubble was pierced and disappeared without a trace.
Only the chariot parked in the city was vaguely visible in the dust.
"Ahem~~~"
In the messy wilderness, the ragged Yang Yan coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood and smiled bitterly at the damaged robes.
He didn't care about the damage to the robes, and stepped forward in three steps at a time, crossed the void and came to An Qisheng's body.
"Gate, Master?"
Before looking at the ruins, he reached out to pinch a handful of soil and let An Qisheng flow down from his fingers. Gong Yang Yan swallowed half of his confusion:
"You, you killed him..."
Gong Yang Yan was worried.
The reason why Fanwu martial arts can still control one way today, when it has been weakened for tens of thousands of years, is definitely not without foundation.
If this is really Fan Wuyi’s remnant soul, the problem will be big!
"If the obsession left by a saint can be easily killed and eliminated, I will not be able to wait for today..."
Spread your palm flat and let the mud and sand between your fingers go with the wind. An Qisheng lowered his eyes and a ray of light flashed, as if he could see the city in his palm appearing and disappearing:
Chapter completed!