Fantasy Simulator

In the void, the alien monk stood, wearing a robe like an ordinary person.

He looked very tall, at least three meters tall, standing there like a little giant, very huge.

The breath on his body is even more terrifying. Although it is not as good as Philip, it is also comparable to Venerable Ming, and it is also at the level of Supreme Heavenly Venerable.

Of course, what Philip cared about was not the other party's cultivation, but something in front of the other party.

It was a phantom of a fairy bell.

The endless Tao is flying, and among them are hidden runes falling down, endless and innumerable, where they are densely combined to form a somewhat illusory fairy clock.

"Is this... the fairy bell?"

Standing in nothingness, Philip stared at the phantom of the fairy bell in front of the foreign monk, and opened his mouth with a dignified expression.

"No, it's not."

Just as he asked the question, he shook his head: "It's not a real fairy bell, it's just a branded Taoism. Is it a condensed rune that was once extracted from the fairy bell?"

"good."

At the side, Venerable Ming's voice came, and the voice was a little more relaxed at the moment: "This phantom of the fairy bell is a heavenly weapon that a living fairy once observed the fairy bell, engraved the runes and principles in it, and then condensed it with the means of the fairy. It is a forbidden weapon of the fairy."

"The power of this fairy bell brand is naturally not as good as the real fairy bell, but it still has more than half of the power of the fairy bell."

"Master of the Star Alliance, you are fortunate to be able to experience the power of the two Celestial Weapons."

"Ah........"

Philip looked around, looked at the Heaven Opening Sword lying in front of Venerable Ming, and the imprint of the Immortal Bell in front of the foreign cultivator, and couldn't help but sneered: "You are well prepared."

"Look at this, as early as the previous agreement, you have already made preparations. After you want to kill Sect Master Haohua, you should also kill me."

"Let's be each other."

Listening to Philip's words, Venerable Ming also smiled: "Didn't you also plan to deal with Sect Master Haohua, and then take action to deal with me and snatch the Heavenly Sword from me?"

"Since that's the case, why blame me?"

"It's true."

Philip sighed, then raised his head again with a smile on his face: "However, this is just right."

"What?"

Venerable Ming was a little curious and asked.

"It just so happens that the two of them show up together, which saves me from having to look for them one by one."

Philip opened his mouth lightly and looked in front of him. There was an invisible majesty and arrogance between his brows, as if he regarded the person in front of him as nothing, and he looked up and said, "I will not only get the Heaven Opening Sword, but also the Immortal Bell brand."

"It's not bad."

"What a big breath."

On the side, the foreign monk spoke coldly, looked at Philip in front of him and couldn't help sneering: "I also saw your fight with another person before. Now, how much strength do you still have?"

His language is very strange, it is a language different from the previous world, and his tone is very harsh.

However, this does not prevent them from understanding. After all, at the level of Supreme Heavenly Venerable, language is no longer an obstacle to restrict communication.

"Then let's try."

A smile appeared on Philip's face, and he opened his arms.

On its body, the original stone slab is displayed, and there are textures and imprints on it.

For a moment, those imprints seemed to come alive, and seemed to be completely revived under the blessing of the original power of the original world.

King of Gold, King of Black, King of Crimson, King of Twilight...  

The kings who had left traces in the original world in the past and left their imprints on the original stone slabs began to recover, spontaneously appeared under the urging of the original power of the original world, and their images emerged around them, reappearing their power.

Every king who has left a mark in the initial space in the past is mostly at the peak level of the seventh level, and can even reach the eighth level under the urging of Philip at this moment.

Venerable Ming glanced around, his face suddenly changed slightly.

For them, the usual seventh-order peak or even eighth-order is naturally nothing.

But at this moment, there are too many figures manifesting around.

How many kings have there been in the original world in the past?

I am afraid that few people can answer this question.

But I am afraid there are hundreds of them casually.

But at this moment, the images of these former kings manifested one by one, directly affecting the Dao in this area, like an army formed by at least the seventh-order peak powerhouses, condensing a huge force.

More importantly, there is also the blessing of the original power of the original world here, so that the power of these former kings converges into one point, as if they are a whole.

The power it displayed suddenly changed.

The complexions of Venerable Ming and the monks from other races changed slightly, and a bad premonition rose in their hearts at this moment.

Before they could say anything, more changes began to unfold.

Ahead, when Philip raised his head again, the feeling for them suddenly changed.

Boom!

The Taos in all directions are roaring, and a powerful aura descends on this place and begins to wreak havoc.

When Philip looked up again, he himself

It seems like a high heavenly dao, and it seems like the world consciousness itself, representing the vast power of the whole world.

"In the name of heaven."

An extremely indifferent voice sounded here, without the slightest emotion.

In the void, Philip spoke lightly, his face indifferent, as if a king judged someone: "Whoever dares to commit an offense shall die."

The faint words fell.

The surrounding scene suddenly changed.

In this nothingness, there are billowing thunder and fire, and the vast Dao manifests, rushing towards the two of Venerable Ming like a tide, almost drowning them.

The Kaitian sword shone, and the fairy bell rang softly, protecting the two of them.

But that terrifying power was also charging, suppressing the two magic soldiers for a while.

Different from Chen Heng himself, Philip's power comes from the original world itself, and he is the incarnation and representative of that world, and he can mobilize the original power belonging to that world.

At this moment, under the burst of full force, if you wait to directly mobilize the whole world to smash people and fight.

In this aspect of the competition, Kaitian Sword and Xianzhong may not lose to the original world in terms of strength, but they are far behind in terms of quantity.

After all, it is not the real gods who are manipulating them at this moment, but just two characters equivalent to the ninth rank.

Ninth-order level, although the strength of this level is already considered good, it also depends on who it is compared with.

Compared with the whole world, their little strength is nothing at once, so what if they use up all their divine power?

How can it be compared with a vast world.

You must know that even among many big worlds, the initial world is not considered weak, and it is considered extremely powerful among the many worlds that Chen Heng has experienced.

Once it erupts at this moment, one can imagine the vastness of its power.

A bad thought rose in Venerable Ming's heart.

In front of him, Kai Tianjian rushed forward under his control, struggling forward, trying to break through the suppression of Philip's power, but under the gaze of those extremely indifferent eyes, which seemed to be the consciousness of the world itself, he could only fall powerlessly, unable to resist at all.

This is not a level competition.

"He deliberately hid his strength before?"

Venerable Ming finally realized what was wrong.

In the past, he had observed the first confrontation between Philip and Chen Heng.

In that confrontation, both of them had erupted into a battle of immortal god level power, but in the end they restrained each other, did not fight hard, and fought with all their strength.

Because of that battle, he subconsciously believed that the strength between Philip and Chen Heng should be between equals, and even Sect Master Haohua might be stronger.

Otherwise, as early as that year, Philip should have suppressed the Haohua Sect Master and unified this world.

However, at this moment, feeling that Philip was going all out to attack, Venerable Ming finally realized that something was wrong.

Philip's strength is far stronger than he imagined.

Sect Master Haohua's performance when he awakened the power of the gods to attack him was already extremely powerful, which made Venerable Ming still feel a little palpitating.

However, it was nothing compared to the strength Philip was showing at the moment.

All kinds of thoughts in my mind were skipped, but in front of my eyes, the terrifying Dao that was used like a tide was still erupting.

In front of him, under the gaze of Venerable Ming, Philip stretched out his hand, and quickly slapped down one palm, and patted forward.

Boom!

The terrifying force suppressed it and shot directly at him.

It's just a slap, but it's as huge as the world. The terrifying weight is absolutely unimaginable if you don't face it yourself.

"ah!"

A burst of screams broke out.

At the side of Venerable Ming, the immortal bell rang to protect the monks from other races behind him, but there were still some omissions.

A ray of light broke through the barrier of the fairy bell, directly entered into it, smashed the body of the monk of the foreign race, and turned it into a large piece of flesh and blood.

"Master Ming, you lied to me!"

Amid the wreckage of flesh and blood, the body of the foreign cultivator was recovering, bursting out with majestic energy and blood.

During this process, he was also yelling, looking at Venerable Ming with extremely angry eyes.

Apparently, he thought Venerable Ming had lied to him.

What kind of fairy god is reincarnated in front of me, it is clearly a real fairy god.

In front of him, even Xianzhong could not completely protect him, and he might be in danger of falling at any time.

In the face of such dangers, he finally felt a retreat in his heart and wanted to leave.

But by this time, it was obviously too late.

On the side, feeling the terrifying prestige of Philip in front of him, Venerable Ming felt ruthless, and directly activated the imprint in his body.

On the side, the fairy bell vibrated, making a crisp sound.

Then, under Philip's somewhat unexpected gaze, the imprint of the fairy bell burst into majestic brilliance, and finally directly engulfed the foreign monk and slammed into him fiercely.

boom!

The huge brilliance shocked everything here.