Invincibility starts from strengthening everything

When the cultivation level has reached the level of Mahayana, the means of fighting have already returned to the basics. There are no fancy techniques, methods, Taoism, and one's strength can be easily displayed with a raise of one's hands and feet.

Therefore, those who like to use swords use swords, and those who like to use fists use fists. Even if you like to curse, you can kill with your mouth.

The simple and unremarkable fighting skills are accompanied by the aftermath of destroying the world.

What affected all the cultivators was spatial fluctuations that had no real power, and in the center of the battle, someone had noticed that countless strange darkness appeared there.

A darkness darker than deep space, as if someone had placed prisms there to distort vision.

Crescent, or full moon.

The starlight from afar cannot pass through these places unexpectedly.

"The space has been shattered, that is the space crack."

The well-informed Zhuang Yan said slowly.

As an elder, Zhuang Yan consciously started explaining for the juniors who were watching the battle. After all, not everyone had the opportunity to see a battle of this level. A little more commentary would allow the juniors to gain more.

The most stable thing in this world is space, and even space was shattered by the aftermath of their fight, what kind of power is this?

Su Wei's thoughts suddenly wandered, imagining the wars between some big clans in this universe. Are there many such battlefields in this universe, where the space no longer exists, and they are trapped in real nothingness?

When a monk reaches a certain level, he seems to have the ability to destroy the universe.

I was a little distracted, and suddenly someone around couldn't help clapping their hands and shouting hello.

Su Wei took a closer look, and his heart trembled. Seeing that the elegant white flying sword that Chang Wuque was controlling changed its appearance at this time, it turned into a giant knife of Zhang Xu. The momentum suppressed the horned man and slashed wildly.

The difference in temperament between the front and back is too great. He was originally an elegant swordsman, but now he has become an outrageous swordsman.

The big man of the Jiao tribe was only going to retreat steadily, but he was caught off guard by this change of tactic and fell into a disadvantage.

The big man of the Horn tribe was visibly frightened and angry, he was shouting something, his two green arms suddenly turned red, he swung his arms together, and clamped Chang Wuque's big knife.

It was really caught.

Afterwards, he crossed his red arms, looking at his posture, he planned to break Chang Wuque's sword.

Of course it was not broken, but it was because Chang Wuque hurriedly drew the knife and left, as if he felt that this big man really had the ability to break the knife directly.

"Is the transformation method of the Horn Tribe Mahayana a special secret technique, or is this a characteristic of the Horn Tribe?"

Su Wei suddenly asked, Su Wei was very interested in this power of the body that even gods can't avoid.

"The appearance of the blue-faced monster is the original appearance of the Horn Race."

"oh?"

Su Wei was very surprised. He always thought that their original appearance, which was no different from that of the human race, was their original appearance. The reason is very simple.

Alien races are not demon races, they are the same intelligent race as human races. The demon races still need to practice transformation, because some of the monster races choose to follow the similar cultivation path as the human race. It is ten thousand times more difficult than the human race.

This kind of situation should never exist in alien races. Why did they deliberately change into a human-like appearance?

"Strange, isn't it? When you see other aliens, you will be even more strange."

Zhuang Yan said in a strange tone.

Su Wei frowned slightly, seeing that Zhuang Yan didn't have time to explain more to him at this time, so he stopped asking and continued to watch the battle.

The battle lasted for half a month, and the battlefield gradually moved away. Later, Su Weizhi could listen to Zhuang Yan occasionally telling himself a few words about what happened on the battlefield, but he was unable to see the specific picture.

Even though they could no longer see them, the cultivators still gazed into the distance of the two mighty directions, and the deep darkness seemed to show infinite splendor.

In the darkness, the two bosses reappeared.

On Chang Wuque's left was a sword floating, and on his right was a green-faced monster with two horns on its head. The monster's arms had been broken, and the muscles squirmed at the broken section, as if it was gestating a new life.

The monster was dragged forward by a horn grabbed by Chang Wuque's right hand.

The Asgard spaceship boiled, and a group of people quickly flew out of the Horn Clan building, looking at this scene in horror.

Chang Wuque raised his hand and threw the horn monster towards the horn boat.

The woman in palace costume that Su Wei had seen hurried up, caught the monster, and glared at Chang Wuque angrily.

Chang Wuque is happy and fearless.

The horned man with the broken arm was sober, and he returned to the tribe at this time. Because of his ugliness, his face was naturally extremely ugly, but for some reason, he held back his anger, stopped the angry tribe, and turned back to the building boat. Disappear.

Su Wei watched Chang Wuque float down, and Zhuang Yan beside him and the black-faced man not far away rushed to meet him.

"Congratulations, my lord, for the victory!"

Chang Wuque waved his hand, and said, "Call the gods who won the selection, Lianxu, and come to see me in the God cabin!"

After all, the person disappeared out of thin air.

All the cultivators left on the hull looked at each other in blank dismay, winning the strongest of the horn clan, did the gods seem to be not as happy as imagined?

When the battle started earlier, all the cultivators were hot-blooded. At this time, the blood was cooling down. More and more people realized that even if they won this battle, it didn't seem to make much sense.

Now, winning is winning, can they escape danger?

The god can completely destroy the entire building ship at this time, but if he does so, it will inevitably attract the pursuit of the Horn Race, and the destruction will only be delayed for a while. With their sailing ability, there is no time to dodge.

Moreover, there are other alien races approaching in all directions, and they must have known that the Horn Race is carrying a human spaceship, and if they notice something unusual, they will chase after it immediately.

Therefore, the victory over the Horn Clan, at first glance, looks bloody, but in fact it has no practical significance, but the death is a little better.

Zhuang Yan continued to stay outside, Su Wei and a group of monks who were fighting outside, followed the black-faced man to the God's Cabin.

Only then did Su Wei know that the Venerable God Cabin and the Bit God Cabin are actually completely connected, and they can be reached without a teleportation array.

This is a hall with a short front and a high rear. Standing here, Su Wei felt like he was in the mouth of a snake.

This is the mouth of the snake-like spacecraft.

The Zunshen sits cross-legged in the middle of the hall. There is no extra arrangement here, and it is empty. Except for Zunshen himself, there are energy lines centered on Zunshen that spread to all directions of the hull.

When I came here and took a closer look, I realized that Lord Zunshen's complexion was also very pale, and his breath was intermittent and very disordered.

It turned out that Zun Shen had been seriously injured in the previous battle.

When all the cultivators arrived, the god opened his eyes and said, "Next, the survival of the human race depends on you."