Volume 3: Tengyuan Test Wings Chapter 441: The Celestial Sphere of Ten Thousand Worlds
The provocative undead was killed again, which was good and exciting news for the dragon clan.
Judging from the situation, the situation is not favorable for them.
The overwhelming black fog, wave after wave, transported undead cannon fodder to the front line, consuming their strength. They threw their all into the battle as if it were free, not caring how many died.
The black fog is not a good thing either. It is constantly eroding the mountains and the land. The earth is covered with a layer of gray. The dragon energy is being weakened little by little. If it continues to be consumed at this rate, defeat is only a matter of time.
The Fang of the Bi'an did some inspiring things, but it did nothing to change the overall situation, unless something powerful happened.
Qiao Ji flew into the sky, his magic power surged out from his sleeves.
The sky is freezing cold, and the world is covered with snow!
It was still the same old trick. The magic power turned into a storm and swept out. The snowflakes condensed by the magic power turned into two, two into four, four into eight, and riding on the wind, they kept replicating themselves. In the blink of an eye, the sky was covered with snow, and the eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers were covered in silver.
Even the constantly surging black fog stagnated, and a large amount of cold air poured into it, making the movement of the black fog inefficient.
Not to mention the undead among them, the earth-level undead can also save themselves in this kind of non-personal area attack.
As for the undead below the earth level, if they are touched by a piece of snowflakes, their bodies will become icy cold. If they are touched by a few more snowflakes, they will be directly frozen. The power of Tianhan Xuanming Jin is icy and murderous, destroying all life. If they are frozen for a while, they will lose their lives.
And there is no way to avoid such a heavy snow.
Even if they hid under some undead that were hundreds of meters tall, the snowflakes would swirl with the north wind, sweeping across every inch of space with the coldness that swept away everything, leaving them nowhere to hide.
The snowflakes did not just last a single layer, or a few seconds, but a continuous heavy snowfall. The clouds were howling, the north wind was howling, and a god-like shadow could be vaguely seen above the clouds, bringing down divine punishment.
On the side of the dragon clan covered by dragon energy, snow also fell, but it was not at all freezing cold. There was only a cool feeling that fell on the body, as if it could wash away the fatigue. The nerves that were tense from days of fighting were relaxed under this comfort.
The fourth level of magical power in the Yin-Yang realm can control the magic power to derive spirituality, so it is normal to be able to distinguish between friend and foe.
Therefore, the undead on the battlefield were attacked by a deadly blizzard. The undead were forced to find ways to survive. The black fog was frozen into gray-black snow, and large sections collapsed. The power inside also stopped flowing smoothly.
As for the dragons, nothing happened at all. They just looked in surprise at the undead avoiding the weak snowflakes.
A tree man stretched out his trunk and caught a few goose-feather-like snowflakes, feeling nothing at all.
As for the other party, an undead couldn't avoid being hit by a snowflake, and his body suddenly turned blue and blue. Thick frost formed on his skeleton, and his body became much heavier.
Then a strange wind blew, and the snow covered him head-on, and all that was left was an ice sculpture trying to escape.
Looking around, it seemed like it was snowing everywhere and there was no end in sight.
The gray-black frozen fog was soon buried by the heavy snow, and only white remained between the sky and the earth.
In the black and gold square spire, Crystal Mushroom Head also saw the snow, because this place was also within the range of the snow-covered world.
Heavy snow fell, and the tall bone towers were covered with snowflakes, which froze into thick frost and gradually condensed into ice, penetrating deep into the skin and joints. The flowing spiritual substances were solidified and could not be transported normally. The furnaces that melted the materials to make bone armor also gradually went out.
"Snow?"
Crystal Mushroom Head was very surprised. He had never seen the dragon clan use such a heavy snow before. Why didn't they use such a powerful weapon before?
The black and gold square spire suddenly became transparent, and the snowflakes penetrated through it, floated in, and were caught by the crystal mushroom head. With a crush of the bony palm, they were decomposed and turned back into ice magic power.
"This kind of power is incompatible with the dragon race. Is it from the human race?"
The only variable seems to be the human race. The humans from other worlds seem to be interfering in their war with the dragon race.
"Human race, it seems that I will have another world coordinate. The long steps to godhood will be built by worlds covered with corpses one by one."
He said to himself, "It's a pity that I can't find the legendary Sphere of All Worlds. The gods created a place connecting all worlds. If there was a Sphere of All Worlds, I wouldn't have to go through so much trouble."
The ghosts standing on both sides, the one in the front row on the right with a sheep-headed dark flame ghost asked: "My lord, does the Ten Thousand Worlds Sphere really exist?"
"Of course it exists. Thousands of years ago, someone opened it, and I felt the fluctuations!"
"My Lord, what does the Ten Thousand Worlds Sphere look like?"
"I don't know either, but all the gods come and go there, so there should be many traces of gods. Unlike other realms , most of them only believe in one or two gods. This Dragon Realm is a surprise. I saw that they believed in many gods before, and I thought... I didn't expect it to be just a sealed place."
The Crystal Mushroom Head didn't want to say more. He stood up from his throne and grabbed a curved crystal scepter standing next to him. On it was something like a crystal fruit, emitting a dim light. He shouted, "Get ready to fight. The human race coming this time is quite powerful!"
"yes!"
The ghosts in the hall flew out one by one.
Below, huge bodies woke up one after another to welcome the return of their masters.
Boom boom boom…
Soul fires lit up these huge creations, shattering the ice covering them, shaking off the snowflakes, drawing their weapons, and preparing for battle.
On the black and gold square spire, the crystal mushroom-head held high the crystal scepter in his hand. On the top of the curved scepter, there appeared something that looked like a fruit, but it emitted a star-like light, but it was dim and carried the breath of death. This was the dark light.
"I'm tired of it. Now, destroy the world."
It was as if a dark sun was hanging on the crystal scepter, scattering light that could make the undead grow. The light became stronger and stronger, and the area covered became wider and wider. The dim dark light shone, and the flying snow was melted wherever it went, supporting a piece of underworld land, so that the undead in it would not suffer from the ice and snow.
Many clever undead spirits immediately emerged from underground after feeling the illumination of the dark light.
They were smart enough. When they saw that they were no match for Feixue, they immediately hid underground.
The land here has been infected by black fog for a long time, so it can withstand some of the cold. Those who moved quickly actually avoided this disaster and drilled down dozens or hundreds of meters, allowing the thick soil layer and the dead air contained in it to block the cold.
The decisive battle is about to begin!
These undead spirits shook off the dirt on their bodies and roared, with devilish sounds shaking the sky.
