The giant statue was wearing a crimson cloak, with starlight under its feet and the night sky above its head. It was looking down at Bifituo and No. 22 in the wind and sand. Its appearance was exactly the same as Lin Qiye, but its temperament was more solemn and dignified.
This is not the [Qitian Dharma Image] drawn from the Monkey King, nor is it the [Qingyuan Dharma Image] taught to him by Yang Jian.
This is the [Law of Heaven and Earth] that Lin Qiye created by completely integrating the two. Its appearance is not that of a demon ape, nor that of the True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao, but that of Lin Qiye himself.
[Law of Heaven and Earth] is a secret method mastered by a few gods of Daxia. As long as there is spiritual energy, it can be performed without the need for mental power. This is also the only most powerful method that Lin Qiye can use when all his mental power has been drained!
"Is it him?" No. 22 frowned when he saw this scene, and asked in confusion, "His mental power should have been drained away... What kind of ability is this?"
Bifitu, whose arm was cut off, also had a gloomy and solemn expression on his face.
At this moment, a vertical eye opened from between Lin Qiye's eyebrows, and a terrifying pressure swept out!
Under the gaze of this vertical eye, Bibitu and No. 22 felt their bodies stagnate, as if a pair of invisible hands had grasped their bodies and bound them to the spot.
This was the original magical power of [Qingyuan Dharmakāya], which was now also integrated into Lin Qiye's own Dharmakāya.
The towering statue snapped his fingers, and accompanied by a whistling wind, a long sword swept across the sky like a rainbow and slashed straight towards the body of No. 22!
No. 22's eyes narrowed, and he didn't care about anything else. The three times "Klein" realm in his body burst out at the same time, and pink air waves rushed back to his body. Only then did he barely open the restraint of his vertical eyes and staggered backwards.
The Kusanagi sword brushed past his heart and cut off one of No. 22's wrists like a knife cutting tofu.
With a scream, the King's [Holy Grail] was blown dozens of meters away by the strong wind along with the severed palm.
At the same time, the towering Dharma image took a step forward and flashed directly in front of Bifitu. The black arm as big as a mountain was raised high, and with the power to destroy the world, it smashed down with a bang!
Bifitu, whose supreme divine arm was cut off by the [Sword], was unable to withstand the blow by strength alone, and was unable to use the Divine Ruins. He could only grit his teeth and retreat rapidly.
Bang--!!
The fist of Dharma smashed into the desert, and a terrifying sandstorm rolled up into the sky. Bifitu groaned, and his body flew backwards hundreds of meters, with a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
He stood up slowly, his eyes fixed on the statue, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand. A white-hot heart in his chest was beating wildly, quickly repairing the injuries in his body.
"This is just a minor injury...that body is simply cheating!" Lin Qiye's soul murmured to himself within the Dharma image.
The punch from Bibitu before directly broke several of his ribs and almost shattered his internal organs. If his body had not been baptized by the power of faith and he had not swallowed the peaches, his strength would have been several times that of his peers. This punch would probably have crushed him completely.
Although Lin Qiye's punch caused Bi Feitu serious injuries, the terrifying recovery ability of his heart reduced the injuries to minor ones in the blink of an eye.
Everyone is in the same "Klein" realm. Although Lin Qiye, who possesses many divine ruins, is extremely strong, he is still within the constraints of his realm. However, Bifitu, who has transplanted the torso of the Supreme God, is a complete monster!
Lin Qiye had no doubt that even a god would be knocked unconscious if caught off guard by Bifitu's punch.
After a melee, Lin Qiye, Bi Fitu and No. 22 stabilized their bodies in three positions respectively, guarding against each other, and a big battle was about to break out.
"No... Where is the Holy Grail?"
No. 22 covered his bloody wrist and glanced around, but did not see the fallen Holy Grail.
Lin Qiye, who was in the Dharma state, narrowed his eyes. He was extremely sensitive to spiritual energy, and suddenly seemed to have realized something, and suddenly looked up at the sky!
The boundless clear sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if someone had covered everyone's heads with a black gauze.
The sunlight gradually dimmed, the golden sand was swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit, and a cold wind blew across the desert, making it seem like a cold winter midnight, desolate and lonely.
A bright crescent moon slowly rises from the end of the night sky.
This is not Lin Qiye's ability.
"Is there anyone else in this treasure house?" Lin Qiye had a bad feeling.
Before No. 22 finished speaking, the bright crescent moon suddenly and strangely spun in the sky, turning into a light boat, creating ripples in the night sky, and slowly sailed towards the crowd.
In the crescent-shaped boat, an old man stood with a hunched back, like a ghost.
In his left hand, he was holding a bloody severed arm, and in front of him was floating a dark golden goblet.
"The Holy Grail?"
"My hand?"
No. 22 and Bifitu exclaimed at the same time.
The old man was holding the broken arm in his hand, staring at the Bifitu below with a fiery gaze, as if he was looking at an extremely rare treasure, with a smile on his lips:
"God is truly merciful to us, Sumer... He has sent us such a good sacrifice. After a hundred years of dormancy, it is finally time to reap the harvest."
He used his five fingers to grab the arm of the Supreme God and squeezed it hard!
Bang--!
The arm turned into bloodshot threads all over the sky and merged into the [Holy Grail]. The shaking wine rose rapidly, not only filling up the loss from the previous wish on the 22nd, but also multiplying the overall amount several times, almost overflowing from the cup!
“No! Stop him quickly!!” Lin Qiye seemed to have thought of something. His lips slightly opened and his voice echoed in the air like thunder.
No. 22 and Bibitu also realized that things were not going well, and they both flew up at the same time, rushing towards the lonely crescent boat in the sky.
No. 22 raised the [scepter] in his hand and was about to activate it, but the nothingness in front of him suddenly twisted!
Black hair extended from the void like a waterfall, covering the figure of No. 22. A soft and boneless hand stretched out from the black hair, lightly grasped the upper half of the [scepter], and instantly stopped the [scepter] from knocking down.
No. 22's pupils suddenly shrank, and three times the mental power of "Klein" surged, trying to wrestle with the hand, but no matter how hard he tried, the [scepter] seemed to be clamped by someone and did not move at all!
This seemingly weak hand actually has such terrifying power? !
When No. 22 was shocked, a slim and fair figure walked out from the rolling hair.
She was a woman in a white robe with a frosty face. She held the [scepter] tightly in her left hand and a spear in her right hand. She was squinting and looking down at No. 22. An unprecedented sense of oppression surged into his heart.
"This woman..." No. 22 seemed to see the shadow of a familiar woman in those beautiful eyes, and a look of fear appeared on his face!
"God! You are God!!"