The Holy Ancestor's clone looked at the Dharma Serpent he summoned in surprise.
Watch it devour the sea of thunder, watch it devour the thunder dragon, watch it quickly expand even further.
The Holy Ancestor still believed that his magic snake could withstand Ning Qi's attack.
At this moment, countless calamity clouds in the sky were sucked into the mouth of the Dharma Snake.
In front of Ning Qi, the huge thunder ball was still spinning, but Ning Qi did not let it enter the mouth of the magic snake.
He also firmly believed that his strength could blow up the magic snake.
The two could no longer see each other because the center of this paradise space had been completely blocked by their magic, really blocked.
The magic snake was stretched out like a fat plate, lying across the center of the Peach Blossom Land space.
It connects to the sky above and touches the earth below. If there were people living in the Utopia space, they would be crushed to pieces at this moment.
All the thunder dragons were blessed by Ning Qi's will, and Ning Qi could completely sense the situation inside the magic snake through the thunder dragons.
At this moment, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.
Because he felt a familiar breath from this magic snake. The breath came from the boundary sea. In addition to possessing the power of the boundary sea, there seemed to be an extremely faint and ethereal breath, which made Ning Qi confused for a moment.
In short, he knew from the magical power of the Holy Ancestor's clone, the Dharma Snake, that the Holy Ancestor was definitely also spying on the entire sea of boundaries.
This Dharma snake is definitely not the real body. Just like the Holy Ancestor's clone, it is also a clone!
If it was really the real body, coupled with the strange aura Ning Qi felt, Ning Qi could not guarantee that his attack could break the magic snake.
But now...
Ning Qi was not only controlling the Thunder Dragon to bite the Magic Snake wantonly, but was also dismantling the Holy Ancestor's magic.
It is a rare opportunity to encounter such a thing. As I said before, he has to squeeze out all the value from the Saint Ancestor's clone.
The Saint Ancestor's clone is neither too strong to be defeated nor too weak for him now, and is the most suitable opponent for him now.
Ning Qi's thoughts turned over and over, the fire of wisdom burned in his eyes, and his understanding reached its peak.
Under the destruction of the Thunder Dragon, the Dharma Serpent was also further dismantling its structure, its principles, and its origins...
After a while, Ning Qi opened and closed his eyes and pointed at the huge magic snake.
Bang!
The entire Peach Blossom Land space seemed to have been dropped by a nuclear bomb.
A flash of lightning suddenly appeared, and the entire magic snake was stretched and exploded.
Endless lightning flashed like shooting stars and scattered in all directions, illuminating the entire Peach Blossom Land space, as well as the Saint Ancestor's clone who had a slightly surprised look on his face.
"I actually lost to this kid in a head-on contest of magic power and supernatural powers?" The Saint Ancestor's clone murmured.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a black dragon suddenly rushing towards him with its fangs and claws bared in the lightning.
The black dragon was lifelike, with its mouth wide open, and its white teeth were like sharp swords. The Holy Ancestor seemed to smell the strong fishy stench from the thunder dragon's mouth.
whoosh!
The next second, a black dragon came like lightning.
The Holy Ancestor suddenly took out another ring from his hand and threw it towards the black dragon.
As soon as it flew out, the ring continued to grow larger. There was no pattern on it, and even the color looked particularly dark.
In an instant, the black dragon's neck was caught by the developed ring.
The ring suddenly shrank, almost strangling the black dragon from the neck.
But at this moment, all the scales on the black dragon exploded, as if turning into sword energy, slashing towards the ring.
Ding ding ding ding!
The continuous sound of weapons clashing resounded throughout the void, and the strong collision force directly caused the ring that had just been tightened to suddenly expand.
The bare black dragon once again charged straight towards the Holy Ancestor.
The hundred-word magical power appeared on the Holy Ancestor's body again, protecting him tightly.
But the black dragon didn't care, as if he was determined to die until he broke the Hundred Words Magical Power.
The two collided, the space shook, but neither of them retreated.
Continue to collide with your own strength, determined to see who is stronger.
Suddenly, the black dragon opened its mouth again and spewed out a bolt of lightning that looked like a black flame.
Thunder and fire blazed across the sky, and as soon as they appeared, they burned down the space, engulfing the Holy Ancestor and the Hundred-Word Divine Power on his body.
The space was distorted, and the Saint Ancestor's clone and his protective magical powers seemed to be completely exiled into another space.
However, the hundred words on the Saint Ancestor's body suddenly expanded, and divine light flowed, like the only light in the darkness.
It contained the will and power of the Holy Ancestor, and instantly and briefly expanded the black flames.
Sizzle!
But the black flame seemed to have changed. The black flame attached to the Hundred-Character Divine Power, burning non-stop, but with no sign of weakening.
Not only that, his Hundred Words Magical Power seemed to have a trend of resonance with it.
This scene immediately made the Holy Ancestor's clone feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.
He thought he had fallen into Ning Qi's illusion again, otherwise with his ability, it would be impossible for him to dispel the black flames.
Looking with divine eyes, the Saint Ancestor's pupils moved slightly.
"This is……"
The black flames attached to the Hundred-Character Magical Power Shield were now constantly growing larger in his eyes.
He actually discovered that this black flame was not the same power that Ning Qi had used before, nor was it thunder. Instead, it gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
As the black flames continued to grow in his eyes and he observed from a microscopic perspective, even though the Saint Ancestor had already cultivated to the point where he could be as still as a mountain and his mind as calm as a pool, he almost vomited blood at this moment.
It was seen that the black flame indeed possessed the power of the rules of fire, but more importantly, the magnified black flame flickered in the eyes of the Saint Ancestor's clone, and was obviously also composed of word shadows.
"This kid...when did he secretly learn my magic?"
The black flames were pulsating, and from a microscopic perspective, they looked like his Hundred-Character Divine Power, consisting of individual characters.
For example, the word "flame", the word "fire", the word "wind", the word "sticky", and so on and so forth...
In addition to possessing the power of its own rules, each word also possesses both divine charm and the great Dao...
The several elements complement each other. The Saint Ancestor's clone clearly felt from them that these characters were not condensed enough, and the combination of the will of the Dao on them was still a bit awkward. It was obvious that Ning Qi had just learned them.
The Holy Ancestor had lived for so long and had seen many geniuses, but in the fierce battle with him, every step was calculated, and in such a short time, someone could actually steal his skills right in front of him, and do it so well!
The Holy Ancestor dared to guarantee that as long as Ning Qi was given a little more time, the ability of the black flame would be able to reach a higher level.
It's even on par with his Hundred Words Magical Power!
Is this guy really not the reincarnation of an immortal?
The Holy Ancestor was a little surprised and confused at this moment, because even he could not do what Ning Qi did.
He was sure that in the two spiritual realms, whether it was him or the Mountain Ancestor and the Sea Ancestor, or even the will of the two realms, it was impossible for them to comprehend Ning Qi's understanding in such a short time.
Although the two spiritual realms can accommodate all things and generate all things, and are naturally the world, all of this is based on instinct rather than learned by oneself.
He felt this firsthand when he subdued the newly awakened will of the Haoran Realm and led him onto the right path.
so……
The Holy Ancestor looked at the black flames burning on the surface of his Hundred Words Magical Power, and for a moment, he didn't know whether to cry or feel helpless.
The Hundred Characters Magical Skill he created was the result of his extensive reading since childhood, studying various famous calligraphers' calligraphy, understanding their spiritual will, and integrating various allusions and cultural elements into the characters, which led to his current achievements.
But what about Ning Qi?
How old is Ning Qi? Even if he spent all his time studying, he wouldn't be able to comprehend this magical power so quickly.
But now, right in front of the Holy Ancestor, Ning Qi put on a good show for him.
The black flames flickered, as if mocking the Saint Ancestor's clone.
The Holy Ancestor controlled the magical power of a hundred words, and one of the words suddenly flew out, and it was the word "kill"!
When the word "kill" was uttered, it had no edge and no substance, yet it was sharper than anything in the world.
The word "kill" seemed to turn into a flash of sword and shadow, and eighteen kinds of weapons and techniques kept slashing towards the black flames.
Swish, swish, swish!
Ning Qi sensed everything and had long since given up other means of attack. He also controlled the black flame to fight against the Holy Ancestor.
With a thought, he transformed the characters that made up the black flames into a group of "kill" characters.
One word on one side, one group on the other.
The two fought each other, jumping around in the space, which looked a bit funny.
But the dangers involved are unknown to ordinary people.
Rather than saying it is a fight, it is better to say it is an understanding of everything.
It is unknown how many tens of thousands of years the Holy Ancestor has lived. He also likes reading, copying calligraphy and painting. His profound background makes him the absolute best in the two spiritual realms.
Ning Qi’s strength lies in his comprehension!
The opponent took out a word "Zhan" that seemed to contain all the sharp weapons in the world and gathered all the sharpness to destroy the black flames, so he let the black flames turn into the word "Zhan".
Ning Qi might not be able to defeat the Holy Ancestor with a single word, but with a group of the same words, Ning Qi is full of confidence in himself.
The two men have been fighting for a long time. From their thunderous voices to the current silence, their might has faded, and it has actually become more dangerous.
Every word condensed the mental strength of the two people. It was extremely difficult to manipulate this magical power that was between illusion and reality.
Swish, swish, swish!
At this moment, the Holy Ancestor seemed to have let go of everything and focused on fighting Ning Qi.
In fact, even he has always longed for this kind of unique battle.
Although Ning Qi's attainments in the art of "words" were far inferior to his, Ning Qi often took unexpected and unconventional approaches, which were always different from the down-to-earth methods that the Saint Ancestor used to practice this magical power.
This is entirely a battle and collision of wills!
As time goes by, whether it is the Holy Ancestor or Ning Qi, they should no longer feel tired after reaching their current level of cultivation.
But now, the tops of both of their heads were like boiling water, with white steam curling out, and it was obvious that their intention had reached the extreme.
At the beginning, the Holy Ancestor could still continuously chop off Ning Qi's clumsy imitations, chopping off dozens or even hundreds of "kill" characters at a time, but gradually, he was completely unable to do it.
It was as if he had not cut a single word, and Ning Qi's understanding of the word "cut" became deeper.
The Holy Ancestor was slightly startled, but remained calm.
In this kind of fight, neither side can withdraw. If one side withdraws, it will never make any progress again for the rest of its life. As long as it relaxes even a little, the other side will take advantage of it.
Moreover, compared to the real showdown of magic and supernatural powers, this kind of fight is extremely strange. It can be regarded as a battle between each other's great ways. There is no thought of retreating at all, and they can only advance and not retreat.
Swish, swish, swish!
Shadows of words were constantly being cut off and falling into the void.
Gradually, the Holy Ancestor began to have less and less ability to cut off Ning Qi's "kill" characters. At the beginning, he could still cut off tens or even hundreds of them, but later, Ning Qi's ability increased at a terrifying speed, and the Holy Ancestor could only cut off less than ten characters.
But in the end, the Holy Ancestor was shocked to find that there was only an extremely condensed word "kill" left in front of him!
The Holy Ancestor's Hundred Words Magical Power faded away at some point, and Ning Qi also gave up other methods of attack.
It would be more accurate to say that the two of them were playing chess and engaging in a game rather than fighting.
Ning Qi quickly absorbed the power of this magical power from the Holy Ancestor, and became stronger as he fought.
In the end, the Saint Ancestor's clone didn't even notice that a layer of white sweat had appeared on his forehead.
clang!
Only a crisp sound was heard, and two "kill" characters exploded simultaneously in the air.
Ning Qi and the Saint Ancestor's clone both took a step back and shook their heads in unison, as if recovering from a momentary intense sense of daze.
The Saint Ancestor's clone stared at Ning Qi in the void opposite.
"No wonder you can grow so fast, I finally understand."
Ning Qi's eyes sparkled, as if after this dangerous battle, his mind had become clearer.
"Old man, don't give up, keep going!"
The Saint Ancestor's clone swallowed his saliva.
He carefully sensed his own state. Damn, his clone had just fought with Ning Qi, and 70% of his mental energy had been consumed.
The energy of his clone is not infinite. Since he can enter the war realm, he naturally limits the power of his clone.
He had originally intended to use his clones to replenish the Haoran Realm's military strength, but he didn't expect that Ning Qi alone would have consumed almost all of them.
"Alright, if you keep fighting me, I'll have to summon my second clone."
He suddenly said.
"You don't want to fight me anymore?"
The Holy Ancestor stared at Ning Qi. To be honest, he was really willing to fight with Ning Qi. After all, it was rare for him to meet such a terrifying young man in his life.
He transformed into many clones in the Haoran Realm, traveled around the entire Haoran Realm, and even accepted the will of the Haoran Realm as his disciple.
From this point of view, the Holy Ancestor simply has a habit of being a teacher!
Therefore, when he met a guy like Ning Qi, he was even more excited than Ning Qi, and he couldn't wait to discuss with Ning Qi. This feeling made him very happy, and it also added a touch of freshness and variety to his boring life of countless thousands of years.
However, he is the Holy Ancestor, he is now in the war realm, and he still has things to do!
The Saint Ancestor's clone suddenly pointed into the void.
Ning Qi was stunned. He saw that the Holy Ancestor was not releasing his magical powers, but was displaying a hexagram in the void in front of him.
"Boy, do you know why I sent my clone here?"
Ning Qi said, "Of course it's because I killed nearly a thousand Hedao cultivators in your Haoran Realm. You are here to replenish the cultivators and maintain a balance between the cultivators in the two realms."
The Saint Ancestor's clone smiled slightly and said, "You only guessed part of it right."
He pointed to the hexagram in front of him and said, "I had a divination before I came here, and this hexagram reminded me that you might be my helper, not my enemy..."
Ning Qi's expression remained calm.
"Old man, you are already old, and you are the Holy Ancestor. Do you even believe this?"
"I don't care whether you believe it or not, but I do!"
The Saint Ancestor's clone's expression suddenly changed, and he said to Ning Qi, "If my guess is correct, you seem to be deliberately guiding the two realms to maintain balance, right?"
Ning Qi: “…”
At this moment, Ning Qi felt for the first time a sense of crisis that someone had seen through the truth.
Could this old man really figure out everything about him? (End of this chapter)
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