510: C510 Holy War

C510 Holy War

The diameter of that huge, earthy planet is at least a hundred times that of the Earth, and it looks like it's right in front of us. However, Yang Qiu had been flying on his sword for an entire month before he was able to see the planet's appearance clearly.

He also saw the weapon that had pierced through the entire planet. What exactly did it look like?

It was a nine-story tower, the tip of the tower came out from a section of the huge planet, but even more of the tower had completely disappeared into the planet.

The dispersed meteoroids were like planets floating in the sea of stars.

Yang Qiu was amazed.

Along the way, he avoided countless meteorites, shattered planets, and countless bones. These dead skeletons didn't rot at all, as if they had just died yesterday. They were all very lifelike.

What the middle-aged man said was right. The strength of those dead men and Divine Beast had exceeded the concept of immortals. The weakest of them were First Grade Of Great Luo Golden Immortal, and they had died the most miserable deaths. That feeling. . . It was as if they had just been slapped to death by someone.

The strength of those Divine Beasts was much higher than those Great Luo Golden Immortal warriors. They had reached a level that Yang Qiu couldn't even guess. Some of them were killed by weapons, while some died together with their enemies.

Yang Qiu was no stranger to their enemies.

Some of them were tall and handsome, and there was a blood line between their eyebrows. Some of them were extremely ugly, and their bodies were emitting endless evil and death Qi.

The Heaven Clan of the Western Cult's Heavenly Dragon Eight Divisions, the Asura Race and the Evil Ghost Race.

Just as Yang Qiu was trying to clone himself, the middle-aged man in the Chaotic Space suddenly cried out in shock.

"Be careful!"

Yang Qiu was shocked, but it was too late.

He felt as if he was being torn apart by a huge force. His body no longer had the feeling of being under control. With a howl, he smashed straight at the huge yellow planet.

He was now at least a thousand kilometers away from that planet. However, he was sucked in by a strange gravitational force.

This earthen yellow planet had long lost all vitality, even its core had been destroyed, how could there be gravitational force?

But it just so happened that he had it.

Yang Qiu was so scared that his soul almost left his body.

The gravity of that planet was simply too great. It was at least ten thousand times greater than Earth. That kind of feeling was just a pull, and the bones all over Yang Qiu's body suddenly let out a cracking sound, and all the bones in his body shattered into powder.

"No. . . !"

His sharp scream was directly torn into an ending sound, all the tendons and bones in his body shattered inch by inch, and even the sound was released.

Fortunately, the green aura in his dantian suddenly erupted, and his body was instantly restored. However, in the next instant, his entire body was crushed by the gravitational force. That kind of pain, especially when he still maintained his consciousness, was a hundred times deeper than being cut into a thousand pieces.

Yang Qiu felt that his whole life was a mistake. He would rather die than suffer this kind of torture. The vocal cords in his mouth were shattered, and he couldn't even scream.

More than a thousand kilometers. The gravity of the earth was ten thousand times greater than his speed. It was a hundred times faster than his flying sword. It felt like he was falling dozens of kilometers per second. That friction was simply hell.

In just a few dozen seconds, it felt like thirty thousand years had passed for Yang Qiu.

When he fell hard on the surface of the yellow star, he heard a puff sound coming from his body.

He directly fell into a meat patty that was spread open on the ground. This meat patty could be directly transparent like a paper window, spreading out for over a hundred square meters.

A rich life force wrapped around him. Slowly, his body shrank back. After a full five minutes, his body returned to its original appearance.

However, his clothes, hair, and all the hair on his body had disappeared completely.

Yang Qiu was pressed to the ground by the huge gravitational force. He could not even stand up.

Although the gravity of the earth was ten thousand times greater than the gravity of the earth, it was nothing to Yang Qiu. However, it was not that easy to get used to it.

It was equivalent to lifting something weighing one jin on earth. Here, it was equivalent to ten thousand jin.

The difference of five tons was not enough to stop Yang Qiu, but the pain of having experienced eighteen layers of hell made him couldn't help but curse.

"Old thing! You. . . You. . . !"

Yang Qiu didn't even bother to call him senior.

In the Chaotic Space, the middle-aged man helplessly smiled bitterly.

"I'm warning you, but your reaction is too slow. "

Yang Qiu didn't even have the strength to curse.

Indeed, his reaction was too slow. If he had reacted fast, he shouldn't have come to this damn place.

The weakest creature here was a First Grade Of Great Luo Golden Immortal, so what was he?

Yang Qiu finally took out a set of supreme-grade magic robes from his storage ring and put them on. Only then did he slowly stand up and get used to the strange gravity of this huge planet. He then asked in a bad mood.

"What should I do now?"

The middle-aged man's voice became somewhat hurried.

"Left, quick, we don't have much time left. "

Yang Qiu snorted unhappily. When he tried to fly on his sword again, his speed suddenly slowed down by more than a hundred times.

Originally, he could reach ten times the speed of sound. Now, it was twenty meters per second, which was equivalent to being slightly faster than the world champion of the 100m sprint.

But this was already his limit.

This kind of speed, travelling on such a huge planet, was simply like a snail on Earth. The middle-aged man was helpless and could only secretly make his move.

Yang Qiu suddenly felt that the chaotic energy surging out of his dantian was ten million times denser than before. All the meridians in his body were filled with that kind of aura. The speed of his flying sword had suddenly increased by ten thousand times.

This speed was something that Yang Qiu could never achieve in his two lifetimes. Even a Mahayana Period expert wouldn't be able to reach the Heavenly Immortal realm.

Finally, he arrived in front of a tall building that had been destroyed.

It was a huge building with a radius of more than 100 kilometers. There was only one palace, and the huge square in front of the palace was more than 50 kilometers in length.

The buildings here did not give off the aura of a fairyland like those in Fengtian Hall and Fuxi Divine Palace. The square and the main hall were all heavy and simple.

There was also a kind of desolate Qi that assaulted his face.

The carvings of flowers, birds, fish, and insects on a broken pillar in the square gave off an incomparably mysterious Qi. Yang Qiu couldn't describe the Qi, but he could feel it.

It was the purest and purest feeling of a person facing the deepest soul.

No matter how clean and evil a person was, it seemed like he would become a good person if he sensed this kind of aura.

"What. . . Place is this?"

Yang Qiu couldn't help but ask in shock.

"Why are there so many. . . Skeletons?"1

The middle-aged man didn't say anything for a long time. In the end, his words were full of sadness.

"This is the final battlefield. We call it - Holy War. "

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