Chapter 4696: Grand and Small

The power of holy light is incomparable, as if it wants to melt the heaven and earth and wash away the sins of the world!

It is said that this holy light secret art is obtained from a mysterious place, which is very extraordinary and absolutely extraordinary. It is a kind of heavenly secret art, rare in the ages and invincible!

Moreover, it is extremely difficult to practice this art. It is difficult for ordinary people to get started. Even if a genius in the world gets started, he cannot reach a certain level.

It is considered one of the most difficult secret arts to practice in ancient and modern times!

Once it is practiced, the power is incomparable, the heavy power, plus the ability to purify everything, it can be said that it is really a natural magic!

At this moment, the entire universe has become illusory and virtual, and it looks like it is about to melt and fade.

This also includes the people in the universe. At this moment, they are shocked to find that their bodies have become transparent.

If you can look outside, you will find that the three universes are filled with milky white light, and the three universes have become transparent and pure.

This is the holy light art!

This is also the strength of the great elder of the human wasteland saint clan!

As you can imagine, the most central place will be the most terrifying, and it is also the center of such a grand and terrifying holy light technique.

That is where the empress is. At this moment, the empress's body seems to be transparent.

Waves of holy light washed over her, endlessly surrounding her, to purify her completely.

But the empress only looked transparent, not completely disappeared.

And the next moment, or this time, the great elder of the Human Wasteland Saint Clan finally forced the empress to take action. The empress raised her white hands.

The slender fingertips crossed the void and the vast holy light, and then the empress began to pinch the seal.

As soon as the first seal was pinched out, there was a frightening feeling between heaven and earth.

Then the second seal was pinched out, and everyone's hair and pores stood up.

This is definitely some kind of unparalleled and terrifying power.

The great elder of the Human Wasteland Saint Clan also felt it. Just two pinches made him feel an unprecedented sense of oppression and an unspeakable sense of crisis.

Obviously, this is definitely some amazing magic.

At this moment, he rushed over decisively. He wanted to interrupt the empress's pinching of fingers and prevent the empress from performing this magic that even frightened him.

He held the bow in his left hand and used the huge knife as an arrow in his right hand, and suddenly drew the bow and pulled the arrow.

His muscles bulged high, and his whole body seemed to have inexhaustible power.

At this moment, the blade shone with unparalleled light, and as he raised his power to the extreme, he shot out with a knife!

The blade cut through the sky and arrived in an instant. At the same time, the power penetrated the three universes, and the blade was unparalleled.

This knife did interrupt the empress's pinching of fingers, causing the empress to stop one hand, then raised it, and the fingertips touched the tip of the knife.

There was no earth-shaking scene as imagined, and there was no scene like a black hole exploding as imagined.

There was, like a drop of dew falling from a leaf on a misty morning, and then hitting the tip of a small grass leaf.

The power is so small, suddenly the power is reduced from the universe to such a size.

But this is even more dangerous.

Because all the grandeur comes from the smallness, and all the power comes from the subtlety.

This is the foundation. The vast ocean is made up of drops of sea water, and the world is made up of invisible particles.

At this moment, the duel between the two is no longer earth-shattering, and no longer shakes the universe.

Of course, the holy light still exists and is still suppressing the empress.

However, the next duel will be a matter of life and death, and we have to start from the foundation and the root.

The big is rooted in the small, and the power is based on the quantity.

The collision between the tip of the knife and the fingertips is the collision between a blade of grass and a dewdrop.

The next moment, the dewdrop was pierced.

The sword came with unparalleled power, but it was pierced by the fingertips.

The fingertips are like leaves, although they seem fragile, they are extremely sharp.

The great elder of the Human Wasteland Saint Clan is moving forward and approaching the empress.

But he came to that misty morning. This morning was not special. It seemed to be just a very ordinary day in the endless eternity.

The surroundings were misty and filled with water vapor.

The Great Elder of the Human Wasteland Saint Clan came on the green grass. In the moist soil, there were rooted green grass everywhere.

But every step he took, his soles were pierced by the green grass.

Blood seeped from his soles, dyeing the green grass red. There were still drops of dew around him, falling as he walked!

But at this moment, the dew was no longer his attack, but his vitality.

The dew that was originally hanging on the grass began to fall as he entered.

But Saint Wumian still did not look back. He would only move forward, not backward.

Step by step, he left his own bright red footprints in this silent morning.

He wanted to move forward, he wanted to defeat the empress to prove his own path!

Even if his feet were already bloody and bloody.

He still had a firm look in his eyes!

The empress also stood in this morning, so close yet so far away.

The holy light could not purify this morning, nor could it purify the earth and every blade of grass and tree here.

This was not heaven and earth, but flowers and trees. The scenery here suddenly fluctuated, and suddenly a picture appeared.

It was a child, he sat cross-legged, the breath he exhaled was like a dragon and a tiger, he was shining all over, and his power penetrated time and space.

That was Saint Wumian when he was a child.

So, here is Saint Wumian's life again.

This is the horror of the empress. Before Saint Wumian could get close, she had already invaded Saint Wumian's life.

And she will be the end of Saint Wumian's life!

At this moment, the great elder of the Renhuang Saint Clan also understood and knew it.

But he couldn't retreat, couldn't stop.

He either survived, or crossed over the empress and killed her with a knife.

Or, this is really the end of his life.

The dew around was shaking, wrapped and affected by a powerful force and will.

Those dewdrops no longer fell, but shook and trembled, hovering above the ground.

That also symbolized that Saint Wumian's vitality was extremely tenacious, and he was fighting against that strange power.

Saint Wumian continued to move forward, not affected by his former self.

However, he could already see the white bones under his feet. His flesh and blood could not support his ambition, and his body was not strong enough to fight the empress directly!

The Holy Light Technique was not effective either. It could only suppress and influence the empress, but could not solve her!

After taking two steps, Saint Wumien suddenly stopped and sighed, because at this moment, unknowingly, he had passed half of his life.

He finally remembered who the empress in front of him was!