The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

The void began to vibrate wildly.

Countless photons shed their sacred outer garments and fell into mortal form in the plummeting vacuum constant. They aged, withered, and exploded into trillions of electron-positron pairs, but were hijacked and used as blades by the wind element, which was a thousand times more violent.

The entire sky turned into the resonance chamber of a percussion instrument, and every breath was like the drum of heaven beating the earth.

On the mirror-like spatial barrier, starlight flowed in reverse, turning the fight into an infinitely reverberating sound.

The figure of the Dragon King was suspended at the neck of the Klein bottle. He held the knife in both hands above his head. The blade absorbed the scattered photons around it and gradually turned into a translucent gray crystal. His white hair danced wildly in the particle storm, and every strand of hair was flowing with pale plasma.

"Isn't it beautiful?" The King of Wind's soliloquy came from all directions, "When eternal things learn to die."

Zhao Qing said nothing, but drew his sword.

In the twisted and changing strange space, her running figure was stretched into a blurred band of light, which was like a bright galaxy stretching across the veil of eternal night. The originally indestructible sword edge was gradually melting under the endless thunderstorm, and the ice crystal runes were like spring snow meeting the sun, peeling off piece by piece in the electronic rain.

Like a string of extinguished stars.

But she’s still moving forward.

In the infinitely looping corridor of the void, every turn adjusts the vibration frequency, and the sword intent that extends synchronously is like fine needle embroidery, silently outlining the longitude and latitude of the space structure.

It must be said that Zhao Qing had not anticipated that in this battle he would be facing off against a certain Dragon King's exclusive World-Destroying Spirit.

After all, according to the common sense she knew, if she released this kind of "ancient authority" in human form, it would inevitably exceed the maximum carrying capacity of the body, and she would collapse before or after the release of the Word Spirit.

This is equivalent to a one-time self-explosion that is almost the same as Rhine, and it does not necessarily ensure mutual destruction - when the flash-melt reaction has exhausted the free elements in the environment, the energy required to activate the Word of Destruction must be completely taken from the Dragon King's own savings, and the power will obviously be reduced by several levels.

Normally, it is necessary to at least grow a huge dragon body and enter the adult stage before such an ultimate move can be used with almost no side effects. Otherwise, the result will be a lose-lose situation at best.

So, the King of Sky and Wind knew that he could no longer defeat himself with conventional means, and decided that instead of repeatedly going back and forth, cocooning himself into a deep sleep, he might as well give it a try to turn the tide of the battle?

Her mind flashed like lightning, and she quickly came up with the answer that was closest to the truth:

The opponent must have a way to circumvent, or reduce the cost of releasing such words. He used a series of advanced alchemy to adjust the power and energy consumption of Indra's Wrath, making it controllable and affordable, so he dared to cast it in human form.

According to the information Zhao Qing already knew, each world-destroying spirit had a mechanism that was similar to a chain reaction and continuously amplified its destructive power.

Just like Rhine's elemental flash melting and gravitational siphon, Indra's Wrath relies on the field of photon decay to stimulate more and more wind elements and thunder and lightning from the vacuum.

In other words, in the early stages of the chain reaction, within the first few microseconds, the authority-level impact of photon decay had not yet expanded exponentially. What she feared most about the enemy was still the obsidian blade with billions of volts of high voltage, and the subsequent chain lightning strikes it could launch.

After the ionization channel is opened up at a pilot stage with a speed of nearly a thousand times the speed of sound, lightning at a speed of half the speed of light will sweep across the sky. Even if she has already built a corresponding shield in advance, it will be difficult for her to hold on for more than a few rounds.

It is necessary to create a certain distance and break free from the constraints of this closed spatial loop in order to gain room for maneuver.

The hymn-like chanting of dragon text interrupted Zhao Qing's thoughts.

Behind the King of Wind, five layers of magnificent rainbow light wheels unfolded, and in the center of each wheel was a different geometric totem—a regular tetrahedron, a cube, an octahedron...

The Platonic solid that spans illusion and reality rotates slowly in the halo, symbolizing the absolute control of Dragon Alchemy over the origin of matter.

Then, he began to swing the obsidian blade in his hand, the tip of the blade picking at a shrinking shadow, which was a "vacuum wound" stripped of photons. There was no sound along the way, but people could naturally "hear" the name of the slash and the divine echo: "Eternal Night."

When the knife fell, the light of the three thousand worlds seemed to be drawn away by this one cut.

It dragged a deep, gray trail, and was about to bury Zhao Qing along with the starlight that was entering its twilight years.

Zhao Qing's vision instantly fell into absolute darkness, with only the incandescent light cores dancing in the King of Wind's eyes, like two world-destroying beacons hanging in the void. She could clearly sense that her skin was being rubbed by rapidly decaying photons, and every inch of her skin was making fine crackling sounds.

But the crisis made her mind more acute.

In the deepest part of consciousness, an invisible sword condensed by sword intent quietly emerged.

Different from the melting ice crystal sword outside her body, this is a "heart sword" tempered purely by mental power. The runes flowing on the sword are no longer brilliant runes, but have turned into golden light spots as fine as star sand - that is the true meaning of martial arts that she has condensed after thousands of battles.

They light up in the collapsing eternal night, like stars that refuse to give up.

When the light of the miniature star had dimmed like a candle in the wind, and the Eternal Night Blade was only three inches away from her forehead——

"Ding!"

An ice crystal suddenly bloomed in front of the blade.

It was one of the sword-shaped ice symbols that had been floating on the edge of the battlefield earlier, but now it became the most timely shield.

The moment the ice crystal and the black crystal knife collided, a supernova-like light burst out between the two. The photons weakened by the word of annihilation suddenly reflected back, burning out a final brilliance before annihilation.

In the light explosion, Zhao Qing's figure blurred for a moment, then melted and dispersed into the ice crystals floating in the sky.

Each ice crystal reflected her shattered image, and thousands of three-inch-tall Zhao Qings danced in the optical maze.

Some were chopped off by the Sword of Eternal Night, but some shuttled through the gravitational folds like eternal fireflies in a snowstorm.

The Dragon King's face changed color again, and he lost his composure.

His control over the "authority" of time and space was indeed superior to that of the other party, but this woman's use of various types of energy was simply incredible, like using dead branches to build a bridge across a volcano, and using dewdrops to refract the entire starry sky - all of which were wild and unconventional.

"It's just a temporary miniature Nibelung, Bodhi Heart Ying Liuliyue, break it for me!"

Seeing the enemy's surprise and panic from afar, Zhao Qing, who was using the Spiritual Transformation Light Sky Sword, suddenly lowered her eyes and smiled, because she had fully understood the two fundamental flaws of this cage:

First, the Nibelungen is essentially a fictional space maintained by the high-dimensional consciousness of dragons, and there must be hidden spiritual imprints in it that can be broken; second, each alchemical maze has a rule that can be escaped, which is a basic principle that cannot be violated, that is, there is an exit. She immediately planned to do both, and her sword intent condensed into the sharpest scalpel, quietly starting the dissection changes on the spiritual level. The golden light spots as fine as star sand suddenly broke away from the trajectory of the heart sword and turned into tens of thousands of golden drizzles, which fell to every corner of the space.

With each drop of golden rain that fell, spider-like cracks appeared in the void, as if the projection of the higher-dimensional space on the lower-dimensional space was punctured.

The dragon totems that supported the Klein bottle structure continued to disintegrate and be erased under the impact of the sword intent, like the autumn wind blowing off the morning dew, and the "walls" on all sides began to become brittle.

But the collapse of the Nibelung was much slower than expected. Even if its stability was completely broken, it would be difficult to produce major changes in such a short period of time measured in microseconds, and constraints still existed.

"The Great Confucian Disaster: The Heavenly Principle Is Unraveled!"

But Zhao Qing still found a solution. She just retracted her sword and spun it around, tapping the tip of her toes on a piece of void debris that had fallen off the edge of a barrier. In an instant, thousands of sword shadows appeared like peacocks spreading their tails, and each one accurately pierced the stress node of the space.

This is the most ancient sacrificial dance, using the edge of a sword to measure the cracks in the world. It can be called "dissecting the beginning and the root of the matter"!
Few people know that ultimate words like Shiva's Karma Dance actually have multiple modes of action and a wide range of killing.

In addition to the well-known release of stress accumulated in the rock lattice, causing the earth to wail, twist and crack, this "drilling" upgrade also includes the release of stress accumulated inside atoms, forcing heavy nuclear fission, and the release of hidden stress in the internal structure of space, forcibly opening its "portal".

The third effect mentioned above is actually the reason why the "Goddess of Death Hela" evolved from the twin kings of the earth and the mountain devouring each other can open the doors of all the dead countries in the world:

This is because this ability is actually a variation of Shiva's Karma Dance - it is more efficient in opening up space and has a larger range.

Brahman mythology says that there are three gods in the world: Brahma is the creator, Vishnu is the maintainer, and Shiva is the destroyer. When he dances, the world reaches the end of a cycle.

In a sense, this is true.

Because every world-destroying word spirit does have the power to directly destroy the Nibelungen space, and theoretically, among the four monarchs, Shiva Karma, who is famous for his "power", is the most powerful, and ranks higher than the other three in the word spirit periodic table.

During her study under Zhao Qing, Xia Mi became more and more adept at controlling stress and energy. She had already optimized the model structure of Shiva's Karma Dance, just like Indra's Wrath on the Wind King's side, achieving load reduction and speed increase, and gradually becoming more concise.

The power of this "lightened version" was further formed in her hands as the blood alliance was signed.

The reason why this grand and solemn word spirit is not chanted in dragon script but dances in ancient and exquisite rotations is that it completely uses the pure force transmitted by the movement to construct elemental nodes, transcending the conventional language that is limited by the speed of sound and "low resolution" on various levels.

However, when it gave up the majestic power of mobilizing the stress of the earth veins, it concentrated its focus on the space itself and turned into one of Zhao Qing's latest "Nine Swords of Tai Su". It was proficient in the changes of the quality from the beginning to the form, and was an important achievement of her research and development in the field of time and space.

"The sky cracked and the earth's axis broke" was realized in the next moment!
The majestic sound of collapse seemed to come from the depths of the universe.

The sword energy flew through the burning void, and thousands of ice runes woven into feathered clothes protected her body. The Dragon King's long-prepared Eternal Night Sword slashed down again, but only shattered the afterimage she left behind.

The torn space-time bubble vibrated violently, reflecting half of the electron rain back to the caster. The King of Wind had no choice but to block and retreat, watching the carefully arranged killing game become a cocoon of self-binding.

The dark space behind Shi Yi Guang suddenly opened up, and the star track patterns as thin as hair overlapped after millions of refractions, and condensed into seven transparent lightsabers of the color of glass in the void.

They hovered at the outer edges of two pocket-sized versions of the World-Destroying Word Spirit's domain, neither advancing nor retreating, like a ruler measuring destruction.

This is the time rollback phenomenon.

Because the two worlds are based on the subjective time axis of Zhao Qing and Shi Yi Guang, and they are the link that maintains the relativity of time and space, it miraculously caused the support from the main body to arrive ahead of schedule.

To put it in simple terms, the reversal of time cannot affect the other side, and will not cause the Spark Sword on its way to turn back.

The seven starlight swords connected into a magic circle by the direction of the Big Dipper, in addition to the traditional concept of life and death, also quietly blended the sin and punishment realm of the "Seven Deadly Sins" created by Norton - although there was no plan to loan out this set of alchemical weapons, Constantine at least allowed Zhao Qing to observe and comprehend it closely, so that he could fully understand its true meaning.

Because the King of Bronze and Fire and the King of Sky and Wind have been in a hostile relationship for a long time, although the "Seven Deadly Sins" are designed to deal with the seven dragon kings, they generally tend to punish the King of Wind, and have more obvious special attack attributes than the others, which can be fully utilized in battle.

When the space barrier was completely broken, long-range support naturally fell into Zhao Qing's hands. She held the "Greed" that looked like a Scottish straight-blade broadsword and the "Pride" that looked like the Han Bafang ancient sword in her left and right hands respectively. The other five light blades of different shapes revolved around the "Tian Gang Jie Nu".

According to Zhao Qing's in-depth analysis, the "original sin" of the King of Wind in front of him is probably one of these two, or both, so he mainly uses the corresponding double star swords of "Tanlang" and "Wenqu" in the Big Dipper to achieve the effect of restraining his weaknesses.

"Thank you for your time and space lessons." The girl smiled softly as she looked at the Dragon King who was waiting for her. "It's time to pay the tuition now."

In front of Zhao Qing, whose momentum and pressure suddenly increased dozens of times, the King of Wind seemed to no longer have the power to choose to refuse.

But he blew the whistle helplessly, and then summoned a curved spear from nothingness, put on a sky blue wind cloak and mottled armor, and wore a dead wood-like mask on his face.

After transforming into the Norse God King Odin, the Dragon King seemed to have gained extra strength. The elemental deficiencies and physical damage caused by the continuous release of high-level words were immediately replenished and restored.

The original obsidian blade instantly appeared at the tip of the spear, acting as the spearhead.

As for the other parts of the conceptual weapon, such as the eight-legged Pegasus and the flock of ravens, they were considered a burden in such a fierce battle and were all abandoned.

The ultimate question hanging over the battle situation at this moment is like the paradoxical light flashing at the tip of the Eternal Spear - this Dragon King who suddenly put on the cloak of a one-eyed god, has he torn off his disguised true form of the wind, or has he merely activated and used an alchemical mask of Odin?

If the power of a mere dead wood mask is enough to serve as the final trump card of the first generation Dragon King and enable him to turn the tables in desperate situations, then how powerful is the real Odin?

What is even more alarming is that the current posture of the King of Sky and Wind is, is he "playing" the Odin in mythology, or is it Odin's will that is reviving and descending through his body?
The King of Wind did not answer. He just gripped his spear tightly, letting the thunder gather at the tip of the spear to form the judgment of cause and effect and fate.

The moment the Spark Sword Formation met Kungunir, both sides seemed to have fallen into a boiling sea of ​​stars.

There was no up or down, only countless mirror-like fragments of space floating in the air. Fragments of glazed ice crystals and obsidian rose in spirals, interweaving into a thunderous tornado that spanned the sky and earth.

Every piece of light and shadow is a miniature battlefield, repeating the eternal moments of slashing and stabbing.

The ensuing confrontation is beyond description.

Because light was dead, no one could witness the battles beyond vision. Only when the aftermath swept across the mountains and the clouds were torn open with a circular hole hundreds of miles in diameter, revealing the blue to black deep space behind, did the onlookers realize that a battle beyond common sense was taking place.

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When the snow fell again, all that remained of the old temple site was a huge glazed pit several hundred feet deep. (End of this chapter)