"Hey, no matter what I say, you can't explain it clearly."

Looking at Han Xiuchen, Qiyuan felt very helpless.

This guy is obviously like him, but his words and ideas are different from him.

It seems that there is really no need to say anything between me and Han Xiuchen.

Thinking of this, Zhiyuan's expression became extremely cold and noble.

He forcibly resisted the impact of Han Xiuchen's two swords on him.

His hand holding the gun of origin also exerted a little force.

At this moment, Qiyuan's body slowly rose into the air.

Behind him, the Nine Colors' Ring of Origin appeared and slowly rotated behind him.

The gun of origin in his hand also had a nine-color halo.

"Origin, Judgment!"

With a wave of his hand, the gun of Origin disappeared silently.

Then Zhiyuan raised his hand and let out a slight move. The extremely indifferent voice echoed in the ears of all the powerful people who had reached the realm of their own.

At the center of the Origin World, in the dark sky above Han Xiuchen's head, a huge nine-color halo appeared and spread throughout the entire Origin World.

And in the sky that looked like a black hole, a pure white thunder suddenly flashed, turning into a white beam of light and instantly enveloped Han Xiuchen.

The speed is so fast that even the clear eyes cannot see it.

Even Han Xiuchen couldn't react.

He could only bear the attack of the white thunder.

After the white light column attacked Han Xiuchen, it instantly enveloped the entire world of origin.

I don’t know how long it took for the white thunder beam to gradually dissipate.

The entire world of practice has almost not been affected by a single point.

The only place that was affected was where Han Xiuchen stood.

Where he is, the ground is broken.

There is a huge pit.

In the big pit, there are countless tiny white lightning and lightning rushing in it like a white snake.

Han Xiuchen was lying in the big pit without any movement.

His robe looked broken and charred, and his body became more and more illusory.

At the corner of his mouth, blood stains filled with the breath and power of the huge aura of Tao slowly overflowed.

Beside him, he quietly inserted it on the ground.

There were a hint of white lightning lingering on the blade at the moment, and the blade at the moment seemed relatively dim.

Bang!

Just as Qing was so nervous that she walked to the edge of the big pit, Han Xiuchen, who was almost motionless in the big pit, slowly opened his eyes.

Although his eyes looked extremely tired, they were still bright.

He slowly raised his hand and put it on his forehead, looked at the sky with half-closed eyes, and the voice echoed in Qingming and Zhiyuan's ears: "Is this the judgment of Zhiyuan?"

Qiyuan, who was floating in the air, looked at Han Xiuchen coldly and did not speak.

Instead, he raised his hand and continued his move.

At this moment, another nine-colored halo burst out in the dark sky that seemed like a hollow.

A terrifying pressure erupted from it.

Then another thunder erupted.

But this thunder was no longer pure white, but pitch-black.

Moreover, it did not turn into a pillar of light again as soon as it appeared, but turned into a gun of judgment, falling directly towards Han Xiuchen.

The speed was so fast that it appeared in front of Han Xiuchen in the blink of an eye.

Just when Qingming felt his whole body palpitations and subconsciously wanted to resist Han Xiuchen, Han Xiuchen, who was lying in the pit, suddenly raised his hand and gently pointed at the gun of judgment.

The moment his fingers came into contact with the tip of the Gun of Judgment, black ripples and dark ripples burst out, constantly raging towards the world of origin.

Although it has not destroyed any environment in the world of origin, it has caused different degrees of spatial distortions in various parts of the world of origin.

Even the world of origin can feel the extremely terrifying flow of time.

Moreover, the time flow rate is completely different everywhere.

From this point of view, you can see how unimaginable this impact was.

Bang!

Puff!

After a long time, countless cracks suddenly appeared in the Gun of Judgment, and then burst with a bang, turning into countless dark thunder and lightning, slowly dissipating.

A scar appeared on Han Xiuchen's middle finger.

The blood stains emitting a strong aura of the Great Dao were revealed.

The moment he lowered his hand, Han Xiuchen also sat up.

He sat cross-legged in the pit, raised his head and looked at the origin from afar, without saying anything.

When Zhiyuan saw this scene, his brows frowned slightly.

There are nine levels of judgment in total.

Although it is not more powerful than the other, every trial has its focus.

For example, the real lethality of the first trial just now was much worse than that of the second trial.

But why did he almost seriously injured Han Xiuchen in the first trial, but Han Xiuchen completely resisted?

Could it be that the first trial was the force that restrained Han Xiuchen?

Maybe it's a bit possible, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it's unlikely.

After all, it is not the first trial focus and purification, and Han Xiuchen's power is despair, so he can restrain him.

Therefore, the more he thought about it, the more he became confused.

However, with his pride, since he has different ideas from Han Xiuchen and cannot convince each other at all, he is too lazy to ask.

To avoid making yourself ignorant in front of Han Xiuchen.

Just as he slowly raised his hand and planned to come to his third trial, Han Xiuchen, who was sitting cross-legged in the pit, moved his fingers slightly for a moment.

In an instant, Qiyuan kept raising his hand and his expression became extremely dull.

It was as if at this moment, he was pulled into another time and space.

Gradually, several minutes passed in the deduction in Qingming’s mind.

Han Xiuchen's power condensed into the black net covering the Origin body disappeared silently.

And there was also a faint black mist on Qiyuan's body.

There was also a faint aura of despair in his dull eyes.

It was as if in Han Xiuchen's invisible attack, the origin had begun to be affected by the power of despair.

puff!

Just when the aura of despair emitted from Zhiyuan could be felt clearly, Han Xiuchen suddenly felt an extremely heavy aura of Zhiyuan.

He couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and his already illusory body seemed to be even more illusory.

It's like it's about to turn into a shadow.

At this time, Qiyuan slowly opened his eyes.
Chapter completed!