The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 3657

As soon as he finished speaking, the Heavenly Demon Pagoda in Gabriel's hand flew upwards and enlarged at top speed while in mid-air. Its demonic power was violently surging.

Likewise, the Heavenly Demon Pagoda continued to get bigger and bigger, almost threatening to break through the void.

The space, spanning tens of billions of miles, continued to collapse. It was utterly terrifying.

"Ha-ha..."

The face from the World of Darkness let out a bitter and cold laugh.

At this moment, a beam of black light shot from the distance and stopped in front of it.

It was a small dark pill, emitting a strange aura. Cold fog enveloped almost everyone, freezing them.

The next moment, the rotten face opened its mouth and swallowed the black pill.

Boom!

The rotten face let out a shrill cry, as if it had taken a potent drug and had gotten intoxicated. The cold wind was blowing mercilessly, with blood pouring in, and making the sky a dark crimson red.

The aura it emitted was at least dozens of times stronger than anyone had ever seen!

The black pill turned out to be its trump card.

"Aaawooooooo!"

The rotten face let out a long howl with a spine-chilling and terrifying voice. The cold wind continued to roar, bringing in massive walls of thick fog that made it extremely difficult to see anything.

Meanwhile, the space ahead slowly disintegrated and turned into dust!

Even the fearless colorful rooster, which was fighting fiercely against the rotten face, was shocked by the violent energy that had befallen them. With burnt feathers, it had no choice but to retreat, looking very embarrassed.

Each of the top masters now took out their own trump cards, which made their energy levels soar. Keeping up the pace, they were about to smash the Fallen Divine Valley into ruins.

"Humph!

The Fallen Divine Valley is not a place where you can show your ferocity!"

The sky-devouring dog was furious.

"Up!"

it roared.

Boom!

Somewhere in the depths of the Fallen Divine Valley, a relatively remote mountain suddenly exploded. Mud and stones began shooting up in the air.

From beneath the mountain, a huge three-eared ancient pot emerged slowly.

From the looks of it, it had been hidden within the deepest bowels of the mountain for a very long time.

The pot was so old that it had noticeable cracks and even several big holes in a few places.

The inside of the pot could be seen from the outside.

Both the outside and the inside of the pot were rusty and starting to fall apart.

These rust spots were naturally caused by time and were constantly eroded by the chaotic law of space and time, something that could not be avoided at all.

However, just as the rusty ancient pot appeared, an astonishing power burst out. It was incomparably powerful, with endless runes of the chaotic law gushing out from it.

One by one, the runes rapidly developed into powerful hurricanes that spread out in all directions at extremely fast speeds, sweeping across the boundless universe.

While it meant certain death and destruction, it was a magnificent sight to behold.

Boom!

The ancient pot hung over the Fallen Divine Valley. The chaotic void surged, making the space of hundreds of billions of miles vague and hazy. There was a mysterious chaotic law that controlled this space.

All the creatures had a feeling in their minds.

They felt that the pot seemed to have taken over the chaotic void.

Around the pot, powerful chaotic energy continued to surge and tremble, making a deafening vibration. It caused the supreme enlightenment of heaven to collapse, threatening all creatures in the ancient times and even in the future to surrender and kneel.

All the top masters from the outside had to pause in shock at what had suddenly transpired.

They looked up at the pot floating in the air.

What magic treasure was this?

Why did they involuntarily feel shocked and afraid?

These top masters possessed many powerful ancient weapons.

These ancient weapons were the most precious treasures in their sect!

But they didn't seem to work.

It was as if the weapons in their hands were also afraid and unwilling to put up a fight against the mysterious ancient pot.

Each ancient weapon was intelligent enough to analyze the situation, size up the opponent and judge the crisis automatically.