Chapter 9, the lonely forest in the soul song, time sweeps through ancient and modern people
Before long, a white tower fell from the sky.
The feeling of fierce danger suddenly surged into my mind, and the dark storm groaned and trembled.
The return tower of the soul is like a black hole, emitting a swirl-like suction.
"Dark Storm • Sword Flower Art!"
Countless lonely Luo Li opens and disperses under the sword. The sword light is vertical and horizontal. Each sword light can easily cut any ninth-order magic weapon in the primitive world.
In terms of material alone, the return tower of the soul can't resist the cutting of artifacts.
But the true spirit of the 9,999 ghost kings inside it is like a simple version of the Senluo Wanxiang fairy weapon.
He imprisoned the sword flower with brute force, and at the same time, he flew to suppress the dark storm again.
King Dana, who has learned a lesson, will never make the same mistake again.
He didn't expect that in just one hundred and fifty years, the little ant in the past had grown into a giant.
But now God-given, although there is an artifact, it is still not the opponent of King Dana.
The thoughts in my mind are running violently. The secret art of Zhou Tian's perfection is full of inspiration, and all kinds of strategies flow like water.
Zhou Tian's perfect secret collection, if the light brain of the scientific and technological world can automatically collect, analyze and deduce the information between heaven and earth, but it consumes the will of all sentient beings.
Every act of God-given is the most appropriate behavior after the deduction of Zhou Tian's perfect secret art.
"Escape!"
If you can't beat it, you can only escape and escape into the endless abyss. King Dana can't dare to chase him in.
God-givenly controlled the artifact and turned into sword light, pierced the defense of the return tower again, and suddenly left.
However, this time, King Dana was ready for a long time and finally launched a ghost skill called "Soul Song".
The soul song is the sealing technique of the secret in the magic prison, which can pull the practitioners into the endless abyss.
God-given felt that every illusory song sounded in all directions of the space, and the miserable song was gripping.
A suction force is added to the body to pull the gift of heaven into one of the dark.
"That's an endless abyss!" Tianci understood in an instant that there was really no place to find through the iron shoes, and it took no time to come.
King Dana thinks he has a plan, but he doesn't think he is in the arms of his enemies.
Tianci laughed, threw himself up, and took the initiative to jump into the endless abyss.
Later, King Dana appeared and saw the place where the gift of heaven disappeared, and his eyes were gloomy.
However, he really couldn't think of anything to worry about. He entered the endless abyss and could no longer come out.
Then he returned to the tower with the hard-sacrifice soul, turned back to the 18th floor of the magic prison, and went to practice.
Gui Xiu's life is endless, and there is almost no old death. Before long, Tianci will only become an idea in his memory.
The gloomy wind roared and fell rapidly, and the speed was getting faster and faster.
There is a misty ghost around. I can't see it. Looking over, it's quiet.
Tianci only felt that the speed of his falling was growing rapidly, and he didn't know how many miles he had lost every second.
However, it has not been to the end. The bottom is like the mouth of a giant beast, devouring the world, and he can only fall involuntarily.
The concept of time is extremely vague. Gradually, every moment given by God will fall tens of thousands of miles.
Then there are hundreds of thousands of miles, millions of miles, tens of millions of miles••••••
At such a fast speed, even the body composed of all kinds of random wheels can't hold on and can only turn into a dark storm.
The artifact cannot be destroyed and is immortal. In the state of endless acceleration, God feels like he is in the torrent of time.
I don't know how long it took, the sword body shook and reached the speed of light.
The dark storm completely turned into a light, but the acceleration did not stop. With another shock, Tianci suddenly found that he had jumped into another world.
In this world, it is the world of time, and the torrent of time from ancient times to the present sweeps everything.
He is bound by time.
The endless abyss is the monk who will fall into it, trapped in time and can't go back to the original world.
What is the torrent of time? Only a few people who master the law of time know the three thousand worlds.
Only when you master the law of time can you freely come and go of the torrent of time, but there are also great limitations.
Tianci felt that he had incarnated into a fish and was involuntarily washed downstream by the torrential river.
The top is the past, the bottom is the future, and the middle is the present.
The torrent of time given by God is a tributary. He sees all kinds of things in the future, which is fate.
But the future he saw is meaningless.
The universe is so big that everything has its own destiny.
Tianci didn't even know that what he saw was the place, and it didn't belong to the three thousand worlds.
I don't know how long it will take to calculate the time in the torrent of time. It's really brain-damaged.
Suddenly, a big wave came out, and God involuntarily followed the waves and fell into a depression.
This water depression is an accidental trace left by the flood of time, but now it has become an insurmountable cage.
The endless abyss put people into the puvalve of fate. Tianci figured out this problem and felt a whirlwind, and he reached a world.
The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the air is full of aura.
The intensity of Reiki is thousands of times that of the modern world.
This shows that practicing here for one day is equivalent to practicing for thousands of days in three thousand worlds.
God's gift can't help but jump. Such a strong aura is not enough to describe it with blessings. It should not exist in the world at all.
However, his realm is not something that can be improved by the amount of aura.
After experiencing the process of falling into the endless abyss, most people with poor cultivation will not be able to bear it and turn into ashes.
If you can reach the torrent of time, at least if it is the peak of the legendary realm, or if there is a magic weapon to protect yourself.
For the peak of the legendary realm, the improvement of cultivation depends on the perception of the way of heaven and the understanding of one's own body, in order to enter the peak.
Then, in this blessed world, Reiki is useless to them.
God-given vigilant flight in the air, searching, Ren Xiaoyao must also be somewhere.
But now, it can be said that in the fragment of time, God's gift can't even open the small world.
For these, Tianci was not in a hurry. He just wanted to find Ren Xiaoyao as soon as possible and find a way to go out.
Flying all the way, looking at the scenery around me, the more I look at it, the more I like it.
But all this is false.
Whether it is the past or the future, only the present is true.
If you are separated from the current person, his life is also meaningless.
Suddenly, a sword light crossed the sky, revealing a person.
This man, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, red lips and white teeth, is extremely handsome. He is a man, stepping on the handle sword.
"Brother, do you want to go to Langya to discuss the sword?" The man said politely.
I don't know what the Langya Sword is. The man opposite has a legendary cultivation, but in the feeling of God, it is not the peak.
At the moment, he answered, "In the lower palace, there is no place to go."
Learning from the experience when he first arrived at the world of style, Tianci spoke more cautiously.
At the same time, the perfect secret art of Zhou Tian is also working, constantly collecting and spreading information between heaven and earth.
This information is just some ordinary things. When the thoughts of creatures are tossed around, they will naturally wander in the air.
As for the secret, it is difficult to know through the perfect secret collection on Sunday.
The thoughts of the strong are mixed, and there is no possibility for others to explore.
"Oh, my name is Nangong Tongque. Our surname looks very similar!" As soon as the man heard God's words, he immediately exclaimed.
Hearing the word Nangong, Tianci will also be shocked.
The decline of the Shanggong family in the Middle Ages was largely due to the separation of a clan.
The departed people are surnamed "Nangong". For thousands of years, there has been no news.
God didn't expect to meet a person surnamed Nangong in the wonderful world of the torrent of time today.
In the three thousand worlds, surnames are very important and regarded as an inheritance.
The person surnamed Nangong must be the one who was separated from the Shanggong tribe at the beginning.
"Yes, brother Nangong, are you going to talk about the sword in Langya?" God has calmed, and now he has got enough information.
The world he is in at this moment is called "Medieval", which is vast and has hundreds of millions of miles, just like a big world.
However, in this billion-mile world, there is no country, but there are countless cultivation sects and rich families.
The degree of prosperity is far beyond the three thousand worlds of the primitive world. There are many legends everywhere, and the top is everywhere.
In a place where aura is a thousand times that of the primitive world, there are naturally countless strong people born.
And Langya on the Sword is a grand event in the medieval world once in a thousand years.
At that time, countless practitioners will gather in Langya Mountain, and only the most outstanding young talents can stand on the stage to talk about swords.
Prativators like Nangong Tongque just go to the conference, just like soy sauce.
Such a world immediately attracted God-given.
He has never heard that there is no country, tribe or race in a big world, all of which are composed of sects.