Lord of All Realms

Everybody panic!

Being named by a witch means that in the near future, it will become a corpse and sink into the battlefield of destruction.

Those who have not been named, perhaps only witch silence have not seen, life and death are still unknown.

Familiar with the power of time, spending hundreds of years of life, and looking at the future, no one dares to be small.

Those who infiltrate the battlefield of destruction in various ways, only to witness the great power of the Numen and the battle of the Mo, the sanctuary-level gas refiner, the goddess of the Son and the Son of God, are defenceless for a time.

Soon after, Hu Lianhuo of Heavenly Palace, silently leading him, withdrew first from the top of the mountain.

Many of the void spiritualists, whether or not they are named, look complicated and stay away from it.

Neither side, not even their elders, waited to communicate with their god-domain-level elders deep in the crushing battlefield.

Shortly after, Huangjinnan, specially pointed out by the witch silence, as well as two Lou Hong smokes, hesitated to half a noise, also said goodbye to Nie Tian.

They are also afraid.

When she was not seen alive and dead, Chulan stayed still, but under her, as well as several elders of the wood sect, after careful consideration, also chose to leave the battlefield of destruction.

Sitting on the ground, the witch's eyes swung over Don Tianchen and Wang Meijia.

The children of the two stars looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

They also questioned the two of them on the corpses seen by the witch silence.

Instead, it was Fang Xiao, who was not seen.

Dou Tianchen and Wang Meijia, after careful consideration, led them to bid farewell to Wei Lai and Yan Warfare and chose to return to the broken stars.

A figure disappears from this side.

Half an hour later, coming from all directions, hundreds of strong men of the four great gates left 90%.

Only Wei Lai, the Flaming War, Fang Yan, Chulan, and a few others sat here with Nietian.

But instead of focusing on the battle between Yuan Demon and Mo, they thought with all their brains about what would happen in order to trigger the catastrophe.

“Wouldn't you say, what kind of heavenly treasure is out of the earth? ”

Fang Fang shook up and remembered a possibility. He drank: “Like the last time you were born on the battlefield of destruction, that heavenly spatial treasure? Only if such treasures appear deep in the battlefield of destruction will it be possible to spark strife among the peoples, and thus the war cannot be waged! ”

When Chulan's eyes were bright, "There's such a possibility. ”

“No." Wei Lai shook his head gently, "causing that kind of havoc, the goddess and goddess all died, and all the sanctuaries were buried, there is absolutely no way it could be just a simple heavenly treasure. These levels of treasures, including artifacts, are unlikely to drive those of the ten order blood kingdoms of alien superiority, as well as those of the Divine Domain, crazy. ”

He said that the people thought about it and were silent again.

The last time Pei Qiqi was raised that day, the space to treasure appeared, it was just a shock to the Spiritual Church, a divine realm.

The rest of the great kingdoms, and the gods of other sects, were not involved at all.

This is enough to prove that the heavenly treasures are not as precious in the eyes of the Tenth Order Majestic and Divine Domain Powerful.

Unless it is appropriate for them, it will attract their attention and thus descend across domains.

However, every heavenly treasure has its own uniqueness, it is unlikely to be suitable for all, and it is even less likely that anything will be suitable for all those of the Tenth Order Grandeur and Divine Domain.

Even if there is, the same is not enough...

After reading this, everyone fell into silence and felt that the future was filled with fuzzy smoke, nothing could be seen through.

“Anyway, we'd appreciate it if you took a look at the future.” Wei came towards the silence of the witch and said solemnly: “If there is such a catastrophe, those who evacuated early will be grateful to you. You make them understand that if they stay, they will surely die. ”

Witch silence looks the same, “I hope, what I see is changed. ”

"What do you mean?" he said. ”

“I don't know.” The witches shook their heads, "and if they were to evacuate safely and safely from the battlefield of destruction, then their fate, which was destined to happen, could be reversed. Afraid of them...”

“Are you saying they may not be able to escape the battlefield of destruction?” The flames clearly do not agree, "all the gates have secret passages that can connect to the crushed battlefield. Previously, the natural spatial treasure, the depletion blocked the ruined space gap, was not held by all of us. ”

“Besides, the Spiritual Patriarch is crushing the battlefield. ”

“With him, the spiritual believers, trying to leave the battlefield of destruction, is it not easy? ”

Witch silence is not an excuse.

He didn't say anything, Wei Lai was upset with the flaming war. He always felt that he had something to say. He seemed to have a premonition. The premonition was not very clear, so it was difficult to say clearly.

For a while, everyone fell into silence.

When Chulan took the initiative to Nie Tian, he smiled. "Last time, we didn't have time to thank you properly. Without you, the process of breaking through the sanctuary would never have been so easy. ”

“Ha ha, don't mention it, now that I have promised you, it will come to pass.” Ni Tian smiled and said, “Besides, you have paid well enough. ”

“Your meteorological master, masterful of the power of time, is truly surprising.” Waiting for Chulan to change the subject.

The two were talking freely.

……

Stoneman Race Castle.

Countless murderous spirits, and ghosts, for some reason, suddenly went mad.

The most powerful man of the Stone tribe, who was constantly gathering strength in the city pool and whose bloodline had soared wildly, was using blood to perform ancient rituals of sacrifice.

An oddly tall, quaint stone gate, collapsed in flames.

An ash-white boulder, shattered into dust, dust mixed with bone residue, and blood of all colours illuminated the ancient map engraved on the altar.

The altar splits open, a huge, cold, deep pit that emerges from the altar, such as a ceiling leading to Dead Purgatory.

“Hu hu hu hu! ”

Countless murderous souls and unconscious corpses, coming from the eight sides of the blood-burning mountains, all buried deep into the ceiling, seem to be strongly attracted.

Nine people of the Stone tribe, the state of madness, the strength of the blood surge.

The stone tribe, led by the ancient language, roared up in the sky, and its momentum rose, seemingly finally breaking through the threshold of the bloodline again.

10th Step!

Ten Great Venerables!

The blood of the other eight stone tribes is also soaring. The strength of each person is greatly improved, like a brief and endless period of time.

Dead ghosts, murderous souls, all poured into the mouth, shady and dark ceilings.

Wellhead, like a horrible fiend, opened its mouth and swallowed everything, seemed never to be satisfied.

……

Crush the corner of the battlefield.

He guarded that space gap, crushing the battlefield's wisdom, his face suddenly changed.

“Hurrah! ”

Those who were able to communicate with the outside world and deliver the ancient temple of the shredded stars, the space gap that freely entered and exited, suddenly exploded!

Yan Zhisheng was stunned.

Then, not too long ago, Don Tianchen and Wang Meijia, led by them, flew away in haste.

“Gentlemen, that and the outside connections, I take care of the space gap, explode on my own.” Ji Zhisheng wept and mourned his face, "I don't know what happened. Perhaps you should ask the powerful of the Spiritual Church to see if there has been any dramatic change in the space of the crushed battlefield? ”

“What!”

Don Tianchen looked at the space gap that had gradually disappeared and become untraceable. His face suddenly grew gloomy, “Why is this happening? ”

Yan Zhishenglian shook his head, “I really don't know. ”

Wang Meijia sighed and took out an audio stone and said: "I have a relationship with an elder of the Spiritual Church. ”

She touched the sound stone, injected it, her soul consciousness, trying to communicate.

Her face instantly turned blue.

……