Chapter 1839 Arrival

"Hey! Mr. Sang, what should we do now?!"

The chaotic space-time fragments, accompanied by the howling space-time storm, seemed to collapse the only remaining space and time laws in the fragments.

A golden Buddha sat quietly in the dark storm.

There was a glow flowing in its body, and the golden wish power was gushing out all over its body, which brought warmth and also slightly illuminated the dark space-time fragments.

Behind the Buddha, there were seven blood trees connected in the fragments, with blooming crowns, drooping branches, hanging bones, and turning into a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Under the blood tree, there was a huge green prison, with countless chains like tentacles, rooted in the nameless place, anchoring the spatial position of this place, so as not to get lost.

On the left side of the blood tree, there was a blazing ember shining white flames. In the flowing sky fire, there was an old man with white clothes and handcuffs on his hands and feet, and his whole body was full of power, pouring on the Buddha.

On the right side of the blood tree, there is a huge black dragon winding in the sky, with a pearl hanging from its head, spewing out dragon breath, blocking the unknown coming from the front, and the power must be gushing out from under the body at the same time to maintain the four pillars.

There are two phases of resentment.

One phase has resentment, and the other phase has no sleeves.

What is presented to the Holy Land is a scorched and cracked body, the phase of the Holy Slave without sleeves - this phase borrows the resentment of the inverted pagoda at the corner of the cross street, which is crucial.

But in fact, after the melting of the ladder, what is more important is a tree, a fire, a dragon, a prison, and a Buddha - the five great holy emperors have been imprisoned in the fragments of time and space for more than half a year.

What they have to deal with is the various offensives from the power on the ladder in the past six months.

Just like the dam that protects the world, once their defense is broken, the torrent of various unknown forces on the opposite side, led by Hua Changdeng, can flow unimpeded and directly to the Holy Land.

At that time, it will be a true descent of God!

"Half a year!"

"Half a year has passed, I have done my best!"

"God knows how I have lived these past six months. The Eight Zunnans are such a bastard, they simply don't treat dragons as dragons... If I were to say so, everyone should count one, two, three and retreat together, right?

For the past six months, the situation has been barely passable, and the few people have supported each other.

But in recent days, the offensive on the ladder has increased dramatically, and the five great saint emperors seem to be unable to bear it.

The sudden wave of offensive just now contained the power of the three original ancestral gods, as if the ancestral gods had come in person, and almost tore their defense line.

Even though they worked together to block it and protect the defense line of the space-time fragments from being lost, the aftermath was still there, and it hit the five great saint emperors.

It hurts!

It hurts a lot!

It's the kind of heartache!

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon really wants to retreat.

Crystal Space-Time The blade was like a mirror, passing through its dragon body.

Even though it was already a Saint Emperor, it also saw fragmented images of the past and future.

Like a revolving lantern, the Demon Emperor Black Dragon saw himself as a child, sucking a black fruit outside the dragon cave, giving birth to the power of demonic nature.

Since then, it has been unstoppable, and wherever it goes, thousands of dragons retreat. With the power of the dragon ancestor that awakened later, it grew to the Saint Emperor realm by eating and sleeping.

Such a dragon life is called enjoyment.

The mirror fragments passed again, with traces of time and space, reflecting the future.

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon saw that there were people whose faces could not be seen clearly drinking dragon blood and eating dragon meat, and there were some black dragon scales scattered on the ground. Its mentality was about to explode.

Such a dragon life, with crossed claws, is not allowed!

"Sang Qiye, speak!"

"Youyuan Buddha, speak! ”

These two are the key to the final outcome.

One is the host of the Four God Pillars, just like Xu Xiaoshou on the Void Island at that time, but at a higher level.

With the blessing of various powers, with the foundation of the Holy Emperor of the Buddha Youyuan, he can barely be pushed to the realm of the Ancestral God.

It is certainly not enough to deal with the real Ancestral God.

But it is still possible to resist for three to five years against some newly revived evil spirits, as long as they don't use all their strength.

The other one is even more critical.

In terms of combat power, the Holy Slave Wuxiu is only a half-saint, which is insignificant in this situation and can be sacrificed at will.

But he is the only one who knows the "plan" and is responsible for its execution except the Eight Zun An.

And about the "plan"...

Let alone the White Vein Three Ancestors and the Demon Emperor Black Dragon.

Even the Buddha Youyuan still doesn't quite understand what path the Saint Slave is going to take.

He is just responsible for cooperation.

The inverted pagoda can't be suppressed anymore. If this side doesn't cooperate, his body and power will be seized by the Demon Ancestor.

——Go for broke!

In the dark space-time fragments, the Buddha opened his eyes and golden light appeared.

Youyuan placed a wisp of will in this body. He knew that Sang Qiye's semi-saint cultivation was caught in this. Even living was torture, let alone speaking.

At the moment, facing the questioning eyes of several Saint Emperors, he could only speak for them:

"Donor Wuxiu, talk about it. The enemy is at the gate of the city, and we have no way to retreat. ”

At the old site of Guizhe, the scorched Buddha trembled, as if it had borrowed a ray of vitality from somewhere.

In the fragments of time and space, there was also a golden Buddha. The voice of resentment disappeared, and the voice of Sang Lao came out.

Compared with the former, he was like a dying person, his voice was hoarse and weak, and his voice was like roasted wood:

"The appearance of the three ancestors, I think you have also seen it..."

The three ancestors of Baimai and the Demon Emperor Black Dragon all focused their attention and nodded slightly.

The three ancestors mentioned by Shengnu Wuxiu were not the three ancestors on their side, but the three great ancestral gods.

When the big offensive just now was launched, the old locust tree, the evil eye, and the coffin under the tower were all visible to everyone.

This situation is not only Hua Changdeng, but also the ancestral gods have intervened. This can't be deceived.

Old Sang said this, paused for a long time, and then continued to speak weakly: "I don't know what's extra, I only know that what you have to do is to intercept them one by one... As long as they are not all put into the five domains, we still have a chance to mediate..."

After saying this, he was as dead as if he had died, and he never spoke again.

The several great saints waited for a moment, but did not wait for the rest. The Demon Emperor Black Dragon was confused and couldn't hold it back first:

"What do you mean by intercept one by one?"

"Half a year, if they launch a general attack now, with the remaining power of Youyuan, I'm afraid they can only take on the last wave of attacks, and the four pillars will collapse."

Ancestor Jinzhao followed and said: "We have done our best. Next, we will go back to the Void Island and wait for death one by one?"

Emperor Qishu was silent.

So far, he still doesn't understand how to play this game.

To put it bluntly, it's nothing more than delaying death - can you resist for half a year, a year, or ten years, a hundred years?

It is better to surrender to the enemy now, maybe you can get out of the inner island of Void Island, mix on the ladder, and ask for a small official position.

But Ba Zun An is like this.

From the beginning to the end, he did not tell any plan content, and he was like guarding against thieves to his own people.

He is like this, and this Saint Slave Wuxiu is also like this.

It can only be said that the entire Saint Slave is like this. They, the Black and White Double Veins Saint Emperor, have never been regarded as insiders from the beginning to the end, but just tools.

You Yuan whispered in his heart: "I am afraid that each of them has the intention to retreat, and they are afraid that the four pillars will not be restored, and they will not be able to stop Hua Changdeng's sword next. Brother Qiye, maybe you can talk more about it?"

After a long time, Sang Lao sighed: "Ba Zun An said before, 'Half of the hidden pieces cannot be said openly'."

You Yuan immediately lost the intention to persuade.

He has been knocking down pagodas for half his life, and has no attention to the Saint Emperor of Void Island. He has no idea where these monsters and demons around him come from.

I thought they were allies fighting side by side, but I never thought that at least half of them were enemies?

Then what is the meaning of maintaining these four pillars for half a year...

There are complaints but no words. Since it is the words of the Eight Lords, just listen. He always has his own thoughts.

"Here they come!" Shenyu Qingshi said nothing nonsense.

He was responsible for vigilance. At this time, the blue chain that was extended out again sensed the sword energy and warned him.

However, after only one sentence, there was a little more surprise in his voice, and he said, "Someone is coming!"

Someone?

For half a year, the five great saints have been guarding here. The sword energy can be seen, but the person who draws the sword cannot be seen. They only know that it is Hua Changdeng.

This is the advantage of melting the ladder. At least, they don't have to face each other head-on, and can delay the battle.

But this time...

Can someone materialize?

"Woo——"

As expected, as soon as Shenyu Qingshi finished speaking, the fragmented flow of time and space that should have been dead, even heard the faint humming of evil spirits.

This sound resounded deep in everyone's soul, making people shudder.

In the darkness, a little flame flickered, illuminating a tiny figure.

Compared to the golden Buddha, the seven blood trees, the boundless sky fire, the Demon Emperor Black Dragon, and the vast blue God Prison.

The figure was too humble.

However, he walked slowly, at the end of the time and space fragments, wearing white clothes, with a broken sword on his waist, holding a copper lamp in his hand, neither fast nor slow.

"Ancient Sword Cultivator..."

"Hua Changdeng..."

Different people, different reactions.

The three ancestors of the White Vein and the Demon Emperor Black Dragon, who had been abused by the ancient sword cultivator, were a little confused when they saw the sword.

You Yuan and Sang Lao, however, recognized the person.

Hua Changdeng arrived at the right time and stopped in front of the five holy emperors.

The whistling blade of time and space passed through his body, causing his clothes to flutter. He held the ghost hunting on his waist and had no intention of wielding the sword. He just spoke slowly to the giants:

"After half a year of wasting time and effort, I have finally broken through the barriers you have built."

"I am just passing by here with a lantern. I don't want to start a war. I just want to borrow your passage. What do you think?"

How could he let you go?

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon had no intention of fighting.

However, when he saw the ancient sword cultivator acting so hypocritically, he was the first to be unhappy.

Does he really think everyone is one of the Eight Lords?

Who can step on the head of the Demon Emperor Black Dragon?

What's more, as a Saint Emperor, he has a high self-esteem, so it is impossible for him to let you go easily - if I let you go, will this emperor's defense for half a year be in vain?

"Come on!"

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon swung his tail, and the fire of war in his eyes ignited, "Fight! Never stop until death!"

But at this moment, Sang Lao's dry voice came out:

"Let him go."

This sentence immediately confused the several great Saint Emperors present. The three ancestors of the White Vein and the Demon Emperor Black Dragon all looked at the golden Buddha in disbelief.

"What are you doing? Saint Slave Wuxiu!" Emperor Qishu questioned.

"I said, let him go."

Sang Lao repeated it, and then he was exhausted and silent.

The four Saint Emperors were all in a commotion, and they couldn't figure out the idea of ​​Saint Slave Wuxiu at all. Is this also one of the "plans"?

But the plan is to melt the ladder and stop Hua Changdeng from coming down?

"Let him go."

In the end, there is still a complaint.

Although he didn't know whether Wuxiu was still awake, at this time and here, there can only be one person giving orders.

If everyone acts recklessly, the ancestor god will come, and a pile of scattered sand will not have any effect.

"Woo——"

The ghost whimpered, like a resentful baby crying.

Hua Changdeng nodded slightly in greeting, without saying anything else, and walked slowly under the gaze of several huge saint emperors...

Walked towards the golden Buddha!

Walked into the golden Buddha!

Walked out of the ghost Buddha!

...

"Why?"

When Hua Changdeng used the ghost Buddha as a passage, borrowed the time and space fragments, and walked from the ladder to the Holy Land.

Knowing what kind of existence was put in, the Demon Emperor Black Dragon could not bear it anymore. He almost wanted to attack the unreasonable Saint Slave Wuxiu:

"You'd better have an explanation!"

Sang Lao did not explain, and he was powerless to explain.

In fact, the situation has been completely out of control so far, and it is not something that a mere half-saint can plan.

Even the arrival of the Third Ancestor was not what Sang Lao expected.

He no longer knew who was right and who was wrong between himself and the Eight Venerables, but since things had come to this point, he could only act according to the Eight Venerables' ideas and his plan.

When entering the game, Sang Lao only received three sentences of instructions:

"One, melt the ladder."

"Two, half of the hidden pieces cannot be said openly."

"Three, release them one by one within your ability and intercept the rear."

In the past six months, all plans and actions have been strictly implemented, and now those who should be released have also been released.

Old Sang had roughly figured out what the Eight Ans were worried about. He was afraid that the Ancestral Gods would all rush into the Holy God Continent.

If they came one by one, this situation that seemed to be overturned at any time might have a glimmer of hope?

But where was the hope?

Old Sang could not see the future, and it was pitch black when he looked up.

Even these few roadblocks were only Saint Emperors at the highest level, so how could they stop several great Ancestral Gods?

The hope of life...

In the Eight Ans?

In Xu Xiaoshou?

Or in other words, in each other as they thought?

"Buzz!"

The Blue Stone Chain of the Divine Prison trembled again.

This time, the several Void Island Saint Emperors who were suspicious of the bow and snake were shocked again - every time the Blue Stone of the Divine Prison had a response, it must be bad news.

"What happened again?"

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon looked at the dark source of the space-time fragments.

Hua Changdeng entered the Holy God Continent, but there was no Ancestral God following him behind the road he came from.

The thunder was loud, but the rain was small.

In the powerful offensive just now, in fact, only Hua Changdeng wanted to enter the Five Realms. Is the Ancestral God just covering for him?

Shenyu Qingshi said solemnly:

"Make a feint to the east and attack in the west!"

"The power of the Ancestral God is here, but it is only a flash in the pan. The ladder we have melted can protect most of the Holy God Continent."

"But there is one place where the cracks in the different-dimensional space are continuous. I can enter the Holy God Continent from there, and I am afraid they can too."

As soon as these words came out, several great saint emperors were shocked:

"Northern Realm?!"

In the extreme north of the Northern Realm, different-dimensional spaces are rampant and disasters are constant. Everyone in the Five Realms knows it.

Before the Holy God Temple was in power, most of the white-clothed and red-clothed people had to guard the extremely cold and poor places in the Northern Realm all year round.

The Taixu and semi-saints from the Northern Realm had to join the Heavenly Alliance, either actively or passively, and they have contributed to guarding the different-dimensional space.

Of course, in a place that is good at fighting, there are many talents.

For so many years, the semi-saints in the five regions have imprisoned themselves and have not been well-known.

This is not the case in the North Region. Long ago, they relied on war to raise famous top semi-saints such as the "North Region Seven Stars" and "Twelve Saint Lords"!

"The three great ancestral gods, all their power is rushing to the North Region, attacking the seven forbidden time cracks." Shenyu Qingshi sighed.

"Then we..."

Even the Demon Emperor Black Dragon was silent.

What should we do? Should we move to another place?

But if we move to guard the more chaotic time and space nodes near the time cracks, what about the ladder?

What if they move here again?

"No problem."

After a long time, Sang Lao said in a low voice: "The time cracks are guarded by others."

The five great saint emperors were all surprised.

Who?

Apart from us, who else can resist the ancestral gods?

...

North Region, time cracks, one of the seven forbidden times.

This is the place where the North Territory's extra-dimensional cracks are most frequent. It is the "frontline battlefield" in the North Territory, where fighting continues year after year.

A broken world, a gray sky, and a gloomy color.

If someone looks down from a bird's eye view, it can be seen that the time and space cracks are essentially just a broken square platform, connected to unknown planes through the extra-dimensional cracks that occur in various places.

One after another, there are Xu beasts, alien species, and monsters whose names and races cannot be called out, which are not human or ghost-like, emerging from the cracks.

"Look, what is that?"

Amid the overwhelming shouting and killing, someone soon discovered something unusual.

When looking at the gray horizon, an ancient locust tree, a huge purple eyeball, and a coffin pressed under the tower suddenly appeared outside the time and space cracks.

"What kind of creature is this?"

"It feels too weak. If it really falls, I'm afraid many people will die..."

Even though we are used to seeing strange creatures in the cracks of time and space, it's rare to see such a strong sense of oppression in the past and present.

Could it have reached the supreme realm - half-saint?

Taixu was trembling with fear.

When looking directly at the illusory and blurred vision, which seemed to be covered by something to cover up the power and influence, the only one who could stand up straight was the half-saint who had fought in the cracks of time and space for many years.

Is there anyone who can resist!

Seeing this, many iron-blooded warriors in the Northern Territory became tough again:

"Don't be afraid, brothers, we still have the Seven Stars of the Northern Territory!"

"The head of the Seven Stars, the leader of the Yansheng Alliance, happened to be here at this moment. It's just a monster, and the leader can beat three of them!"

"Yes! The leader of the Tianmeng Alliance is the first leader and the first half-saint. He is here. What can't be dealt with?"

"Look, the leader is out of the tent..."

In the large tent at the rear, several semi-saint figures suddenly flew out of the sky, led by a tall middle-aged man with long hair.

"It's the leader Yan Sheng!"

"Look, the leader Yan Sheng has taken action, he rushed out!"

"So strong! Such momentum..."

Countless people looked at this scene, looking at the leader Yan Sheng rushing straight towards the three monster phantoms in the void, their hearts surged, their eyes full of expectation.

Dao Xuanji was defeated, the Jiang family was exterminated, and Taixu Jiang Nayi, the only one who survived but was forced to hide in the front battlefield for refuge, also looked at it from afar, his blood boiled, his fists clenched secretly, and he hated the three monsters as rats like Ai Cangsheng and Xu Xiaoshou:

"The leader Yan Sheng has taken action, and these beasts will never come back!"