Five Thousand Five Hundred and Fifty-Four Chapters?? The Tangle of True Spirits

He has this power!

But if he wanted to take out so much life force at once, even if he was squeezed dry, he couldn't squeeze it out.

Jian Wushuang reminded a little embarrassedly: "Sir Shen Ling, this formation has been completed, you see..."

"Why, is there any difficulty?" Foyego opened his eyes first and looked at Jian Wushuang.

With this formation, he can maximize the transformation of life force into his body, which is the most perfect way.

The gods smiled lightly: "But it doesn't matter!"

"Sir God, relying on this formation, it takes at least three epochs to recover the wounds of the two of you. If you want to be faster, you can do it, but I need the power of all things to supplement it!" Jian Wushuang euphemistically put himself The treasures needed are said.

Three epochs, he said there is still some room for it. It does take three epochs to maintain the power of self-recovery to run the great formation.

If you suffer a little, in fact, two epochs will be enough.

But he didn't want to waste so long.

If we really have to wait for two epochs, I am afraid that there will be several Lords of the Universe in the Qishen Temple.

At that time, these two are really going to go out, and I am afraid there will be a war, and he will not be human inside or outside.

He can't just look at the moment, he has to find a smooth path for himself.

If these two are back at their peak now, no one in the outside world can stop them.

He didn't know the true spirit's strength. Even if he could stop it, he would probably be evenly matched. At that time, he would be able to negotiate between the two sides.

Don't let one party be too strong, otherwise he will be useless.

A useless person will generally not end well.

The gods seemed to be able to see into his heart, and did not promise anything, but said: "How long will it take the fastest, you give an accurate time!"

"One hundred thousand years!" Jian Wushuang gritted his teeth.

This time, it is the fastest. If there is a steady supply and demand of the power of all things in his body, he will be able to help Foyego return to his peak combat power in 100,000 years.

As for the wounds of the gods,

He has already seen it, and it takes ten years to understand the other party.

"Okay!" The gods looked happy.

Jian Wushuang didn't want to drag it, and he didn't even want to drag it on. Naturally, the sooner the better.

He has also been observing the inheritors in the Qishen Temple. The strongest one already has the combat power of the half-step universe master, and he does not dare to drag it on.

The god Frossa threw a mustard seed at Jian Wushuang and said, "These treasures are accumulated by me in countless epochs in the four secret realms. It should be enough. As for the extra, it's all yours!"

In countless epochs, Shadow Sect and Kuimen have collected countless treasures.

Jian Wushuang took the mustard seed, and a trace of mind power penetrated and felt it. Although he had a lot of knowledge, he was still taken aback.

The treasures in it have exceeded his imagination.

Among them, there are not many particularly precious treasures. Most of them are the original treasures that are useful to the emperor, but if they are accumulated together, the value will be great.

These treasures are enough to cultivate countless emperors and strong men, and can even feed the strong men of the entire northern region.

You can see how valuable it is.

These treasures are indeed enough.

And more.

Of course, no one would feel that they have too many treasures.

It's just that God's vision is different from his vision.

What the gods long for is freedom, and once they are truly liberated, these treasures are not even a hair.

"You can start!" Foyego couldn't wait, and he was even more eager to go out.

Jian Wushuang was not talking nonsense, nodded, and while swallowing countless treasures, he injected a large amount of life force into the great formation.

One hundred thousand years, for the powerhouses like them, is just a blink of an eye.

It's just a pity that Jian Wushuang couldn't be distracted and cultivate in these 100,000 years.

After getting Nie Yuan's inheritance, he didn't have time to comprehend it.

However, the ninth floor of the ultimate kendo is already very close. As long as he goes out for a little comprehension and creates a peak secret skill, he can take advantage of the situation to enter the ninth floor.

Both kendo and jido have achieved perfect posture!

Reunion is imminent.

Jian Wushuang took a long breath and said in his heart, "I hope everything goes well!"

For Foyego and others, all this is fast, but for him, these 100,000 years are not so easy.

Of course, there are true spirits from the outside world who are as anxious as he is.

A hundred years after Jian Wushuang suddenly disappeared with those mysterious emperors.

The gods went down to the realm in person and went to the northern realm.

At this point, the mine has been restored to its original state.

The guards outside the entrance of Qiankun Cave are also much tighter than before.

After the last lesson, the Palace of Elders had to pay attention.

Although there is a high probability that no one will break in again, it is still necessary to pretend to be on the surface, otherwise it will be ridiculed by the people of the temple and will not act.

When the true spirit comes, no one notices it, as if the true spirit cannot be seen.

Those guards still stood there dumbfounded, not knowing that a powerful existence had just walked in.

"Space!" Zhenling gritted his teeth and frowned.

His spatial origin has long reached the level of Consummation, and it is the cosmic dimension.

Back then, the teleportation formation was built in the cracks of space, and he saw the strangeness in it at a glance.

Since others can build it, he may also build a teleportation array based on some clues.

It's easy to get in, but hard to get out.

Even if he goes in now and kills Foyego and others, he can't get out by himself, what should I do?

Although he couldn't get out of the Qishen Temple, it would be even more troublesome if the real body was trapped in the first prison. Just relying on the clone, he couldn't sit in the Qishen Temple.

In the outside world, there is still a God who is staring intently.

Back then, that Allah was able to enter the Qishen Temple through the power of thought. Who knows if he will be able to enter after getting out of trouble.

It is true that he is the incarnation of the gods after the fall, but don't forget that Allah was once one of the origins of the gods.

All this is uncertain.

In case, the dove occupies the magpie's nest, it will be too late for him to regret it.

It's not enough to send anyone other than him.

"Time goes against the flow!" Zhenling's figure began to dim, and his body also entered a pavilion.

It is the pavilion in the Sea of ​​Origin.

The space where the teleportation array was once established began to distort and change, and everything was turning.

The war a hundred years ago is vividly visible, and the true spirit can see everything in his eyes.

He fiddled with the time at will, as if everything was a hundred years ago.

Seeing everything that happened, Zhenling's eyes narrowed.

Especially the scene when Nie Yuan broke out, he was surprised!

Starry sky!

That sword!

With a single sword, he opened up the mountain and killed all the enemies in front of him.

"It's a pity!" Zhenling sighed.

The loss of such a talented person is also a big loss.

If you continue to cultivate, you will not be weaker than those ultimate emperors.