Taiwu's face was ashamed. He knew that his future had been broken. The priceless treasure that had been cultivated for many years and was extremely in line with him was destroyed. In less than a hundred years, he was about to become a powerful person, but now everything has become empty.

"Ha, my reputation has been ruined throughout my life, but my brilliant future has become a mirror and a moon today. I am unwilling to accept it." He said tremblingly, his face pale, as if he had lost all his energy.

However, Chu Feng became more and more uneasy, and then suddenly ran out the stone jar, blocked it in front of him, shouting: "You old thief, you still want to assassinate me, dream!"

He had a premonition that the extreme danger was approaching, and that Taiwu was acting like this, probably because he wanted to lose his vigilance.

At the same time, he finally saw that between the roots of the shattered red lotus, there was a tile as big as rice grains, unique, with a slight ominous aura mixed with soil, and so on, flying silently towards him.

If you don’t have super ignorant eyes, you wouldn’t be able to notice that this is a broken tile, because it is almost the same as other stone chips.

In the years and under time, it has been a miracle to survive until today.

In an instant, Chu Feng was all focused and felt that it had been around for countless epochs.

boom!

The stone jar in Chu Feng's hand vibrated and collided with the tiles as big as rice grains, emitting a dazzling light!

This makes the world almost annihilated!

Taiwu was shocked and saw the stone jar in Chu Feng's hand. He was puzzled and surprised. Finally, he had endless greed and too many regrets in his eyes.

Even though the stone jar is different from before and is no longer a cube, Taiwu still guessed at the last moment that it was probably the supreme treasure that was lost in the world!

The tiles exploded. Although they were only the size of rice grains, they had amazing energy.

However, all the energy is absorbed by the stone tank.

This shocked Chu Feng. How could the tiles as big as rice grains be like this? It made the stone jar shake a few times, which was so terrifying!

At the same time, he saw at the last moment that the tiles had some characteristics similar to those of the stone jar, but the breath was relatively weaker.

Is it a utensil of the same era?

At the same time, the sky and the earth were roaring, and billions of miles away, Taiwu's master, the white-haired woman, was moving. Her enlightened plant rose from the ground, and there was a tiled under her roots.

However, her piece is much larger, and it can be an inch long, with many strange patterns engraved on it, as if it carries the way of the heavens!

Taiwu's piece was given by her back then. It was precisely because the two tiles with huge differences in size were inexplicably attracted to each other that Taiwu's master, the white-haired powerful, immediately sensed that his disciple was in crisis!

Now, she keeps urging her to use this tiles to break through the barriers of space, spanning billions of miles, and provide assistance!

At this moment, what made her heart tremble was that a stone statue in her cave, the statue of a god belonging to the Martial Madman, shook violently and issued a solemn warning.

"Disciple, you have caused a big disaster and cannot be activated. Otherwise, everything in this world will no longer exist, and all the heavens and all worlds will be silent. Some creatures are difficult to bury, and time is difficult to kill and erase. No one can defeat them, and no one can do anything. They can only not think or think, wait for him to fall into eternal nirvana, and they will completely find their way back. If there is a person in this world still thinking, still thinking of him, and still touching a grain of dust and a piece of soil related to him, it will trigger cause and effect. However, any thoughts about him in the world can guide him and let him return!"

This is the words of the Martial Madman. He is respected as the Martial Emperor among his disciples and disciples, and is superior to him. But today he actually has this attitude.

The white-haired woman was trembling. In her impression, her master, the martial madman known as the Martial Emperor, never spoke very little, and at most commented a few words, but today she was so anxious that she was really frightened by saying so many warnings.

"I don't want to think or think, let it fall into silence and gradually fall into itself. But today... I'm in trouble. There is no one to check or balance the creatures returning on the imperial bones, maybe... they are about to appear."

In the extreme north, the madman in the martial arts talked to himself like this.

He opened his deep eyes in seclusion. There was a clay pot beside him. Although it was broken, only half of it was left, which could be as high as a palm. However, he could see that there were endless mysteries on the clay pot, engraved with various creature patterns, densely packed, all of which were the highest and most powerful.
Chapter completed!