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Chapter 300: The War of Ten Breaths, The War of Ten Thousand Years (6)

The great masters of the ten directions were completely confused.

He has always been a rebellious person. Even if he is under the wings of the Great Brahma Demon King, he will not devote himself to it. But the problem is that the pressure does not come from outside. After kneeling down, he gradually became clear that the pressure came from his heart and from his foundation, and its roots are on the secret magic he practiced.

What's going on?

His doubts also extended to the outside of the Yellow Spring Secret Mansion, deep in the northern wasteland, Old Dao Xin Yi was holding his beard and was a little confused about the situation under him. This person was a little confused.

The conflict between the Great Brahma Demon King and the Immortal Void Lord has reached this point. At the level of Xin Yi, there is no secret. △ It is the people in the Xuanmen. The old Taoist is still happy to see it. He stayed in the Northern Wilderness just to prevent the Demon Sect from taking this opportunity to attack the layout of the Eight Scenery Palaces here - the Wutian Jiao Prison and the Northern Demon Sect back and forth. In a sense, it is also an excellent time to expand its influence.

This is not just the view of the Eight Scenery Palaces, but the consensus of all major sects in the Eastern world of practice.

But now, the situation seems to be changing...

As the closest bystander, Xin Yi clearly felt that outside the distant void, there was magical power, vast and vast. He looked at the distance of billions of miles and the barrier of the Yellow Spring Secret Palace as if nothing was left, and cut straight into it, vast and without any intention of concealment.

God passed by and left traces. The thirty-six days he had hidden but had not been released were also affected. A unique seal was left behind, just like a trace of a vehicle that slowly dissipated after a long time.

So arrogant?

Xin Yi narrowed his eyes and stared at the secret palace territory behind the Huangquan River below. The various restrictions he set up were meaningless for the two people who had just met in it, but whether it existed or not could be regarded as an attitude.

If you keep it, everyone still has a face; if it breaks, it will be a very bad situation.

Xin Yi was originally this one, but after just a few breaths, his face became quite strange: Didn’t fight?

The Huangquan Secret Palace can be regarded as a half-step cave heaven, with an area of ​​thousands of miles, but this territory is a little smaller than the vast power of the two demon lords, even the same is true for the land of the Northern Wilderness billions of miles.

But at present, in this "clogged" world, the two forces did not kill a dim sky and the earth like they did a few days ago, but returned to peace, so quiet that it made people feel cold in their hearts.

In this way, Xin Yi was speechless when facing the Huangquan Secret Mansion, which was filled with magnificent power and silent. He was also a decisive person. He knew that the matter was of great importance, but hesitated. He reached out and pulled out a bright yellow brocade from the void.

This is the "Mingguang Brocade" that was blessed by dozens of elders in the Eight Scenery Palace for a hundred years. It is the first-class talisman material. Using it as a carrier, the edicts of calligraphy and painting have the power to represent the heavens. The old Taoist used it, but he simply liked to use the talisman he made to transform into heaven and earth, escape the speed of the void, and send talisman messages, and all the time came, so he often brought ten or eight horses to backup.

It is rare to see such a fool like him in the Eight Scenery Palace. But this time, when his energy was written on the Mingguang brocade, his face was unprecedentedly solemn and explained the matter in a few words. He did not say anything else, and waved his hand to send the talisman into the void.

Above the talisman, golden light flowed, strange fragrance rose, with the atmosphere of the sky mansion, but the void was like a barrier, and it was impossible to send it out! Not only that, his thirty-six-day magical powers also felt stagnant, which was clearly a replica of the day when all the magical powers in the Northern Wilderness were ineffective.

Although the blockade is powerful, due to the lack of targeting, it is not impossible for Xin Yi to break through. But he still held back and only scattered his spiritual consciousness into the void to capture the information that changes from near and far away.

The God Lord of the Immortal Void has no intention of covering up. All the changes in the void and the direction of magic power are complicated and complicated, but there are still traces to follow. Xin Yi saw a long corridor tearing apart in this vast and vast universe. No one knows where it is tow, but he only saw that it was connected to the Yellow Springs Secret Palace.

The powers of the two demon lords in it were intertwined and they were somewhat rubbed against each other, but they were definitely not fighting to the death. As for the details inside, there was isolation from the Yellow Springs Secret Palace and suppression of the demon lord level, and the old Taoist could not find out.

But this information is enough. In the changes in the void, he could sense that there was an indescribable force, passing through the void corridor, and not knowing where to go.

Wuliang is borrowing power from Dafan? Then, he borrowed it!

In amazement, he was too far away again, almost 50,000 miles away. Even if Xin Yi is a master of the Tribulation Dharma and a powerful power of the void magic, it is difficult to sense that direction. The main reason is that when the void magic power is silenced, the shock over there is too unique and eye-catching.

That is the direction where Guangwei is!

It was too far away, too blurred, and I could only sense that there seemed to be something in that void turmoil...

Crashed in!

As the sky was spinning, Yu Ci and Bao Yun were both bombarded by the intention of the boxing. The intention of Lu Suhua's consciousness was no limit at all, and it was soaring all the way. Even if the karma fire was raging, it was suppressed for a while. The fist was unexpectedly flickered, and without saying anything else, the stars in the sky flashed, but the intention of the boxing was bombarded with the qi. No starry sky Dharma image could be used.

Especially his fist intention is domineering, his aura is magnificent and extremely pure. It is the nemesis of the monster. Yu Ci naturally wants the treasure valley, but his situation is really bad. The countdown is approaching, and the countdown is over 80% of the ten breaths is unstoppable.

What makes people even more amusing is that under the oppression of the boxing intention, the true intention of Xuanwu has turned into the defensive trend, and it is more thorough. With the starry sky and the power of the laws of heaven and earth, the so-called "Autumn harvest and winter storage" law of heaven, the so-called "Autumn harvest and winter storage" uses the operation of Xuanwu's star power to enter in time and blend with the true intention of the feather, making it increasingly irresistible.

The power of Daitian killing gave Lu Suhua the greatest trouble, and the greater the counter-thrust it has now.

He was sleepy, his consciousness was falling into darkness, like a snake about to hibernate.

The surrounding vital energy is getting quieter and quieter, which is no longer controllable by Yu Ci. As for the cicada shells, the breath itself is restrained and hidden, as if it is infinitely contracted, but it is always empty and has no sense of filling. The internal and external voids are like this, but the void is not empty, and there is a trace of the most essence of vitality to nourish and nourish, slowly nourishing, waiting for the opportunity to germinate.

So far, he has not been hurt, but the problem is that it is really not the time to sleep...

Seeing that the situation was irreversible, a sound suddenly sounded, as ethereal as silk, and I could hear every word:

"The way back is there? Returning back..."

Take your time...

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