Eight Hundred and Sixty-Four. The Sword of Time

The faint light of water emerged from the sky without making a sound, and then rushed towards Lingxian Continent at high speed.

Soon, the entire sky above Lingxian Continent was shrouded in this hazy water light.

The brilliance is everywhere, and the flow of time in this world seems to be still and stagnant.

Everything in the world loses its brilliance, the sound disappears, and everything is silent.

On the top of Guangcheng Mountain, blue lights surged, instantly spreading out a huge array that covered the sky and covered the sky. It was the Taiqing Great Array.

During the operation of the Taiqing Great Formation, streams of clean energy spread far away, penetrating deep into the void.

Between the sky and the earth, one can see one after another of pitch-black light balls and earthy yellow light balls appearing, as if the sky is full of stars, it is hard to count.

With these rays of brilliance, the operation of the Taiqing Great Formation becomes dignified, as if the solid earth is indestructible.

The ripples of water shrouded the Taiqing formation, and the operation of the formation began to slow down.

But still supportable.

The fresh air keeps rising, becoming one with the real sky, as if dragging the real sky downwards, getting closer to Guangcheng Mountain.

Thousands of black and yellow light spheres sank together, like the earth, as if lifting Guangcheng Mountain and the boundary of Lingxianzhou below by a few points.

For a moment, the sky and the earth seemed to be approaching, and there was a tendency to close together.

Affected by this majestic force, the hazy water light seemed to ripple.

An old voice came from the sky: "Oh? A sect from the lower realm, which has just established itself in the upper realm for only three or five years, and the formation of the mountain gate seems to be stronger than the thousands of years of the sword world of the Beihai Jiange. accumulation?"

"It's really not incompetent to be able to set off a storm."

Although there was a bit of surprise in the words, the tone was always indifferent, like a meaningful time.

"Unfortunately, the cultivation level of the person in charge of the formation is too low. If you are a martial saint of Xianqiao, you may be able to resist the old man for a while."

The tone was still indifferent, but in the ears of Yan Zhaoge and others, the speed of the other party's speech suddenly accelerated a lot.

Accelerated along with the speed of speech, and the passage of time in this world under the shroud of water!

Even the sky and the earth will change after a long time, demonstrating the vicissitudes of life.

Aging and decay are processes that all things in the world must go through.

With the passage of time, the Taiqing formation suddenly became unstable.

Yuan Zhengfeng presided over the battle. Dust and stains began to appear on his clothes, and wrinkles and age spots appeared on his skin.

The whole person seems to be aging and decaying with the world.

Yan Zhaoge's Beiming avatar let out a clear whistle, and went straight out of the hall.

A long black metal casket appeared in front of him.

Beiming's avatar slapped the Heaven Swallowing Earth Box, the box's mouth opened, and a black light suddenly appeared.

An ancient bronze sword rushed out of the sword box and fell into the hands of Beiming's avatar. An extremely vicious, greedy and domineering aura rose to the sky immediately.

On the surface of Beiming's avatar, black blood veins emerged, which looked hideous and terrifying.

Black blood veins criss-crossed, forming a mysterious symbol on the back of the right hand of Beiming's avatar holding the sword.

The surface of the talisman shone, and the brilliance suddenly condensed into a gluttonous head.

There was a gluttonous cry as if a baby was crying, and the Beiming avatar waved his right hand, and the black sword light turned into a black hole, hanging in the sky above Guangcheng Mountain.

A terrifying suction formed in the black hole, devouring everything around it.

Even the space collapsed in pieces, tearing out black gaps, and collapsing inward with the black hole as the center.

The water-like sword light that enveloped Guangcheng Mountain was also sucked into the cave in large quantities.

Although Jianguang was still strong, the pressure on Yuan Zhengfeng, who presided over the Great Formation of Taiqing, immediately decreased.

Yuan Zhengfeng looked calm and calm: "Zhao Ge, your deity is in the big world, how is the situation?"

The Beiming avatar replied concisely: "Shut up."

Yuan Zhengfeng said: "Yan Di is also in the death pass, and it will be half a year before he is expected to leave the pass."

Yan Di has always been very precise about the timing of her retreat. If she leaves the retreat in one year, it will be a year. If there are no major accidents, she will surely succeed.

But most likely not in advance.

Yuan Zhengfeng said: "Let him go out now, at least he will give up halfway, and all his previous achievements will be wasted, and at worst, he will go mad and suffer serious injuries."

"The same is true for your deity. It is best not to disturb you. We will try our best to survive this level."

If you don't resist it in time, the opponent's time flow sword will speed up the life time of everyone in the entire Guangcheng Mountain, aging and dying.

Yan Zhaoge is not on the mountain, and Yan Di still needs half a year of subdued cultivation before he can leave the barrier with perfect merit.

The opponent speeding up time will not help Yan Di, because it only speeds up the passage of time in the physical life. For Yan Di who is comprehending and thinking about the truth, it is still only a moment.

If the situation is really critical, and the final moment of life and death is reached, then Yan Di can only break through the barrier ahead of time.

But in that case, the consequences are unpredictable.

Abandoning all previous efforts is the lightest evil consequence.

While looking up at the sky, Beiming's avatar said, "Master, we can pass this test."

A voice came from the sky: "Oh? What are you holding on to?"

It was hazy and unreal, like a human face in the water sword light.

At this moment, it seemed that the entire sky had turned into this human face.

It was a young man's face, but his voice was extremely old: "In the eyes of this old man, you are no different from Tongren Island and Beihai Jiange."

The sword light in the sky rippled, and something suddenly emerged from it and fell down.

It was a human head.

The owner of Tongren Island, the head of Gongsun Wu!

Yan Zhaoge, Yuan Zhengfeng and the others all narrowed their eyes.

At the same time, a figure of a person appeared in the sword light, his eyes were closed, he was breathless, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.

The master of Jiange Pavilion in Beihai, Gu Hong!

The face in the sky said calmly: "Selling Jinting Mountain to save face, the old man spares his life, and I will also spare your Yan Zhaoge's life, but there is no need for others to stay."

"As for the two of you, the death penalty can be forgiven, but the living penalty cannot be forgiven."

As he stood, the sword light in the sky suddenly changed again.

Up and down the Guangcheng Mountain, it seems to be cut into countless voids. The space of different positions, the speed of time flow is different!

At this moment, the world of Lingxian Continent was turned into a turbulent time and space by the opponent!

Time and space with different speeds tear, repel, distort and interweave each other.

The power generated in this way almost tore apart the Taiqing formation, and shattered the black hole formed by the evil sword Taotie!

Seeing that Gu Hong was captured alive by the opponent, Yan Zhaoge couldn't help frowning.

Killing people is a completely different difficulty from capturing people.

Back then Lin Hanhua was at the eighth level of martial sage, with a high-grade holy weapon in his hand, he was absolutely sure to protect Yan Zhaoge and at the same time behead Kang Ping, who was at the seventh level of martial sage, but he was not 100% sure of capturing him alive.

Kang Ping has no hope of escape, but has a chance if he wants to die.

Now, the opponent in front of him has actually captured Gu Hong, the seventh-ranked Martial Saint, alive.

It is true that Gu Hong's strength is not as good as Kang Ping's, but he has the advantage of grinding Luzhou Sword World's home court, but he was still captured alive by his opponent.

The sword light in the sky kept pressing down, setting off waves of chaos in time and space.

The old voice was as indifferent as before: "For all these years, I kept you to make Jinting Mountain feel at ease, but in the end, something happened instead?"

"Since this is the case, then there is no need to keep it anymore, just clean it up." (To be continued.)

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