In the next moment, the two things flew into the void together, reflecting each other.
The eight-color brilliance is extremely intense.
At the same time, the countdown of gravel in the eight-colored hourglass also stopped and stopped flowing backwards.
The one-hour countdown took up almost 99%, but I finally caught up.
The entire newly opened cave has now been flooded with eight-color light!
But Ye Wuque could still clearly see the changes in the Eight Color Hourglass and the Eight Color Battle Platform.
There was only a click, and the eight-colored hourglass shattered!
The eight-colored sand and gravel inside floats in the void like little star powders, shining brightly and seeming to contain extremely rich and mysterious power.
And the ancient and rich space power fluctuations are also filled here in the Eight Colorful Battle Platform!
Under Ye Wuque's twinkling and little fat man's surprised gazes, they saw the eight-colored gravel floating in the void beginning to fall toward the eight-colored battle platform as if it were alive.
The eight-color battle platform instantly seemed to be infiltrated by endless mysterious power!
Ye Wuque's eyes suddenly flashed.
"The eight-colored hourglass represents the power of time."
"The eight-color battle platform possesses the power of space."
"Right now, the fusion of the two means that time and space merge, temporarily condensing into the real power of time and space!"
With the passage of time, the Eight Colorful Gravel has completely merged with the Eight Colorful Battle Stage!
The eight-color battle platform immediately began to squirm mysteriously, as if it was thinking about something changing.
Ye Wuque watched closely.
At the same moment!
In the void, about hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from here, there is an old figure coming at a high speed like a divine arrow from a string, with a gloomy and murderous look on his face!
“Who is it??”
"It was actually able to hide from my ancestor's perception and steal the 'Eight Colors Battle Platform' from Jianming's hands silently!"
"Is it a foreign aid from the Qinglin Sect?"
"No! It's impossible. Hundreds of years of careful planning, how could I not know all the details of the entire Qinglin Sect? This ancestor is one of the supreme ministers of the Qinglin Sect."
"There is no way the Qinglin Sect has any extra trump cards!"
"So……"
"It can only be that a strong man who happened to be passing by happened to see Jianming get the Eight Color Battle Platform, and then he was greedy and took it away with the help of chaos!"
"It seems that only this explanation is the most reasonable!"
When the old man thought of this, a bloody and cruel meaning surged in his old eyes.
"How brave! How dare you steal my ancestor's treasure!"
"Not only that, he's an idiot! After stealing it, he didn't immediately run away as crazy as possible, but instead chose to hide in one place and stop."
"This is because I am attracted by the power and mystery of the space treasure! I can't wait to refine it and then completely control it??"
"Things looking for death!!"
"After this ancestor finds you out, I will force you to survive without even seeking death! I will take out your soul and torture you for a thousand years!!"
The old man showed a cruel and bloodthirsty sneer.
"Right there!"
"Almost there!"
The old man's body was filled with divine radiance, and he moved faster. Soon, a rolling hidden mountain range appeared in front of him.
"Feel it!"
I saw the old man's eyes like hawks staring at the middle of the most secret mountain and river, and he swooped over in an instant!
What he was targeting was the new cave opened by Ye Wuque!
The mark of the old man’s soul is left on the Bacai Battle Stage in order to prevent such a situation from happening.
now!
The old man was only less than ten kilometers away from Ye Wuque.
Inside the cave.
Ye Wuque's eyes still fell on the eight-color light group that was still merging in the void in front of him, as if he didn't feel anything.
call out!
After just a few breaths, the old man's figure stopped in front of a mountainside, quietly, without even a trace of fluctuation, and completely restrained.
The old man looked at the seemingly intact mountainside wall nearby, with a cruel look in his weathered eyes!
The Divine Soul Brand told him that the Eight-Colored Battle Platform was only one foot away from him at the moment, in the cave inside!
The fierce murderous intent surged in the old man's eyes, but he did not explode immediately. Instead, he quietly raised his hand. He has many vicious secrets, and he must slowly taste them for the young people who dare to steal his treasure.
All the pain!
But just at the moment when the old man raised his hand...
"If you turn around and leave now, you can still live."
An indifferent voice sounded quietly in the old man's ears, coming from the cave inside the mountain!
The old man's body trembled suddenly, and there was a hint of shock in his eyes!
He didn't expect that he had been exposed?
How is this possible??
But immediately, the old man's eyes surged with even more intense murderous intent and evil aura!
So what if you find out??
Then go to hell!!
The old man's body suddenly erupted with boiling divine power, and the fluctuations at the level of the god began to shine. The terrifying killing power exploded and was about to destroy the entire mountain!
But the next moment!
The old man's vicissitudes of life suddenly blurred, and he seemed to see a palm that was pressed out of the mountain in an understatement, and it quickly grew in size in his eyes!
Click!!
An old bloody head flew high into the air!
The remaining body was shattered inch by inch and turned into ashes.
The flying head returned ten times faster than when it came, and disappeared in an instant.
Inside the cave.
Ye Wuque slowly took back his right hand.
During the whole process, he didn't even look back, his eyes were always fixed on the eight-colored light group wriggling in the void.
How could there be a hint of soul imprint on the eight-color battle stage hidden from his eyes?
Ye Wuque noticed it as early as the moment he entered the Eight Color Battle Arena.
Why didn't you erase it but wait until now?
Just to determine whether the eight-color battle stage is contaminated by any other unpredictable cause and effect.
Now it seems that he is just the so-called ancestor called by the young man who took away the eight-color battle platform...
Just little Karami.
"Brother, the fusion of two things has taken shape! Let me go, isn't this the one..." The little fat man couldn't help but speak at this time, his big eyes widened.
At this time, Ye Wuque had already seen it clearly!
What emerges from the fusion of the Eight-Colored Hourglass and the Eight-Colored Battle Platform is an extremely familiar and familiar one...
Eight-colored altar!!
at the same moment.
Qinglin Sect.
The killings are still shocking, and the crazy bloody battle continues.
The young and noble man who had lost the Eight-Colored Battle Platform was hiding in a place, gnashing his teeth and looking at the sky, his eyes full of pleasure and resentment.
"Hey! The ancestor has gone!"
"No matter who you are! When my ancestor captures you, I will definitely play with you to death!! Make you beg me to kill you!!"
The young and noble man looked crazy, as if he couldn't wait any longer.
brush!
Suddenly, above the void, a black dot flew quickly, aiming directly at the young and noble man!
The man's eyes suddenly lit up!
"Is it the ancestor?"
"As expected of the ancestor, it was done so quickly! Hahahaha!"
He rushed out excitedly and stretched out his hands to catch it.
The next moment!
The black dot enlarged and suddenly hit the young noble man's arms. The huge impact caused the man to fly out and hit a wall.
He was stunned!
I feel like my ancestor didn’t control his strength well.
I subconsciously stabilized my body and sat down, only to realize that something was wrong!
Why are my hands so wet and sticky??
And there is a strong smell of blood??
When the young and noble man saw clearly that he was holding a bloody head in his arms, his pupils suddenly shrank!
But when he turned his head tremblingly, revealing a dead-eyed face, full of fear and confusion, but an extremely familiar old face, he suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning, and let out a roar of infinite fear and trembling!
“Old, ancestor??”
"No! No!! This is impossible!!"
The next moment, the young and noble man became so angry that his eyes turned black, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. He was so frightened that he fainted, and the bloody ancestor's head rolled down in his hand, just in time to hit him.
His head, his unblinking eyes, seemed to have been staring at the unconscious man, which was extremely horrifying.