"Of course, I'm not sure if they can still maintain their original intentions in a place whose existence spans tens of millions of years. But at least, in my iteration, judging from my investigation, although the Abyss of Abandonment was labeled "abandoned" by the world
Although it is a person’s identity, it is not a bad organization.”
Xuying's words continued, and the Holy Lord listened quietly. He thought of more details. In fact, each iteration will bring in some people with high potential, and then input the path of the current iteration into the chessboard for simulation.
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However, according to the wishes of this world lord, the growth of the origin of the Abyss of Abandonment requires a strong person, which means that a strong person is equivalent to a part of the origin of the Abyss of Abandonment.
Perhaps it is the identity of the betrayer from the perspective of the world. In short, if he and Ximu can get a large number of strong people to break out in the iteration of Adventure, then there is a high probability that the Abyss of Abandonment will passively accept this iteration of theirs.
"As for the catastrophe, I don't know about this. Before this ray of consciousness came in, the catastrophe had not yet come." The phantom looked at the Holy Lord and asked seriously: "Okay, your question has been answered, and there is no time.
There are more, what are your choices?"
The Holy Lord thought about the pros and cons, and finally couldn't resist the temptation of inheritance and nodded lightly.
The moment he nodded, the phantom seemed to relax a little, and then, a huge pressure suddenly came down, and the entire Crystal Palace began to tremble.
"Ang~"
A dragon roar that seemed to come from ancient times rang in the Holy Lord's ears, and the colorful glow filled everything, filling the Holy Lord's sight.
Huge power exploded in the Holy Lord's body. He felt that the whole devil was on fire. The shape of his body was changing. A golden light flickered on his body, and an unpleasant feeling filled his heart.
"roar!"
As a giant dragon's roar exploded in the crumbling palace, the Holy Lord's entire demon rose into the sky. Golden light pierced the sky. A five-clawed golden dragon with scarlet eyes circled straight up. The huge pressure began to sweep through the darkness.
"roar!"
With another loud roar, the surrounding dark space established some contact with the Holy Lord. The entire Crystal Palace continued to shrink, and finally turned into a piece of dragon scale embedded in the chest of the dragon.
Huge memories began to emerge in the mind of the Holy Master, and his body's potential was being rapidly developed. The hundred-foot golden dragon quickly swelled, and its size expanded crazily.
Increasing pressure spreads in this golden space, and everything inherited is proceeding rapidly. Some promises begin to emerge around, gradually spreading throughout the space.
Outside, the worry in Ti Man's eyes has turned into consternation, because she felt that the mark of recognition she had left on the dragon gate was quickly disappearing, and the dragon gate was gradually getting out of her control.
This kind of change made her a little overwhelmed. There were too many surprises for her today, and Di Man was a little confused.
Just as she was about to follow the mark that had not completely escaped to stabilize the dragon gate, a huge coercion instantly enveloped the surroundings, and a golden light suddenly appeared, filling everything in front of her.
Then under Ti Man's shocked eyes, a thousand-foot giant dragon rushed out from the dragon gate and circled in the sky. Endless flames gathered and erupted, and the roar of the dragon shocked all directions.
The huge dragon gate gradually shrank at this moment, slowly blending into the dragon horn on the head of the golden dragon, as if it was originally his.
Timan looked at the circling golden dragon, and excitement flashed in his eyes. These were the real members of the same race, not those big lizards with wings.
The golden dragon in the dark sky slowly stopped circling, and looked at the woman standing on the bloody ground for just one glance, as if for eternity.
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First level.
Joy flashed in Ximu's scarlet eyes, and a dragon scale in his hand flashed, exuding a huge coercion. This was the aura of the Holy Lord, and it was actually not much worse than the first-level World Lord.
Even with the devil's immortality, the Holy Lord may still be the one who can survive in a deadly battle.
This increase in strength is unexpected. After all, it is just like someone who has jumped to several great realms while practicing. It is so incredible.
But this is a good thing. There are many things that Ximu is afraid of due to strength issues. Now that the Holy Lord has the ability to protect himself on the first level, many things will be more convenient.
After conveying some news to the Holy Lord through Dragon Scale, Ximu looked at some traces he had left in front of the door of an ancient building, and the corners of his mouth gradually raised, the fun had begun, and he was ready to retire with success.
Ximu stretched his waist, and his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.
The moment he disappeared, several people with strong evil spirits approaching, knocked on the door and talked.
Soon after, powerful energy fluctuations erupted directly in the ancient building, and the sound of fierce fighting spread far and wide.
If the real culprit cannot be found, as long as there are some clues, these already crazy people will be caught and interrogated. If a strong person is interrogated by others, it is obvious what will happen in the end.
The chaos is gradually expanding, and some small groups in the Abyss of Abandonment have begun to gather. Team battles are about to begin, and the tense atmosphere has begun to spread.
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Abyss of Abandonment, seventh level.
The explorer quietly watched the chess piece in the center of the chessboard that had completely turned white and was lost in thought. The rustling of the leaves kept the quiet little courtyard from being completely dead.
A cup of hot tea was steaming on the edge of the chessboard, and the alluring aroma of the tea could not bring the old man back from his thoughts.
This iteration has given him too many surprises. Abyss of Abandonment has rules for observing outside iterations. Although this time there was no early observation due to time issues, some information has now been transmitted back to Abyss of Abandonment.
This news once again made him hesitate again, after finally making up his mind. The exact time until the iterative replacement is now 8,500 years.
But that Realm Lord has not reached the peak yet, no, he is even in the starting stage!
He doesn't know whether this is worth the investment of Abyss of Abandonment. He has already made three wrong investments. Now Abyss of Abandonment can no longer withstand more investment. Otherwise, Abyss of Abandonment may disappear forever in the long river of time.
Subsequent iterations will become increasingly difficult.
But now there is hope in front of him. This explorer, who is the ultimate boss no matter where he is placed, looks at the chessboard without saying a word for a long time.
The atmosphere of silence continued, and finally as a person walked in, the silence here was finally broken.
"Don't you need to worry about the above? It's been a bit too messy lately."
The explorer looked up and immediately saw a handsome-looking human who looked like an ordinary young man sitting opposite him, without any trace of aura, and he picked up the teapot and poured tea.
The explorer came back to his senses, picked up the teacup on the edge of the chessboard and took a sip, and then sighed: "The contemporary world lord is too weak. We don't have many opportunities. If we use it here, we must ensure that it does not disappear.
Next, it will take us ten iterations to recover."
"Weak? How can a Realm Lord be weak? With the blessing of destiny, there is no weak Realm Master." The young man shook his head and took a sip of tea, as if he had reached middle age and had seen through everything.
"Then I'll leave it to you this time?" The explorer said hesitantly. This thing in front of him is not a good thing. Many previous iterations were ruined by him, so the explorer was a little worried, fearing that this person would mess up.
"Yes, even if you are worried, I will allow you to inject the source again after a hundred years. You can observe during this time, and I can not disturb the operation of the iteration and be a guardian outside the iteration." The young man nodded,
The conversation changed and he said: "But my conditions are the same as before."
The explorer frowned, thought for a moment and said, "It is the creator of the Abyss of Abandonment. You may die if you disturb its sleep."
"It doesn't matter. I have lived for tens of millions of years. I have already lived enough. I need to give myself a goal, that's all." The young man shrugged and continued to pick up the explorer's teapot and pour water.
"Oh, that's all, it's up to you. The road this time is very special, just don't disturb others." The explorer helplessly held his forehead, showing helplessness to the young man.
"Then it's settled. It's still the old rule. I'll go to the deepest part to resist the pressure first, and we'll wait for the last wave of realm masters to let me in together." The young man couldn't help but remind him.
Although every guardian goes through this process when going out, everyone who goes out will still have to confirm with the explorer.
"Okay." The explorer nodded, his expression completely relaxed. With this person taking action, even if the original source is not released for the time being, this iteration will be much easier.
The young man had already stood up at this time. He murmured and walked out: "What name should I choose this time? Satan seems to have used it, Lucifer has also used it, God has used it. It's really troublesome to choose a name.
This time, I am the only one, and I still can’t remember the name. At worst, I can choose one of the three at random. Anyway, they are all me.”
As the murmur gradually disappeared, the young man also disappeared into the stroll.
Only the explorer was left sitting in the small courtyard with a relaxed expression and looking up at the sky.
Although the sky in the small courtyard was blocked by the branches of a big bloody tree, the explorer had no intention of changing places. It seemed that he saw what he wanted to see through these branches.
As time passed, a smile flashed in the explorer's eyes, and he didn't know what happy things he saw.
The big blood-colored tree growing in this simple courtyard seemed to sense that the explorer was in a good mood, so it shook its branches on its own in a more ordinary way.
From a distance, it looks like a dancing tree, which is somewhat incompatible with the old man's temperament.
"Be quiet," the explorer said helplessly.
As soon as his words came out, the tree immediately stopped trembling as if it really understood him, and seemed to return from a disco tree to an ordinary big blood-colored tree.
The explorer was not disturbed by the tree, and there were no other movements. The already quiet courtyard fell into silence again.
A game of chess that is destined to fail, a cup of tea, an old man, and a tree gradually come to a standstill.
