Chapter seven hundred and seventy-ninth black armor strong
Fang Yun closed his eyes and felt it for a while, and immediately understood that the three large-scale time powers referred to by the Heaven and Earth Ten Thousand Transformations Bell meant that the range was bounded by a radius of twenty miles, and he could use "time still" or "time acceleration" three times.
""Time slows down"
The power of time in a small range refers to the time acceleration within ten times and the "time acceleration" or "time deceleration" within a thousand feet, but it cannot use the time stop.
Among all the abilities of a warrior, the time ability consumes the most energy. It consumes more energy than the most powerful secret skill performed by a warrior.
Therefore, even the top warriors will rarely use the power of time unless they are sure that the opponent will be killed after using it. This kind of energy consumption is too huge.
Traveling along the finger bones, Fang Yun continued to plunder energy, time, and space fragments. Suddenly -
Fang Yun stopped at the place where the twelfth phalanx leads to the palm. Each part of the three-image magic weapon is a vast and different space, but this is not the point.
Just in front of Fang Yun, at the end of the long corridor, stood a seamless white bone altar. Above the towering altar, a strong man from the Tianxie Sect in black robes sat cross-legged on top of the altar, motionless. His gaze
, extremely sharp, as if piercing the void and seeing another place.
"A strong person in the Fate Star Realm is slightly worse than the Ancestor of All Evils."
Fang Yun stared for a moment and immediately judged the strength of this Tianxie Sect strongman. If he were elsewhere, Fang Yun would have simply knocked him away with a palm.
But now, you can't do this in the "Hand of the Evil God". The violent energy collision can easily attract the attention of other stronger ones in the magic weapon. Even the spirit of the weapon of the "Hand of the Evil God"
Notice. That is not what Fang Yun wants.
"Leave, don't touch the energy and crystals here!"
Fang Yun weighed it for a moment and said.
"Master, the quality of this space crystal is so high!"
The Universal Bell of Heaven and Earth was a little reluctant. Just above the head of the black-robed man, there was a space fragment the size of a goose egg, shining brightly, hanging there without any cover, within reach of one's hand.
Such large space debris is still rare. As long as Fang Yun moves fast enough, it is not impossible to seize this space crystal.
"Leave! I really want to take it. Wait a while and we'll talk about it when we leave."
Fang Yun said calmly.
There are nine fingers in the hand of the evil god. They have only passed through one of them now, and there are still eight fingers that have not been entered.
Although the Heaven and Earth Wanhua Bell was a little reluctant to part with it, it still thought of its own interests. It shrunk to the size of dust, passed in front of the black-robed man, and entered deeper into the magical weapon.
The core of the Evil God's Hand is a three-story castle-like structure. The inner wall of the instrument is covered with dense veins like blood vessels, which is extremely strange.
Fang Yun walked all the way around, carefully passing through checkpoints and restrictions, and finally entered the second thumb bone...
In the boundless dark void, the competition between two three-image magic weapons gradually became more intense.
"Hand of the Evil God" was originally inferior to "Picture of the Universe" in the competition, and has always been at a disadvantage. And as time goes by, this disadvantage becomes more and more obvious.
"wrong!"
On the back of the finger of the three-symbol magic weapon "The Hand of the Evil God", a terrifying old man with a white head and beard, a majestic aura, and as powerful as a prison, blinked his eyelids and said: "There is a problem."
This old man is very weird. His upper body is a human body, but his lower body is a ball of blazing black flames. It looks extremely weird.
This person is the host of the Hand of the Evil God!
In the past few times, he has felt more and more powerless. This lack of power is not because of the power of the "Qiankun Diagram". In fact, the power of the Qiankun Diagram has not changed. What has changed is the "Hand of the Evil God."
The white-haired old man recalled it carefully and immediately discovered that the power of the last three duels was less than usual.
"Evil God, what's going on? Why did the energy suddenly decrease?"
The white-haired old man separated out a piece of spiritual consciousness and connected with the weapon spirit path of the "Hand of the Evil God".
The weapon spirit in the Hand of the Evil God did not answer. Instead, it used a portion of its magnificent spiritual power to cover the entire magical weapon and inspected it.
"The energy in the sixth and seventh fingers has been reduced by one-fifth out of thin air."
After a moment, a cold, huge consciousness responded slowly.
"A fifth reduction?"
The old man was startled: "What do you mean?"
Even low-level human-level magic weapons rarely lose energy in the air. Only defective magic weapons can experience such a huge loss of energy.
"Although the Hand of the Evil God was achieved very late and is not as powerful as the Qiankun Tu, it is a finished product and will not have such low-level flaws.
"The hand of the evil god was silent, and its huge consciousness seemed to be thinking. And it fell into some kind of confusion:
"I don't know either. The energy seems to have disappeared from the inside. It has not been lost to the outside, and no intruders have been found."
The old man frowned, and not for long, a cold light flashed across his eyes, and he immediately sneered:
"Okay, very good!", I am here to deal with the Qiankun Tu, and someone actually took advantage of it and plotted against me!"
The energy was lost, but it was not lost to the outside. The answer seemed very simple. Someone must have sneaked into the hands of the evil god and stolen the energy.
Although he didn't know how the other party did it, the old man was convinced of it.
"By the way, we seem to have lost eighteen time fragments and twelve space fragments."
The consciousness of the Evil God's Hand was once again introduced into the mind of the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man's expression suddenly became ferocious: "Dark Sky Demon Lord, go! Find the intruder and kill him! I want to see his head!"
"Yes, ancestor!"
In the Hand of the Evil God, a strong man with a thunderous aura suddenly stood up and disappeared with a "swish". Under the guidance of the "Hand of the Evil God," he shot through the air towards the place where the time fragments were recently lost.
Eighteen time fragments and twelve space fragments, which means that in a short period of time, thirty magic weapons were paralyzed without his knowledge. This number is not many, but it is definitely a lot.
Patriarch Tianxie did not expect that someone would dare to take advantage of his magic weapon under his nose. This was tantamount to a slap in the face.
"This damn thing! He is so brave!",
Ancestor Tianxie's face was ashen and he was gnashing his teeth. If it weren't for the increasing pressure from the Qiankun Diagram, he wouldn't be able to get away at all. He really wanted to fly over and chop that guy to death with one palm!
"Hahaha..." Tian Xiezi, you have lost your ability so quickly. I have told you before that you are getting old. In that case, I will send you to the west! "..."
A burst of wild laughter came from the "Qiankun Diagram" that spread out like a continent on the opposite side. At the end of Tianxie Patriarch's gaze, a mighty martial arts giant wearing golden armor stepped on the center of the Qiankun Diagram and laughed loudly.
"fart!"
Ancestor Tianxie was so angry that he was shaking all over. He had powerful enemies outside and internal worries. When he was ridiculed by the opponent, he couldn't help but lose control and cursed.
As the ancestor of Tianxie, this sentence was a big loss of identity. Hearing his own voice, he himself was startled. Knowing that the thirty time and space fragments were inexplicably lost really stimulated him.
Big, that's why I'm so rude.
"Stop talking nonsense and save your life",
The ancestor of Tianxie bit his teeth and smashed his palm, and the rolling thunder set off a torrent of death and rolled towards the other end of the void.
"Hahaha, losing your mind is a taboo for warriors! Ancestor Tianxie, your death is imminent!"
Amidst the mighty and domineering laughter, one after another Yang Lei set off a blue torrent, rolling in,
"It's not good. The evil hand has noticed us!"
While he was plundering energy and time fragments, Fang Yun suddenly felt a magnificent, indescribable spiritual power passing through him.
Although this power did not stay, Fang Yun keenly felt something was wrong.
"That's enough, get out of here now!"
From this change, Fang Yun instinctively felt a hint of danger. As soon as this thought passed through his mind, Fang Yun made a decisive decision without hesitation, "Oh, run away."
"Boom!"
At this moment, a billowing black flame, carrying the power of death and annihilation, swept over. This power was extremely condensed, and every inch of space was like a strong man of the seventh level of Tianchong striking with all his strength.
.
The mighty power passed through every inch of the space made up of the twelve magical weapons, and was extremely ferocious.
"not good!"
Fang Yun's expression changed, and he immediately knew that he had met a master. The opponent's own aura could hide the weapon spirit in the hands of the evil god. So he used this most violent, arrogant, and effective method - using a powerful
Energy sweeps across every inch of space, carpet-like search space.
Although the Heaven and Earth Wanhua Bell can imitate the breath inside the magic weapon and thus hide the spirit of the other party's weapon, Bi Xian is not empty. If the other party uses such violent means to search, it is impossible to block it.
"Buzz!"
As a last resort, Fang Yun sent out a force to block the evil aura of death.
"Huh! I found you!"
A cold voice echoed in the space, revealing a trace of ruthlessness and cruelty. This voice seemed far away at first, but in the blink of an eye, it was right before our eyes.
"call!"
A gust of wind surged past, and a man wearing a strange-looking, jet-black armor immediately appeared in the finger bone space hundreds of miles away. His long black hair was scattered behind his head, dancing fiercely in the wind.
His eyes were as cold as ice that has never melted for thousands of years. As soon as he raised his head, he stared at Fang Yun, who had turned into the size of dust in the void. That punch was not to kill the enemy, but to find out where the enemy was.
whereabouts.
The atmosphere, like a taut string, instantly became tense!