The chaotic flow of time and space, accompanied by the howling storm of time and space, seems to destroy even the remaining space and the law of time in the flow.
A golden Buddha sits quietly in the dark storm.
Its body has rays of light flowing around it, and its whole body is gushing with golden will power, which not only brings warmth, but also slightly lights up the dark flow of time and space.
Behind the Buddha, there are seven conjoined blood trees in the debris. The crowns of the trees are in full bloom, the branches are drooping, and the bones are dangling, creating the appearance of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Under the blood tree, there is a huge green prison. Countless chains are like tentacles, rooted in unknown places, anchoring the spatial orientation of this place so that you will not get lost.
On the left side of the blood tree, there is a blazing white flame of burning embers. Among the flowing sky fire is an old man with white hair and cuffed hands and feet. The strength of his body surges wildly and pours into the Buddha.
On the right side of the blood tree, there is a huge black dragon winding in the sky, with a bead hanging from the dragon's head, and the dragon's breath it spits out, blocking the unknown coming from the front, and power must surge out from under the body at the same time to maintain the four divine pillars.
There is a dual phase of resentment.
One side has resentment, the other side has no sleeves.
What appears to the Holy Spirit Continent is a scorched and cracked body, the sleeveless appearance of a holy slave - this appearance is borrowed from the resentment of the overturned pagoda on the cross street corner, and is of vital importance.
But in fact, after the ladder to heaven was broken, what was more important was that the five holy emperors - a tree, a fire, a dragon, a prison, and a Buddha - had been imprisoned in the flow of time and space for more than half a year.
What we have to deal with are the various offensives from the forces above the ladder in the past six months.
Just like the dam that protects the world, once their defenses are breached, the torrent of unknown forces led by Hua Chang Deng on the opposite side can flow unimpeded and lead directly to the Holy Continent.
At that time, it will be the true coming of God!
"Half a year!"
"It's been half a year, and my kindness has been exhausted!"
"God knows how this emperor has spent the past six months. The Eight Lords know this man who can kill a thousand swords, and they simply don't regard dragons as dragons... What do you want me to say, let's count one, two, three and withdraw together, right?
For more than half a year, the situation has actually been manageable, with several people supporting each other.
But in recent days, the offensive on the ladder has increased dramatically, and the five holy emperors seem to be unable to bear it any longer.
The sudden attack just now contained the power of the three original ancestor gods. It was like the ancestor gods coming in person, and it almost tore their defense line apart.
Rao worked together to block it, protecting the line of defense of the space-time fragments from falling, and the aftermath flowed out, hitting the five holy emperors.
It hurts!
It's a sharp pain!
It’s the heartbreaking kind!
Demon Emperor Black Dragon really wants to withdraw.
The crystal blade of time and space is like a mirror, slicing across its dragon body.
Even though it was already the Holy Emperor, it also saw broken scenes of the past and the future.
Like a revolving lantern, the Demon Emperor Black Dragon saw himself sucking a black fruit outside the dragon's cave when he was a child, giving birth to his demonic power.
From then on, its sharp edge was unimpeded, and wherever it went, thousands of dragons retreated. With the help of the power of the Dragon Ancestor that was subsequently awakened, it grew up to the realm of the Holy Emperor by eating and sleeping.
This kind of dragon life is called enjoyment.
The mirror fragments passed by again, carrying traces of time and space, reflecting the future.
The Demon Emperor Black Dragon saw some people whose faces they couldn't see clearly drinking dragon blood and eating dragon meat, and there were some black dragon scales scattered on the ground. It was about to explode.
Such a dragon is not allowed to have its claws crossed!
"Sang Qiye, speak!"
"If you have any complaints against the Buddha, speak up!"
These two are the key to the final outcome.
One is the body of the Four Divine Pillars, which is like Xu Xiaoshou on the Void Island at that time, but the level is even more transcendent.
With the support of various forces, and with the foundation of a Holy Emperor who resented the Buddha, he was able to reach the state of the ancestor god.
It is not enough to deal with the real ancestor god.
But it is still possible to deal with the newly resurrected evil spirits and so on, and resist them for three to five years, as long as they do not exert all their strength.
The other one is even more crucial.
In terms of combat power, the Holy Slave Sleeveless is just a half-Saint. It is of no importance in this game and can be sacrificed at will.
But he is the only person besides the Eight Masters who knows the "plan" and is also responsible for its execution.
And about the "plan"...
Not to mention the Third Ancestor of White Vein and the Demon Emperor Black Dragon.
Even those who resent the Buddha still don’t quite understand what path the holy slave is taking.
He is just responsible for cooperation.
The pagoda cannot be suppressed anymore. If this side does not cooperate, it is a foregone conclusion that his body and strength will be usurped by the Demon Ancestor.
--put all one's eggs in one basket!
In the dark flow of time and space, the Buddha opened his eyes, and the golden light shone slightly.
A ray of will that harbors resentment in this body knows that Sang Qiye's semi-sage cultivation is caught in this, and even living is a torment, let alone speaking out.
Now facing the questioning gazes of several great saint emperors, he could only speak on his behalf:
"Sleeveless benefactor, please tell me. When the army approaches the city, we all have no way out."
At the old site of Guizhan, the withered Buddha squirmed, as if it had borrowed a ray of life from somewhere.
In the fragmented flow of time and space, there is also the golden Buddha. The voice of resentment disappears, and the voice of Sang Lao comes out.
Compared with the former, he is like a dying person, his voice is astringent and his strength is withered, and his voice is like roasted wood:
"The appearance of the three ancestors, I think a few of them have seen it..."
The three ancestors of Baimai and the Demon Emperor Black Dragon all concentrated their attention and nodded slightly.
The three ancestors in Saint Slave Wuxikou are not the three ancestors on their side, but the three great ancestor gods.
When the big offensive was launched just now, the old locust trees, the evil eyes, and the coffins under the tower were visible to all.
Not only Hua Changdeng, but the ancestor gods have also intervened in this situation. This cannot be deceived.
Sang Lao said and waited for a long time. After a long time, he was weak and continued to speak: "I don't know the extra ones. I only know that what a few of them have to do is to intercept them one by one... As long as they are not put into the five realms, I will wait.
Then there is still a chance for mediation..."
After saying this, he felt as if he was dead and never made a sound again.
The great saint emperors waited for a while, but before they could hear the rest of the story, Demon Emperor Black Dragon was confused and couldn't hold it in any longer:
"How to intercept one by one?"
"It's been half a year. If they launch a general attack now, with the remaining power of You Grudge, I'm afraid they will have to take on the last wave of offensive, and the Four Divine Pillars will fall apart."
Ancestor Jin Zhao followed and said: "I'll do my best, and then we'll go back to Void Island and wait to die one by one?"
Emperor Qishu remained silent.
So far he doesn't understand how to play this game.
To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than delaying death—can it last for half a year, one year, ten years, or a hundred years?
It's better to surrender to the enemy now. Maybe you can leave the inner island of Void Island, sneak up on the ladder, and seek a small official position.
But that's what happened to the Eight Masters.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't say anything about the plan, and he treated his own people as if he were on guard against thieves.
He is like this, and so is the holy slave Wu Xiu.
It can only be said that the entire Saint Slaves are like this. They, the Black and White Saint Emperor, have never been regarded as insiders from the beginning to the end, they are just tools.
A resentful voice whispered: "I'm afraid everyone has their own intention to retreat, lest the four divine pillars are gone and they won't be able to stop Hua Changdeng's sword. Brother Qiye, can you tell me more?"
After a long pause, Mr. Sang sighed quietly: "The eight wise masters have something to say beforehand, 'half of them are hidden and cannot be spoken openly'."
You resented and immediately lost your persuasion.
He spent half his life toppling Buddhist pagodas and paid no attention to the Holy Emperor of Void Island. He had no idea what the origins of the demons and monsters around him were.
I thought we were allies fighting side by side, but never thought that at least half of them were enemies?
Then the significance of maintaining these four divine pillars for half a year is...
If you have any complaints, you can't say anything. Since it's Ba Zun's words, just listen. He always has his own thoughts.
"Here we come!" Divine Prison Bluestone said nothing nonsense.
He was responsible for the warning. At this time, the cyan chain that was stretched out sensed the sword energy and sounded a warning.
But after just one sentence, there was a hint of surprise in his voice, in other words: "Someone is coming!"
people?
For half a year, the five holy emperors have been guarding here. The sword energy can be seen, but the person who draws the sword cannot see it. They only know it is Hua Chang Deng.
This is the advantage of the fuse ladder. At least, they don't have to face each other head-on, which can delay the battle.
But this time...
Can you manifest a person?
"Woo——"
Sure enough, as soon as Shenjing Qingshi finished speaking, the fragments of time and space that were supposed to be dead even emitted the faint whine of a fierce ghost.
This sound echoed deep in everyone's souls, making people shudder.
In the darkness, a flickering light of fire illuminated a small figure.
Compared to the golden Buddha, the seven blood trees, the boundless sky fire, the demon emperor's black dragon, and the vast blue divine prison.
The figure is too humble.
However, he walked slowly towards the end of the broken flow of time and space. He was dressed in white clothes, with a broken sword on his waist and a bronze lamp in his hand. He was neither hurry nor slow.
"Ancient sword cultivator..."
"Hua Chang Deng..."
Different people, different reactions.
The Third Patriarch of the White Veins and the Demon Emperor Black Dragon, who had been tortured by the ancient sword cultivator, felt a little big-headed when they saw the sword-wielding one.
Although there was resentment, Mr. Sang definitely recognized the person.
Hua Changdeng arrived at this time and stopped in front of the five holy emperors.
The whistling blade of time and space passed through his body, driving the clothes to hunt. He held his waist to hunt ghosts, with no intention of using the sword. He just said slowly to several giant monsters:
"Half a year has passed, but it has been a waste of time, and it can be considered that the barriers built by several people have been broken down."
"I'm walking here with a lantern today. I'm just passing by. I don't want to start a big fight. I just want to take the road. There are more than a few people. What do you think?"
How can this be allowed?
The Demon Emperor Black Dragon has no intention of fighting.
However, when it saw Gu Jianxiu acting so coquettishly, it was the first to feel unhappy.
Do you really think that everyone is a familiar person?
Anyone can step on the head of the Demon Emperor Black Dragon?
What's more, as the Holy Emperor has a very high self-esteem, it is impossible for him to let it go easily - let you go, has this emperor been in vain for the past six months?
"bring it on!"
The Demon Emperor Black Dragon swung its tail, and the flames of war ignited in its eyes, "Fight! Until death!"
But at this moment, Sang Lao's dry voice came out:
"Let him pass."
This sentence immediately confused all the saint emperors present. The three ancestors of White Vein and the Demon Emperor Black Dragon all looked at the golden Buddha in disbelief.
"What are you doing? The Holy Slave is sleeveless!" Emperor Qishu asked.
"I said, let him go."
Sang Lao repeated one sentence, and then he was exhausted and silent.
The four holy emperors were all in a state of turmoil, unable to figure out what the holy slave was thinking. Is this one of the "plans"?
But the plan is not to fuse the ladder to heaven and block the Huachang lantern?
"Let it go."
In the end, you still have to complain.
Although he didn't know if Wuxiu was still awake, at this time, there could only be one person giving orders.
If they all act recklessly, the ancestor gods will come, and a pile of loose sand will not have any effect.
"Woo——"
The ghosts chirp and whimper, like the cry of a resentful baby.
Hua Changdeng nodded slightly in greeting, without any words, and walked slowly under the gaze of several gigantic Holy Emperors...
Go to the Golden Buddha!
Enter the Golden Buddha!
Get out of the ghost Buddha!
…
"Why?"
When Hua Chang Deng uses ghosts and Buddhas as passages, and through the broken currents of time and space, it walks from the ladder to the Holy Spirit Continent.
Knowing what kind of being was put in, the Demon Emperor Black Dragon couldn't bear it anymore. He almost had no choice but to take action against the unreasonable Holy Slave:
"You better have an explanation!"
Mr. Sang had no explanation, and he was unable to explain it.
In fact, the situation has developed completely out of control and is beyond the control of a mere half-saint.
Even the arrival of the Third Ancestor was not what Mr. Sang had expected.
He no longer knows whether he or the Eight Masters are right or wrong, but now that the matter has come to this point, he can only act according to the Eight Masters' ideas and his plan.
When entering the game, Mr. Sang only received three sentences of instructions:
"One, fuse the ladder."
"Two, half of the secrets cannot be stated openly."
"Third, catch them as hard as you can, release them one by one, and intercept the rear."
In the past six months, all plans and actions have been strictly implemented, and now what should be released has been released.
What the Eight Masters were worried about, Sang Lao probably also figured out clearly. He was just afraid that the ancestor gods would flood into the Holy God Continent.
If we come one by one, is there a glimmer of hope in this situation that seems to be overturned at any moment?
But, where is the vitality?
Mr. Sang couldn't see the future, and when he looked up, it was pitch black.
Even among them, there are only a few obstacles in the way, the highest is only the Holy Emperor, how can they stop several great ancestor gods?
vitality……
On Bazunji?
On Xu Xiaoshou?
Or, in other words, what they think of each other?
"Buzz!"
The bluestone chains of the divine prison trembled again.
This time, the Holy Emperors of the Holy Void Island were shocked again - every time the Divine Prison Bluestone senses something, it is definitely not good news.
"What happened again?"
The Demon Emperor Black Dragon looked at the dark source of the time-space fragmentation.
Hua Changdeng entered the Holy God Continent, but when he came, there was no ancestor god following him.
The thunder is loud and the raindrops are light.
In the powerful offensive just now, Hua Changdeng was actually the only one who wanted to enter the Five Realms. The Ancestral God was just covering for him?
Divine Prison Bluestone said in a deep voice:
"Found in the east and attack in the west!"
"The power of the Ancestral God is here, but it is just a flash in the pan. Our fused ladder can protect most of the Holy God Continent."
"But there is one place where there are constant cracks in the different-dimensional space. From there, I can enter the Holy Spirit Continent. I'm afraid they can too."
As soon as these words came out, the great saint emperors were all awe-inspiring:
"Northern Territory?!"
In the far north of the Northern Territory, different dimensions arise, disasters continue, and everyone in the five territories knows it.
Previously, most of the people in the Holy Temple were dressed in white and red, and they had to guard the extremely cold and poor places in the northern region all year round.
Taixu and half-saints who were born in the Northern Territory, either proactively or passively, almost all joined the Tianmeng and contributed to the defense of different dimensions.
Of course, in a place that is good at fighting, there are many talented people.
For so many years, semi-saints from all over the five regions have been imprisoned, and their reputation has not been obvious.
This is not the case in the Northern Territory. They relied on fighting a long time ago to raise famous top half-saints such as the "Seven Stars of the Northern Territory" and the "Twelve Saints"!
"The power of the three great ancestral gods all rushed to the Northern Territory and attacked the cracks in the Seven-End Forbidden Realm." The Bluestone of the Divine Prison sighed.
"Then let's..."
Even the Demon Emperor Black Dragon fell silent.
What should I do? Should I move somewhere?
But if we move to the more chaotic time and space nodes near the cracks in the time-keeping realm, what should we do on the ladder?
What if they move here again?
"It doesn't matter."
After a long time, Mr. Sang spoke in a low voice: "There are people guarding the cracks in time."
Each of the five holy emperors is different.
who?
Apart from us, who else can resist the ancestral gods?
…
Northern Territory, time rift, one of the seven forbidden areas.
This is the place where interdimensional cracks occur most frequently in the Northern Territory. It is the "frontline battlefield" among the people in the Northern Territory, and fighting continues year after year.
A broken world, a gray sky, and gloomy tones.
If someone takes a bird's eye view, it can be seen that the temporal crack is essentially a broken square platform, connected to unknown planes through the cracks of different dimensions that are born in various places.
One after another, beasts, alien species, and monsters whose names and races cannot be pronounced emerge from the cracks.
"Look, what is that?"
Amidst the overwhelming shouts of killing, someone soon discovered something unusual.
When looking towards the gray horizon, an ancient locust tree, a huge purple eyeball, and a coffin pressed under the tower suddenly appeared outside the crack in time.
"What kind of creature is this again?"
"I feel like I started too weakly. If I really fall behind, I'm afraid many people will die..."
Even if you are used to seeing strange creatures in the time rift, it is rare to see such a strong sense of oppression in the past and present.
Could it be that he has reached that supreme state - semi-saint?
It was too weak, and everyone was trembling.
When looking directly at the illusory, blurry vision that seemed to be obscured by something in terms of power and influence, the only one who could still stand upright was the Half-Saint who had been fighting for many years in the Rift of Time.
There are still people who can resist it!
Seeing this, many of the Northern Territory Predators became hardened again:
"Don't be afraid, brothers, we still have the Seven Stars of the Northern Territory!"
"The leader of the Seven Stars, the leader of the Yansheng Alliance, happens to be here at this moment. There are just three monsters, the leader of the alliance!"
"Yes! The leader of the Heavenly Alliance is the first leader and the first semi-saint. He is here, what else can't you handle?"
"Look, the alliance leader has come out..."
From the large tent guarding the rear, several semi-saint figures suddenly appeared in the air, led by a tall and tall middle-aged man with long hair.
"It's the leader of Yansheng Alliance!"
"Look, the leader of Yansheng Alliance has taken action, he rushed out!"
"So strong! This momentum..."
Countless people looked at this scene, looking at the leader of the Yansheng Alliance who was rushing straight towards the phantoms of the three monsters in the void, with their hearts surging and their eyes filled with anticipation.
Dao Xuanji was defeated and the Jiang family was executed by the clan. Taixu Jiang Nayi, who was the only one who survived but was forced to take refuge in the frontline battlefield, also looked from a distance, his blood boiling with excitement, his fists secretly clenched, and he cried out with hatred in his heart, fighting those three monsters
Think of it as loving the common people, Xu Xiaoshou and other rats:
"The leader of the Yansheng Alliance has taken action and will teach these animals that they will never come back!"