At that thousandth of an instant, the palace slave's heart beat violently, and her heart beat more than ten times faster than usual.
That's an extremely dangerous sign.
Since he obtained the fate of the God-defying God, this feeling of threatening life and death has basically left him.
Because he can't die.
You can be reborn even if you die.
The secular warrior's definition of human body structure cannot restrain him, because his body has already broken away from the human category and is no longer human.
Even when he faced a supernatural being of a higher realm, his death crisis was not so intense.
"It's...time...candle"
An obscure and complex old voice only conveyed less than four words into the palace slave's heart.
It was the shock of the "God-defying destiny" in the palace slave, but there was only four words... and there was no sound...
Buzz~
This area suddenly became silent.
The frightened expression on the palace slave's face was clearly frozen on her face, and she remained motionless while leaning back with her sickle.
The several masters behind Lu Qingping were also motionless, and their expressions still remained at the time when they had decided to leave quickly just a moment ago.
The girl in the sky was still flying towards here with her sword, but she was frozen in the air.
On the edge of the sea cliff, the waves were still, and a huge wave with a height of more than ten feet was rolled up, and it solidified on the cliff, unable to hit it.
The withered grass maintained an arc bent by the night wind and no longer swayed with the wind.
It's not that time and space here are suspended.
The speed of everything here is not as fast as Lu Qingping's.
He took one step forward.
Phew~
The sky, earth and stars suddenly accelerated.
The change only occurs in an instant.
Stars scattered all over the place, white clouds and gray dogs between breaths...
The scenes presented are...
Dark clouds are flying in the sky.
The stars quickly changed their positions on the earth.
Just in this area.
It's just this area.
As the god of time who controls the four seasons of day and night, when the Ancient Candle Emperor opens and closes his eyes, the time of the entire universe flows.
In the beginning there was God, and God and Tao were the same.
The Ancient Candle Emperor is one of the first batch of gods who have the same origin as Tao, and they are born to control time and years.
Medieval Chisongzi Guanzhuhuangdao shape created this technique, which can manipulate at least one day and night in one world.
Lu Qingping, who transformed into a fairy, could also steal the sun, moon and time on the land of Jambudvipa with a stick of incense.
But now it is only at the master level, and the use of this technique cannot affect the entire land of Jambudvipa. At most, it can only affect the sun and moon within a radius of dozens of miles, and it can only affect ten breaths.
Dozens of miles away.
A pair of people from the Taoist sect suddenly saw the changes in the starry sky in the distance, as if day and night were moving rapidly there.
"not good!"
"There is an unexpected drastic change, and the palace slave will be taken away by others!"
The light in Wen Tianming's eyes suddenly changed, and with one step, the Danxia Secret Technique traveled thousands of miles with a leap.
Phew~
His whole figure seemed to transform into a gust of fairy wind, rolling up on the earth. With a whirring sound, the shadow of the woods behind him quickly retreated.
In one breath, it turns into wind and travels five or six miles.
The powerful speed made the trees roar.
He ran for five or six miles in one go, and the trees on both sides of him were almost pulled out. It was like wind and clouds, so fierce...
This is the escape technique in Taoist legends.
The Taoist secrets, which at least require magical powers to be used, were easily used by Wen Tianming, who was originally the third most talented young man in Jamfu, at the level of a small master.
Behind him was the little Taoist boy who was chasing after him urgently: "Brother, what's going on? Could it be that Lu Qingping was able to subdue the palace slave in such a short time? This is too inconsistent with the palace slave's status as the son of the Blood God.
Bar!"
Son of the Blood God!
This is why the palace slaves were able to achieve breakthroughs in cultivation in such a short period of time, and why they liked to cut other people's throats, bleed and skin them.
Blood God.
The identity of this strange deity is recorded in the Taoist Danxia Holy Land.
A spiritual god of heaven and earth who was born in Jambu in ancient times, transformed into a god with the help of blood.
In ancient times, whether it was the blood god or other gods, or the holy god of the demon clan, they were all driven out of the earth by the saints of the three religions and the human race, leaving only some residual corpses and divine thoughts after the war.
Slowly decaying over the years.
During this process, some people and gods had residual thoughts and bodies, and wanted to regain their divine status with the help of new creatures.
As long as they cultivate him into a new god, they can hope to restore his original form.
During this period, the palace slave, who was practicing very fast in the world, occasionally showed traces. People from the three religions noticed the traces of the ancient gods. Then based on his behavior analysis, this should be a blood god who was wanted by the palace slave.
get.
The Blood God is very strange, and his power lies in the blood of all spirits.
And blood is usually the most important and most potential thing for all spirits. It can also be said to be the source of life for all spirits!
The blood energy of ordinary people and warriors are not on the same level.
As the level of martial arts increases, the blood gap between each level becomes a gap, and sometimes it is a qualitative difference!
The blood of ordinary martial artists and martial arts geniuses are not at the same level.
This is the difference between good and bad bloodline.
Phoenix families such as the Feng family are able to pass down their talents from generation to generation because they have received the blood of the Phoenix God. They are better than their contemporaries and have a higher starting point than others.
But if you don't come from a noble family, it's not that your future is hopeless, you just have to be the pioneer.
Bloodline can also be improved through acquired practice.
For example, Prince Qi, the most powerful person in the world, his family is not a legend, but his bloodline is definitely the best bloodline in Jambu.
But this all requires people to cultivate through acquired practices, step by step, climb mountains and clear the way, and improve their own blood and energy cultivation, so that they can transform into the ancestors of the descendants of Fukuzawa.
This is "If you can't compete with your father, let your son compete with others for his father in the future"!
But the Blood God doesn't need to do this. He can directly swallow the potential of other people's blood from other people's blood.
The higher the potential of the bloodline obtained, the more noble the blood of the palace slave can be transformed, the closer it will be to the immortal fetus, turning it into the number one cultivation genius in history!
And every time he steals some bloodline potential from others, his blood energy can be improved by one level, allowing him to practice as fast as drinking water.
He has only debuted for half a year and already has terrifying strength that can overwhelm young people in his class.
This is why the palace slaves hunt down the top young geniuses in the world today, and even after hunting them down, they peel off their skins one after another and keep them as treasures.
Every time he hunts down a young genius, he can evolve himself more perfectly by absorbing the advantages of the opponent's bloodline.
As he becomes more arrogant and proud, as his basic qualifications continue to improve, he looks down on other so-called geniuses in the world...
They analyzed that this may be related to the origin of the palace slave...
People who come from miserable and humble backgrounds and have experienced painful experiences are more likely to lose their minds and act excessively and indulgently after gaining power. In the process of venting, they walk into the embrace of their inner demons.
To put it into detail, the palace slave has hunted down more than twenty young geniuses from Jambu since his debut.
These are the most talented people of a generation selected from tens of thousands of people of the same age on the land of Jambudur. In the Sui and Tang Dynasties, there were three religions and ten schools, and almost all of them were secretly attacked by palace slaves. The young successors were cruelly attacked.
Brutal killing, extracting the potential in the blood...
Even if one or two geniuses were put together, they might not be able to catch up with the top five Wen Shendu, Wen Tianming, or even Changsun Wushuang and others.
But the combined blood of more than two dozen geniuses of various kinds is enough to create a person who, based on bloodline and qualifications alone, would be inferior to even the most talented people from the three religions.
However, the little Taoist priest was panicked.
Look at Senior Brother Wen's expression and gesture as he quickly performed Thousand Miles of Wind just now.
Unexpectedly, this opportunity to become the Blood God is very likely to be snatched away by others!
…………
Lu Qingping took one step forward.
Time flows behind you and under your feet.
In this area created by golden magic, he will always have ten more breaths than others.
To put it simply, it means that after ten breaths have passed after what he has done, the other party can react within the normal time.
This is the golden magic of time acceleration!
In his ten-breath time concept.
First breath.
Lu Qingping stepped forward and approached the palace slave.
Phew~
Lu Qingping took a breath and looked at the other party's pale but sickly face frozen in front of her.
The shock and fear in his eyes and pupils before he performed the Golden Immortal Technique was so clear.
Then.
Second breath...
Lu Qingping gently reached forward and reached towards the palace slave's chest...
"Puch"
The palace slave's lavender clothes were torn apart like paper.
Next, is the chest...
Lu Qingping's palm stretched out from the palace slave's chest like a calm knife.
The blood flowed down the palace slave's white chest, the flow couldn't stop...
The third breath...
Lu Qingping inserted her hand into the palace slave's chest and pinched a slowly beating heart in a large mass of flesh and blood...
Then, squeeze hard...
During this process, the palace slave cannot do anything...
Because in this magic, everything in this area will always be ten breaths slower than Lu Qingping...
He would need at least six more breaths before he could react.
However, just when Lu Qingping was about to crush the heart, something suddenly moved in her heart, and her eyes saw something on the palace slave's heart...
The fourth breath...
It was a bloody mist, like a small world, dotted with stars...
The fifth breath...
Lu Qingping saw the strangeness in her heart, but without hesitation, she directly pressed her palms...
Snap...
It's like crushing a piece of tofu...
It directly crushed the palace slave’s heart!
The sixth breath...
Lu Qingping's eyes flashed, very coldly, thinking of the palace slave's mysterious recovery from his injury just now.
The magic sword was directly in his eyes!
The light of the sword was as cold as a poisonous diamond, sinking into the palace slave's mind...
Chi Chi Chi!!
The seventh god's sword was stirring crazily in the palace slave's mind!
Directly split the palace slave's consciousness into pieces!
Not enough for him!
The eighth breath...
Lu Qingping placed her hand on the palace slave's chest and made a fist.
Chi chi chi~
Suddenly, black sword energy poured out from his palm...
The ninth breath...
The palace slave's physical body was blasted out by dozens of black sword energy, and his physical body became a torn bag.
Then, these sword energy formed a sword energy windmill inside.
The light and shadow of the sword energy criss-crossed, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. A young man in purple clothes and a white face turned into a pile of rotten flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then was ground into a puddle of mud!
Finally, the tenth breath comes...
The timing of the heaven, earth and stars returned to normal.
Huhuhu~
A handsome Taoist priest in a crane robe came from a distance. He looked at the mud under Lu Qingping with an expressionless face, and the corners of his eyebrows twitched uncontrollably...
at this time……
The masters and the little princess looked there with wide eyes...
They only saw that the palace slave couldn't defeat Prince Lu just now, and after he was finally knocked away, he kept retreating with a cruel smile, and wanted to leave with confidence, believing that no one could stop him if he wanted to leave.
But in the blink of an eye, Lu Qingping was in front of the palace slave, and...
That pool of blood and mud... is...
What happened just now?
Several grandmasters felt as if they were in hell for a moment, with chills all over their bodies and their bodies trembling uncontrollably...