Paradise of Demonic Gods

The dreamer’s brow wrinkled and he planned to predict the future again.

I saw his hands intertwined, and instantly transformed into thousands of ghosts, and the endless afterimages, the space seemed to sway a weak ripple.

Time and space are one, and the direction of time is observed from the change of space. This is the stunt of the dream family, and the prophecy of the heavenly performance.

From the glimpse of space, the dreaming patriarch looks like a change in the future of the world. The whole face suddenly changes and says to the other five patriarchs: "It's not good, it is a sign of great murder, and nine lives."

"Nine deaths in a lifetime?" Jacob did not dare to take it lightly when he heard the prophecy of the imaginary dream leader. "The strong man who just entered, is so powerful?"

"It may not be his relationship." The shadow patriarch said: "Maybe it is something different from Panwutian, or there are other strong people who are eyeing here. Wizards Association, the Holy See, if they also play The idea here, then we are indeed nine dead."

Jacob’s eyes picked up slightly and asked: “What can I do with the dream patriarch?”

The eyes of the dream seem to have been covered by layers of mist, and a pair of eyes sparkle with mysterious light, just like seeing through the direction of time and the future changes.

"No, I can only see a general state of the past, good, or bad, fierce, or Kyrgyzstan. If I have encountered such a prediction in the past, I will stop the original plan directly.

But here we have prepared for a full three years, which cost us a lot of treasures from our six families. It is really sad to give up now. ”

Jacob nodded, and there was a hint of ochre in his eyes: "Yes, it’s a pity to give up now. And with the strength of our six people, the family has been passed down for two hundred years, and the people who can kill us in the world can number.

Even if the emperor and Pluto came, they would have to give up three points in the face.

For a while, we will directly exert our full strength. The sacred soldiers and armed forces of the patriarchs should not be pity. This time, we must go all out. ”

"This is natural."

"I don't believe in our six god-level masters, but there are still nine dead and a lifetime."

"We have six people to join hands, and the world can go, unless it is the resurrection of the saint Adam, many ancient gods come, how can it be easy to kill me?"

"Maybe I am wrong."

Three years of preparation, the confidence of the god-level powerhouse, coupled with the greed of Panwutian, let the six masters not give up, but instead prepared more actively, the target is arrogant.

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On the other side, Fang Xingjian fell all the way, and continued to deep into the cave.

With his degree, he can fly hundreds of kilometers every second, and the speed is very shocking, but in the process of this extreme, he can hardly see the bottom of the cave.

One minute... five minutes... ten minutes passed, it is almost the same as the nuclear core. Fang Xingjian still does not feel the existence of the bottom of the cave. Looking up, the cave hole has become a light smaller than the needle tip. Point, surrounded by darkness, as if in the boundless universe of vacuum.

At this level, Fang Xingjian also understands that he is a middle mover. The caves that hide Panwutian can never be so deep.

"Is the space changed? Mo" Fang Xingjian’s death sword directly swept out. The first thing he thought of was the change of space around the four, creating some kind of stretching and expanding the space of the underground cave. It was like nine secluded. The scene in the fascination is the same.

However, under the sweeping, nothing was obtained. Every particle around the four, the electromagnetic wave changes, can not see the phenomenon of being stretched at all.

“Is it already into another time and space? The small world created by the predecessors?”

Fang Xingjian thought about it, and once again moved the Shanhe Avenue to observe the change in his life. The passage of time is consistent with the decrease in life, indicating that time has not changed and there is no room for change in time and space.

Time has not changed, it is purely a change in space.

Confirmed this point, Fang Xingjian thought, the martial arts will be out of the body, Tongtian sword body constitutes a light person, a slight flash, has already smashed under the cave.

The martial art will spread with light. Fang Xingjian can instantly explore how deep the cave is, but he still has no sprint, but instead he appears in front of himself wearing a black robe and fluttering. A man with a thin body.

Fang Xingjian stayed a little, and the martial arts will flash in front of the man, and he saw his face.

"Mobius ring? Unlimited time and space corridor?" Fang Xingjian looked at his feet and his head, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"This kind of means, we must twist the space to 36o, and then completely overlap. What is the relationship between Panwu and other people?"

But knowing what the means is, it is convenient to solve it.

After all, the way to distort the space to create an infinite cloister is superb, but as long as it is slightly distorted, the space is no longer perfectly overlapping, and there is no limitless cloister.

I saw Fang Xingjian’s martial arts will once again break into the flesh, and then his eyes opened, as if there was electric flashing, a boxing came out, the violent force swept around, the space began to twist directly, and the martial arts will be inspired. A small altar appeared in the 100 meters below.

‘Sure enough, is it a means of space distortion? ‘Fang Xingjian’s body flashed and came to the altar.

‘This means, I am afraid that I can’t come in under the **** level, and the space above God can twist the space before I can enter it. ’

He glanced at the top of the altar and placed a square on the square. Above the throne, a man with a golden armor wrapped around him sat on it.

The gold armor did not feel any breathing or heartbeat. Only a pair of golden eyes opened and looked straight ahead.

"this is……?"

Fang Xingjian’s martial law will sweep over the body of the Jinjia people, and he will not feel the slightest breath of life, but the lifelike appearance clearly gives him a feeling of living.

"Is this a statue? Or a corpse? Is it a living person? Or a dead person? Is that set of gold armor a Panwutian? Why is it worn on this man?"

Fang Xingjian thought for a moment and did not feel any danger. He directly grabbed it and grabbed it in the face of Panwu.

But this time, the golden armor slammed a bit, and a pair of eyes turned slightly, looking at the square star sword in front of him.

"Bold! Who dares to attack this seat?"

Along with the words of the golden armor man, the vast golden light scattered from his body, turned into a golden wave swept to Fang Xingjian. (To be continued.) 8