In the past, when Fang Dang used the magical power of time to lever the gear of time, it changed not only the time around him, but the time in the extremely huge world. Fang Dang didn't know how long the time changed, but this range must be very, very large. Because of this, reversing time, even if it is only one second, requires huge power. In this time order ball, time can act on a single object, for example, only effective on his body, only his own time is reset.

This shows that Fang Dang can use less power to pry the time gear. In that case, he will reverse time and return to the world of the ancient god Zheng. The power required will be greatly reduced, and the damage to the time order of the entire world will be smaller.

This gain is really too great, it is more important than many Chaos treasures.

Originally, Fang Dang wanted to leave, but now, in the Time Order Ball, the power of time is extremely pure, and it is more clearly displayed in front of Fang Dang in his most original appearance than anywhere else!

Fang Dang regards this time order ball as his place of practice, and has made up his mind to study time order more here!

However, before this, Fang Dang has one more thing to do!

"Crystal, you should be very clear that the Time Order Ball is not a good place, right? If you fall into it, you will never come out again. Why didn't you remind me? Do you want me to enter the Time Order Ball and then be trapped here?"

Jing Shi was speechless by Fang Dang's question. After a while, he replied: "I am not strong enough, try to put myself into a dormant state, which can save a lot of power. So I don't know that you have entered the Time Order Ball. If you enter here and be trapped, I won't have any good endings. I will be trapped here too! Oh no, what to do now? We are trapped in the time loop, which will be repeated and endless. You will never think of leaving this time loop in your life!"

Fang Dang snorted coldly, and in the treasure gourd, the crystal stone's body raked again, and a crack broke out. Several crystal stone fragments jumped up in the air, turning into a rolling force of vitality and being absorbed by the treasure gourd.

"Stop talking nonsense to me. Next time, I promise to melt you to the size of your fingernails!" Fang Dang was too lazy to listen to Jingshi's lying, and left a cold sentence, and then began to study the time order ball.

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Among a city, this city is called Yancheng, which is also a medium-sized city in the fairy world. There are hundreds of thousands of people in the city, which is quite lively on weekdays.

But today, the city is very quiet. It is not night, but daytime, at 10 noon. Under normal circumstances, it should be the busiest time for people. Women start cooking, men work all morning and prepare to go home for dinner.

The children finished the course in school and said goodbye to the master.

At this moment, it should be the most active moment in the entire city. Everyone temporarily put down their work and prepared lunch.

But now, let alone laughter and cheerful people, the smoke in the whole city did not even rise, and everything was dead.

Several monks from the Jingdun Sect looked bad and flew to the city. In the sky, one of the female monks' eyes changed drastically, then their foreheads turned blue, and their bodies suddenly landed outside the city and vomited.

Several male monks barely stepped on the air in the city, with a stern expression in their eyes.

At their feet were mountains of corpses and blood. The bodies of hundreds of thousands of people were everywhere in the city. They fought each other, blood flowing into a river, and eventually all died suddenly in the city.

Even the hardest-hearted iron hands were trembling at this time. Fortunately, they were floating in the air. If they were standing on the ground, their knees might not be able to bear the weight of their bodies at this time. They sat on the ground and could never get up again!

"It's that guy!"

Iron Hand said gritting his teeth.

"We chased that guy for thousands of miles, but we still didn't catch him!"

Another monk did not want to see the tragic phenomena in the city anymore, so he turned around and said coldly: "The power of that monster seems to be getting stronger and stronger. I can feel that he had not been in this city for long, but the hundreds of thousands of people in the city were destroyed. We must catch him as soon as possible, otherwise, if this great immortal world would turn into a land of ashes, and there would be no living things!"

Tie Hand glanced at the city, and hundreds of thousands of people fought to death, but they still couldn't hide it. In this bloody mud, the dogs that bit each other and fell to the ground, the horns on their foreheads inserted into the belly of another cow, etc., whether it is poultry or domestic animals, even birds and birds fought to death!

That guy is like a fire, burning wherever he goes. All the existences illuminated by the fire will fight each other as long as they live!

This is really terrible!

At this time, many cultivators came. The cultivators who are rushing to the scene are no longer cultivators from those small sects, but are among the ten immortal sects. There is no Tianyao Sect or Fire Phoenix Sect, because these two sects are now unable to protect themselves, but the other seven sects have sent people to capture the young man who will die everywhere!

At this moment, in an abyss, a young man sat blankly in the dark corner, gasping for breath, but his eyes were in a state of no spirit. Beside him, a middle-aged man who was also no spirit was lying.

The two seemed to hate each other, so they were far apart, and the surroundings were filled with a damp and musty smell, and the soil was so slippery that it seemed to be stained with blood.

The boy suddenly laughed and giggled.

"What's wrong with us? Are we cursed? So many people died because of me, and I can't live!"

The boy suddenly became energetic and had the strength. He jumped up suddenly, reached out and slapped his forehead.

The middle-aged man hurried forward and grabbed the boy's arm. However, the middle-aged man did not have as much strength as the boy, so that his whole body was carried up by the boy's arm. With a slap, the boy slapped his forehead, blood splattered, and the flesh on the forehead was slammed. However, because of the middle-aged man, the boy could not slap him to death after all, but he also slapped him faint, his body stiffened, and he fell straight to the ground.

The middle-aged man was Chen Tu, and Chen Sha was the one who fell to the ground.

The father and son were unable to escape the curse of bloody killing. The seeds of killing that affected the people around Chen Tu were finally planted on Chen Sha, and they had already taken root and sprouted. At first, Chen Sha could still control this power, but not long ago, he could no longer control the power that affected the people around him, which instantly turned the entire city into a Shura battlefield.

Countless people died because of him.

Although Chen Sha was very murderous and had a murderous idea at a young age, this did not prevent Chen Sha was a kind child. He never thought of killing innocent people. Now, so many innocent people died because of him, Chen Sha completely cut off his desire to survive.

But Chen Tu couldn't tell Chen Sha to die like this!

Chen Tu hugged Chen Sha, his eyes turned blood red, and tears fell silently, dissipating the blood in Chen Tu's eyes. Then Chen Tu picked up Chen Sha and took a deep breath and said, "It's not a terminal illness. What's the big deal? Dad takes you to find your master. Your master could seal my power at the beginning, so you can definitely seal your power. At worst, don't have to cultivate your ability! We both took your mother with you, and it's good to live a stable life! Let's sleep, sleep well, wake up tomorrow, and everything starts again! There is no hurdle that cannot be overcome in front of our men named Tu!"

Chen Tu said as he carried Chen Sha on his back, tied Chen Sha around his waist with his sleeves, and then began to climb along the steep and wet wall.

Every step of the rise caught the mud in his hands, but this was nothing to Chen Tu!

At this time, in a city, there was also a sunny boy who was trying to invite guests into the house for dinner.

A very inconspicuous tavern has a simple storefront and a simple decoration. In this city, there are many such taverns, but this tavern has a difference, that is, just ten days after its opening, customers line up, and the sounds of the two restaurants next to it were affected.

At this time, on the windowsill of the restaurant, a woman squinted her eyes and looked at the newly opened tavern below.

"Miss, we have bought the dishes from this tavern!"

A servant spoke from the back, and opened a wooden box at the same time, and brought out four dishes and a bowl of noodles from the middle.

The woman has a good appearance, but her eyebrows and eyes are a little more feminine, and she looks very cunning.

The woman turned her head and looked at the four butterfly dishes on the table, namely fried shrimps, beef sauce, and boiled peanuts. They are the most common dishes, and they are the dishes that this restaurant in the city doesn't even look at. However, it is these simple dishes that have made many distinguished guests who entered their restaurant call for the waiter to come to buy.

Although such a few dishes would not affect the restaurant business, it was said that the restaurant was vague. At this time, a fat-headed and big-eared chef standing next to the woman immediately walked up, pinched the chopsticks, tasted each dish, rinsed with water to ensure a sharp taste. After trying one by one, the chef's brow frowned into a big lump.

"The seasonings are very simple, and there seems to be nothing special, but... I don't know why, but I just can't imitate it." The chef was very real, with a hint of shame on his face. He didn't even taste the bowl of noodles because he couldn't imitate the bowl of noodles.

The woman turned around and walked to the table, tasted each dish, and after pondering for a moment, Wen Yan said, "This dish seems to be not just a matter of seasoning. Uncle Zhang, you don't have to take it seriously. One or two dishes will not affect us!"

The chef named Zhang knew that this was comforting himself. He copied it more than a dozen times, but no matter what, he could make these most ordinary dishes so refreshing and delicious like this tavern.

This made the master who had been the chef of Weixiangju for ten years feel frustrated and he had no choice but to retreat.
Chapter completed!