Zhan Zhao had gray hair. He sat cross-legged quietly, feeling the endless pressure of the room as time passed by bit by bit...

I don’t know why, but under that kind of pressure, Zhan Zhao didn’t feel any fear or panic...

His soul seemed to be fused with those pressures, and the power in his body began to move involuntarily. He felt that these pressures were like forces waiting for opportunities, looking for gaps in the opposition.

And keep attacking.

His consciousness started to work, and he began to fight against the endless pressure. His consciousness seemed to turn into knives, guns, swords, etc., constantly fighting against the pressure. He had a feeling, as if

That kind of pressure can bring him a lot of benefits. Gradually, his mental pressure is getting bigger and bigger, but his spirit is constantly sublimating...

The power in his body was still surging, and his soul seemed to have touched something. As the process continued, gradually, he could easily feel that something around him was constantly gathering towards him. This was a very strange thing.

The feeling is very mysterious. I want to say it, but I can't describe it. However, I can clearly feel that a strange force is slowly undulating around me. Although this force has not really formed, it is already quite powerful.

prototype.

Everything around Zhan Zhao seemed to be stagnant and became a little strange.

Suddenly, the silver jewelry on Zhan Zhao's chest suddenly flew away, and Taichu's voice came out from inside, with a hint of shock.

"How is it possible? This is the rule of time... How is it possible? He hasn't even touched the rules of space, so how could he suddenly touch the rules of time?"

The mental pressure Zhan Zhao felt became stronger and stronger. He didn't know how long it took, but finally his spirit couldn't bear the force anymore and he quickly retreated back.

It's strange that when Zhan Zhao's soul power began to retreat, the pressure disappeared, and Zhan Zhao's soul power quickly returned to its original form.

Zhan Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, and a purple brilliance shot out from his eyes...

He stretched out his hand and looked at his hand carefully. It seemed that something was different. After pondering for a while, he closed his eyes and radiated the power of his soul again.

He simply ignored the silver jewelry floating in front of him.

Zhan Zhao felt that although the strange power was already in its infancy, he could not completely control it. It seemed that there was still something missing...

The power of the soul was released again, but the feeling just now could not be found...

With a slight sigh, Zhan Zhao opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and tried to feel the strange power, but it felt very strange. He could clearly feel it, and it was very mysterious. He wanted to say it, but he couldn't describe it.

.

Although he can feel it, he can't use it at all, which makes Zhan Zhao find it extremely strange.

"What kind of power is this?" Zhan Zhao murmured, a little confused.

Shaking his head slightly, Zhan Zhao came back to his senses. Zhan Zhao's fingers twitched again. His movements paused, and his face was a little horrified. "A hundred years have passed just now? But why do I feel that just a short time has passed! No wonder the novel about the past life has always been

They say there is no time..."

"What exactly is this power?" Zhan Zhao felt a little awkward. He could sense it but couldn't use it, which made him very depressed.

"That's the power of time!" Zhan Zhao said as the silver ornaments flew in front of his eyes, shining with silver light.

"Senior!" Zhan Zhao took the lead in cupping his hand, but then asked in surprise, "The power of time?"

"That's right!" The voice from the silver jewelry came out with a faint smile, "It must be because of the two yin and yang chaotic realms... This originally involves the level of time and space. You just happened to realize the power of the soul.

With the power of time, I had an epiphany!"

"The power of time..." Zhan Zhao felt this power, but felt a little helpless. He clearly felt that it was gathering around him, but he couldn't use it. It was very uncomfortable.

"It's a pity that I can't use it..." Zhan Zhao sighed.

"Be content!" Taichu's voice was a little cold, "It's good to feel it. Realize it more. Sooner or later, you will use this power of time for your own use..."

Zhan Zhao nodded and sighed, "I'm greedy... I obviously want to touch the rules of space, but I don't want to feel the power of time. This situation is really indescribable!"

The silver jewelry flashed twice and made a sound, "It's been nine hundred years. Unexpectedly, with the help of my elixir, it only took you nine hundred years to reach the stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, even though it was just a fake Taiyi Golden Immortal...

"

"It's because of the rules of space... No wonder I've always seen Demon Zunzunlou teleporting before. He must have mastered the power of space!" Zhan Zhao's old face smiled, showing a trace of vicissitudes of life.

"No, it's just that I have come into contact with the rules of space and can initially use this rule... If you want to fully understand the rules of space, you need to be in the realm of a saint. You are still far from Chonglou!" Taichu made a sound.

A disdainful voice said, "You continue to wait here for a hundred years, and then go out after a thousand years, or do you want to go out now?"

"Now!" Zhan Zhao sighed and said, "You may not be able to touch the rules of space in a hundred years, so you might as well relax! It has been more than nine hundred years, and nine hours have passed outside... My mentality is old.

Got it!"

"It's up to you!" Taichu said calmly, "The rules of space require opportunities, and they cannot be achieved through hard work..."

Zhan Zhao nodded, his old face looked a little strange, the silver jewelry flickered and fell on his chest.

"Zhan Zhao... maybe it's time for me to leave. The so-called rules of space are all bullshit... It's time for you to go to the underworld and the heaven." The silver jewelry lost its light and no sound came out.

This is just what Taichu said in his heart.

Brushing his white hair that was already draped over his shoulders, Zhan Zhao smiled.

"Nine hundred years... Xianze is immortal, but I have aged so much..." Zhan Zhao sighed softly, stretched his muscles, and suddenly the bones all over his body cracked, as if he was

The skeleton seems to be falling apart.

"It feels like my body is rusty!" Zhan Zhao smiled bitterly, "It's been nine hundred years!"

Zhan Zhao understood in his heart that after nine hundred years of constant rebirth, constant bleeding, constant pain, and a constant state of tension, the reason why he grew old was because he exhausted his mental energy.

The pain was excruciating, but unconsciously, he actually started to activate the Zhan Tian Jue automatically, which also caused pain that penetrated into his bone marrow and exhausted his mental energy.

Zhan Zhao stretched out his hand, and the Demonic Sword suddenly flashed in his hand. He took a closer look and said with a smile, "It's been nine hundred years, it's time for you to recover!"

The Demonic Sword flashed for a moment and made a voice, "It has been restored a long time ago. After being nurtured in your Dantian for these years, my strength has reached the critical point. I only need to transform once more and I can go one step further."

"It's good for you. You can stay warm in your Dantian, but I spent it in pain!" Zhan Zhao smiled bitterly. He found that the power in his body was constantly moving, with a force that he had never seen before.

This method of movement is called Zhan Tian Jue.

Zhan Tian Jue operates automatically, and when it is involuntary, there will be no pain, just like the normal operation of mana. When it is activated, every bit of power will be integrated into every cell of his body.

, squeezing out the potential within it, causing a soul-piercing pain.

"It's good now, we have a ****, but who will find something to do when they have nothing to do?" Zhan Zhao smiled bitterly and waved his hand, "Okay, come into my Dantian!"

The Demonic Sword flickered for a moment as a response, turning into a ray of light and integrating into Zhan Zhao's body.

"The god of the Demon Sword..." Zhan Zhao smiled. He knew a lot of things, and there were some more memories about ** in his mind. He was not surprised at all, because he knew that this was taught to him by Taichu.

of……

No one knows where the gods come from. They only know that the gods are born in thunder and lightning when passing through tribulations. They are extremely mysterious, as if they are the marks automatically imprinted on the great road of heaven and earth...

Zhan Zhao looked at the purple barrier in front of him, his eyes seemed to have seen through the vicissitudes of the world, and his eyes gradually brightened.

With a flash of his body, he was incredibly fast and rushed out of the area surrounded by purple aura.

The grass is luxuriant, the white flowers are fragrant, and the world is cheerful.

"My little friend is out? He has aged so much. I wonder what the result will be?" A voice came, and I and Yuan Yuan appeared in front of Zhan Zhao. Both of them stared at Zhan Zhao closely, looking up and down.
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