On the horizon in the distance, the figure that was rushing towards the sky. At the moment when the Heaven-Suppressing Ruler disappeared, he realized that the connection with the weapon spirit was severed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"How could the treasure of our clan be counterattacked by the spirit of the weapon?" The strong man from the Spirit Clan shouted in panic.

This was something that made him feel a little frightened. This was definitely a method that ordinary people could use. It was probably very difficult for the powerful people from all the powerful clans in the Star Alliance to seize the Sky-Suppressing Ruler.

Are there any such masters among the exiled races of the Alliance of Stars in the Southern Prison? There is a high probability that there are not.

As for the human race, the strong men of the older generation have withered away, and the new generation has not been cultivated, and the young and the old have not been able to catch up, so it is even less possible for them to have such incredible abilities.

Therefore, it is the Immortal Lord who left behind!

This man from the Spirit Tribe was robbed in Zhentianzhi. Although he was extremely furious, he still maintained his rationality and rushed to the original site of Zizhu Mountain to look into the big pothole.

He did not dare to fall directly. The space-time return formation under the pothole was slowly moving. The power of time and space was continuously absorbed by the formation, forming mysterious waves that circulated endlessly in the defense shield of the formation.

"Hiss... the power of time and space?" He exclaimed, and then sighed with a sudden look on his face: "It is indeed the great work of the Immortal Lord, no wonder he can take away the Heaven-Suppressing Ruler!"

Below, Yin Dong was in the defense shield of the formation and heard the voices above. He was speechless for a while. Mao Xian's Immortal Master's methods... Well, he could indeed pretend to be the Immortal Master and let the Immortal Master take the blame for those outside who heard the news.

Are all the sharks that come coming scared away?

This wild idea flashed through his mind, and Yin Dong's eyes lit up.

Making a fortune in silence is the right thing to do.

Let everyone think that this formation is the work of the Immortal Lord, and they also took away the Heaven-Suppressing Ruler. They will definitely think that the formation covers the Immortal Lord's Cave, and will not doubt that the Immortal Lord's Cave has exploded, and a battleship inside

It has been taken away by Ling Fan.

For a while, the attention of the creatures of all races will be focused on the Immortal Lord's Cave, at least half of their attention will be taken away, which will be of great benefit to him in the future to take over the Immortal Burial City.

With a thought from Yin Dong, the defense shield of the formation vibrated, and the fluctuations caused by the power of time and space emerged, forming a slowly rotating vortex, flying upward, making the spirit clan's hair stand on end inexplicably.

The man from the God Tribe almost ran away. He took out a small black cauldron in his hand and pointed the mouth of the cauldron towards the whirlpool that suddenly appeared, trying to put it into the cauldron.

Yin Dong used his mental power to pull the vortex, suddenly increased his speed, and crashed into the small black cauldron.

At the same time, a dragon shadow condensed with invisible dragon power rushed into the mind of the man from the God Race, exploded with a bang, and a tearing pain hit his mind, making him stagnant.

Not only that, Yin Dong also rang the Soul-Destroying Bell.

when--

A melodious bell rang, and the vortex that hit the black cauldron exploded. The ripples formed by the power of time and space spread out with the sound of the bell.

In an instant, his body was imprisoned, and even his soul seemed to be wearing heavy shackles.

The next second, the light cord condensed by the power of the formation flashed over, entangled with the black small cauldron and the man, and violently pulled the man in with the cauldron.

"Who?" The man from the Spirit Clan was shocked, but he couldn't make a sound or move. He just stared.

Did someone take the lead, enter the Immortal Lord's cave, and launch a sneak attack at the critical moment?

Or... the remnant soul of the Immortal Lord?

This man from the divine race quickly imagined a big drama.

He imagined that the Immortal Lord had fallen, leaving behind a remnant of his soul. Because of the countless years of time, he had gradually recovered a little, so he created a drama about the birth of the Immortal Lord in the cave of Zizhu Mountain, luring strong men from all races to come and seize the opportunity.

When the time comes, snatch it back.

Immortal Lord, so insidious!

He cursed secretly, feeling even more desperate and helpless.

At this time, the light cord formed by the power of the formation had already dragged him to the defense cover of the formation, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. The Immortal Lord's Cave was indeed an occupied place, and the defensive formation was protected by someone.

Control the array!

The body hit the defensive shield of the formation and paused for half a second, as if it was sinking into a quagmire, wrapped in rich energy.

Entering Xianzun Cave!

This thought flashed through his mind, and he was not happy but frightened. His eyes were extremely ferocious. Without saying a word, he spit out a small sword, whirled around, and turned into streaks of silver sword light.

At this moment, his body was still unable to move, but the small sword only needed to be controlled by his thoughts, spinning rapidly, making his whole body shine like the stars and the moon.

Vaguely, he heard countless roars coming from below, causing fluctuations in the power of time and space. His heart was shaking. When he was distracted, he might as well fly a branch from the blood-devouring tree not far away and pierce it.

In his eyes.

"Ah... what the hell is this?" He screamed in shock and tried to break the branch, but his body was still imprisoned by the power of time and space and could not move.

The small sword controlled by his mind was now blocked by the power of the formation, buzzing and trembling but unable to break free.

"This little sword is a good match." Yin Dong controlled a branch of a birch tree, wrapped the small sword around it, and put it into his whirlpool.

He is not greedy. He really didn't expect to get another rare treasure after defeating the Heaven-Suppressing Ruler.

Unexpectedly, he met a Duobao boy. Not only did he have something as strange as the Heaven-Suppressing Ruler, but the small sword looked like it was not ordinary. This wave of blood earned him!

The tree spirit of the Blood-devouring Tree was also very happy. The energy and blood of this man from the Spirit Clan was extremely huge. If his body and soul had not been imprisoned by the power of time and space and the sound of the bell, Yin Dong would have fought him head-on. Who would win?

Unknown!

Generally speaking, this is a sad story about an arrogant guy who, underestimating the enemy, sacrificed a rare treasure to kill the enemy from a distance, but was killed instead to take the treasure.

Until his death, this man from the Spirit Clan did not understand why he ended up in this situation.

With his strength and tyranny, and carrying two rare treasures with him, he could definitely run rampant in today's world where the three ancient tribes have not yet returned, but yet he capsized in the gutter and died in such an unexplained way?

No! I can't die in such a mysterious way!

Suddenly, the shriveled body of this man from the Spirit Tribe quickly swelled up due to excessive blood loss, exuding terrifying aura fluctuations, with clouds flowing around him, as if a god had descended.

"The remnant soul of the Immortal Lord is still there, and he took away the Heaven-Suppressing Ruler and..."

This man from the God Tribe used his secret technique to send out a spiritual wave and send a message to the outside world. However, before the sound transmission was complete, another bell rang, his secret technique was interrupted, and his soul body was exploded.

Yin Dong looked at the body of the man from the Spirit Tribe. All the blood and marrow were drained by the blood-devouring tree. He couldn't die anymore. He directly turned a ball of dragon essence into fire and burned the body to prevent this guy from appearing again.

What a moth.
Chapter completed!