The symbols of the Holy Path of Time flashed, causing the interweaving of electric light to form the most terrifying ocean that was undulating. Time disappeared quickly and was accelerated to a terrifying level. It was a real white horse passing through the gap, intersecting with the time in the Immortal Tomb, forming a huge ocean.
Time and space flow turbulently.
A special kind of power surges in the turbulence of time and space.
Poof!
At the same time, Xiao Ye had a ferocious expression and was suffering from tremendous pain. His body was under heavy pressure and was constantly cracking. Even the sacred bones were being wiped out one by one, which was extremely miserable.
This is to forcefully activate the Holy Path of Time to a point where his own realm cannot bear it.
But his persistence obviously paid off.
Boom!
It was as if two different time and spaces had merged together at this moment, forming a time and space portal.
Within the portal, a heavenly palace can be seen, and it is too majestic. It does not look like an ancient palace for one person, but seems to accommodate all living beings.
This palace is not deserted at all. It seems that there are many gods praying and chanting here.
This seems very mysterious. The majestic palace is majestic and magnificent, higher than the mountains. It stands here and suppresses the eternal universe.
Around the Heavenly Palace, corpses that look like demons can be seen floating. There are human races and alien races. Even if they die, the Supreme Way is still intertwined and surging, like a burial ground for gods and demons, urging the Holy Way of Infusing Spirits.
Long Bo's heart was shaken and he couldn't help himself.
All this happened too late, but actually it only happened in an instant.
Rumble!
Immediately afterwards, the gate of the heavenly palace was pushed open, and a sense of supreme majesty surged out, shattering all the space pressing against Xiao Ye, and even Long Bo was knocked back.
But at the moment when he was shaken back, he glanced at the Heavenly Palace and saw a corner of it. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, as if he had seen a ghost.
"That...that is!"
Long Bo dodged and stopped to resolve the impact, but the shock on his face could not dissipate for a long time.
That day in the palace, there was a tall figure sitting upright, looking down at him. It looked exactly like Xiao Ye, but it was full of vicissitudes of life. I don’t know how many years had passed, and it was enough to be proud of the world, and I was the only one.
All the sacred patterns engraved on his body were revived.
"In the future, help me fight against powerful enemies!"
Xiao Ye himself was already swaying like a candle in the storm, suffering the most serious trauma since the return of the Holy Son, but he was sitting cross-legged in the void, talking softly to himself.
After thousands of years of seclusion, he finally came into contact with the second realm of the Holy Path of Time.
Of course, he is far from being able to travel directly into the future and reverse the past, but he can try to show a glimpse of his own future.
This is the greatest achievement of his retreat, and it was achieved not long ago.
boom!
As Xiao Ye's words fell, the palace began to shake, and a big hand came out of it. All laws and ways coexisted, and it grabbed Long Bo.
"Damn it!"
The dragon fight was extremely brave, and the holy path of spiritual empowerment exploded with all its strength. The vast immortal mausoleum seemed to have given birth to consciousness, and the endless ruins and even the space were distorted and erected in front of him for defense.
As strong as Long Bo, he actually gave up the attack at this moment!
However this is in vain.
The defense he had established with the Holy Path of Spiritual Infusion was as fragile as grass clippings and was directly penetrated by this big hand.
"ah……"
Long Bo screamed.
He is a figure of the first generation of the Holy Son, but he is like an ant, being grasped by big hands, and then holding tightly, like a wild dragon, his strong body is twisting and deforming, and the sky is full of blood.
Fortunately, the dragon fight itself was too terrifying, and the peak of the holy level exploded, which prevented the big hand from closing completely.
This scene only lasted for a few breaths and slowly dissipated like the moon in a well or flowers in the water.
The aura of the Holy Path of Time was extinguished, the fleeting shadow disappeared, and the Immortal Tomb was once again in a state of fragmentation, just like a dream.
Bang!
Long Bo's broken body fell from a high altitude, his breath was weak, and he passed out.
Boom!
Xiao Ye's body also exploded with blood, and he fell down.
quiet!
The whole world fell into deathly silence!
Everyone was petrified and their heads were spinning.
What exactly happened, few people can tell clearly.
But, Long Bo, the first-generation Saint Son who had been cultivated by the Yiren Ancient Clan and practiced for countless epochs, had fallen to this point?
In my impression, the first-generation Holy Son was an invincible being. He could fight against strong enemies without even seeing blood.
And the instigator turned out to be Xiao Ye, who is in the Holy Master Realm of Cai Datian?
What is going against the will of heaven?
This is called going against heaven!
If this spreads out, there will definitely be a big earthquake in the three thousand worlds!
"Future body!"
"Xiao Ye speeds up the flow of time, causes time and space to overlap, and summons his future body!"
The faces of the six first-generation Holy Sons were gloomy.
He was so gloomy that he was almost dripping with water, and he clenched his fists.
Like Long Bo, they all saw the scene in the heavenly palace, which made them understand the meaning of their future body.
If it were them, they probably wouldn't be much better than Long Bo.
And these scenes formed nightmares that lingered in their minds.
Can Xiao Ye in the future be so terrifying? What kind of state will that be, and how many years from now?
"Boss Xiao Ye!"
"Brother Xiao Ye!"
Xiaobai, Chu Fang, Luoshui's three strange beasts, as well as Taixu and Jiang Kong had already rushed forward and helped Xiao Ye up.
"Quickly, take out all the holy treasures and give them to Xiao Ye to heal his injuries!"
Xiaobai seemed to be going crazy, yelling at Taixu and Jiang Kong.
Xiao Ye was in such a miserable state at this moment that he couldn't find a single intact part of his body. The final injury came from forcibly activating the Holy Path of Time in the second realm.
This kind of trauma is irreversible.
"good!"
Taixu and Jiang Kong hurriedly took out the space ring.
However, at this moment——
Boom!
The space trembled wildly, and six unparalleled killing intent burst out, firmly covering Taixu and his party.
I saw six figures with different temperaments, who looked like gods, walking through the air.
The six first-generation saint sons of the human race!
At this moment, the world was silent again, and everyone watching the battle was moved.
These six first-generation saints actually came together. Are they trying to completely obliterate Xiao Ye, the supreme saint, without giving them a chance to survive?
With such a lineup, looking at the Three Thousand Worlds, can anyone stop it?
"How dare you!"
Little White's beard and hair spread out, transforming into his true form, but with dazzling pupils piercing the void, evolving into a cage to trap him.
"We are going to take action, and no one can stop us." Ao Chunqiu said coldly.
The other five first-generation saint sons also had deep eyes and erupted with terrifying power, firmly suppressing Chu Fang and Luo Shui.
If these three strange beasts join forces, they may be able to fight against one of the first-generation Holy Sons, but now there are six of them, how can they fight?
As for Taixu and Jiang Kong, it's even worse.
"Yeah?"
"You can kill me, but I can also pull someone to support me. Do you want to try?"
A deep voice sounded, and it turned out to be from Xiao Ye.
He staggered to his feet, his hair disheveled, like a wild beast eager to devour others. His cold eyes swept over him, causing the six first-generation saint sons to stiffen and stop their steps, feeling chills in their hearts.
