Chapter 282 The Avenue of Time, shocking the past and the present!
Today, after endless years, Huahua once again set foot on the Soul River, and encountered the enemy of life and death in the past. He also completely went berserk, with his black hair dancing wildly, a pair of red eyes, and he frantically attacked the six-faced head.
Boom boom boom! At this moment, the depths of the Soul River are completely immersed in a huge melee. The carrion and the bull-headed monster, Huahua and the six-faced head, the old man's skin and the peacock soul mother, our battlefield has already been overwhelmed by the endless destructive power.
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In a confrontation of forces at this level, even the most powerful Immortal King Realm powerhouses could not come close, and the battle was extremely brutal.
At the same time, among the big figures in the Soul River, the only terrifying figure still standing, the Nine-Colored Soul Master, also took action. With an unparalleled terrifying aura erupting from his body, he headed straight for the battlefield of Old Man Pi Jiudaoyi.
Compared with several other opponents on the battlefield, Jiu Daoyi, an old antique, undoubtedly made all the big figures in Soul River feel more uneasy. After all, behind him, he was carrying the most powerful Taoist heritage of the ancient times, as well as the legendary one.
Every trace of human being!
Bang! The nine-color soul master took action, shocking the world and unparalleled. He used the most powerful secret technique to kill. The vast soul river was surging, and one secret and dark portal after another continued to appear in the void, like a
Like a black hole vortex that can swallow everything in the world, any creature that comes even slightly close will be sucked in, including some local monster creatures deep in the Soul River!
Black hole vortices appeared from one side after another, shrouding the sky above the battlefield where Jiu Daoyi was. Even the tattered war spear in his hand could not pierce them all. With every small destruction, the strange white hole vortex was speeding up.
Repairs, and getting smaller and smaller, are broken and covering up towards me.
"Hey, old man, don't waste your efforts. This is the secret method of my soul river. It is inherited from these existences at the end. It is the source of soul destruction. It can eliminate all vitality of all spirits in the sky, including all soul-light substances. Even if
No matter how powerful he is, he can't resist it, so just accept your fate!" The four-color soul master has a tall body and is surrounded by chaotic mist. I slide my hands and push the white and dark vortexes to come up one after another, and go straight to the four paths. That's it.
Putting the former into a passive situation makes it difficult to resist.
Boom! I just watched the four-color soul master and the peacock soul mother join forces to suppress the four paths. Just when they were about to suppress the hunt, at the critical moment, ripples in the void rolled, and a thin and mysterious...
A white-robed figure emerged, with the rails behind him.
With me as the center, without the laws of time and space permeating the air, the two torrents merged together to form the legendary vortex of time, directly breaking through the secret blockade of the four-color soul master.
"Since he is here today, let's stay here. The so-called time path should be completely cut off and dissipated in the long river of time." The four-color soul master's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he walked towards the big world step by step.
As the old man forced me over, the energy of my Dao Xing Soul Light continued to expand, becoming a little weaker than before.
Especially after countless years of experiencing this tragic battle between the heavens, all the living beings in the Soul River have seen the horror of the master of the way of time, this majestic figure of the emperor, this little bell on his head, arbitrary.
The unparalleled combat power of the few peak giants in Soul River was too weak, and it was precisely for this reason that in the most brutal battle with Bai An in the past year.
"The aura of soul light in this old man's body contains the origin of the treasure of time. Am I... the founder of this volume of broken time scriptures!?" Among the camps of the weak in the world, the burly and domineering figure of Madman Wu stood tall.
At the end, my purple pupils shone brightly, staring closely at the figure of the old man in the battlefield on the seventh side, and my fists were clenched tightly by consciousness.
That also touched Madman Wu's heart a little, and his fighting spirit was low. As a post-historical mythical figure, he was revered as the enemy Martial Emperor by the world. Today, he is fighting against the ancient white and dark forces such as Soul River and reaching the end of Soul River. Madman Wu
He is also extremely crazy, eager to find these legendary weak existences and have a bloody battle to hone himself.
In the end, the Soul River, the Ancient Underworld, the Tomb of the Emperor of Heaven, and other ancient places were completely suppressed before paying a huge price. All the factors that caused trouble and chaos were completely suppressed, along with this unparalleled statue with a small bell on its head and its back to all living beings.
The emperor's shadow, the emperor's blood stained the heavens, and he fell sadly!
From under the old man, I felt a familiar yet profound strange aura. It was of the same origin as the time magic I practiced, but it was obviously much weaker than my attainments under the Time Path.
But at this moment, I have the heart of the Martial Emperor to fight against the heaven and the earth, but I have no scruples at all. The more I fight, the weaker I get. Feeding war with war is the Martial Emperor's method to make breakthroughs and promotions.
At least it made Si Daoyi's old man skin feel a little relieved. If so, I'm afraid it wouldn't be too difficult for my old man skin to face the Peacock Soul Mother and the Four Color Soul Master at the same time.
"Could it be that he is also the inheritor of a certain Heavenly Emperor's tradition in this legend!?" Facing the big old man who suddenly jumped out, the four-color soul master and the peacock soul mother were both shocked. The Time Trail has been the most important since ancient times.
It is so profound and mysterious that even those who have reached our level of cultivation are extremely afraid of it.
Nawu Madman can also be regarded as the next talent that can be created. Compared with the original plot, if he can be cultivated and guided by himself, his achievements and Taoist strength will definitely be slightly improved, far more than before, and he can be regarded as a contemporary of the Holy Ruins Era.
"Senior" is one of the top weaklings!
"Hmph, a mere idle cloud and wild crane dares to jump out and make an enemy of my soul river. You see, this old guy is getting tired of living."
But the appearance of the big old man in front of him, with his peak secret technique of Time Path, faintly made the Peacock Soul Mother, the Four-Colored Soul Master and others lose any peace of mind.
"That's the legendary power of time. How could that old guy get such a broken and weak inheritance of time?"
Boom boom boom! Since then, in the depths of the Soul River, in the eight battlefields, another terrifying battlefield has once again opened up. The four-color soul master faced off against the white-robed old man. As soon as they fought, an unparalleled fight broke out.
A brutal little battle.
"Haha, your big old man is just a wandering cloud and a crane. He is not the inheritance of the Emperor of Heaven as you imagined. But today, standing in the camp of the heavens and the small world, I am afraid that I will have to take action myself and do my best."
Although the figure of the old man in white robe looked strong, and there was no aura of top-notch weaklings surrounding him, my appearance slightly changed the situation on the battlefield.
Jiang Yan, who was secretly observing the situation on the battlefield behind him, noticed the subtle changes under Madman Wu and nodded secretly.
At this time, if he had not been concerned about the two leading figures at the rear of his camp, Jiang Yan, Yaoyao, etc., Madman Wu would have retreated long ago. Even though my Taoist background is still relatively shallow, there are still Fa Zheng and Si Color Soul.
Lord, peacock soul mother and so on.
The end of the Soul River undergoes extreme changes, and even summons these legendary dharma words, which are the lowest living beings that can be described!