My Salvation Game Comes True

Chapter 547 No history!

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Behind Fang You, two huge light wheels appeared, embedded with gemstones one after another, symbolizing the source of power.

In the inner circle, the authority of time, the authority of thunder, the authority of fate, the authority of space, the authority of light, the authority of wood, etc., a total of more than ten kinds of root authority appear in sequence.

In the outer circle, there are also more than a dozen complete ordinary powers such as the power of destruction, the power of circulation, the power of the four seasons, the power of growth, etc.

Fang You stared at the power of thunder, as if he had grasped all the power related to thunder in the entire universe.

"The third tide of disaster has come for four years."

"And I finally cultivated the authority of Thunder to 49.9%."

Authority power, 0.1%, 1%, 10%, 50%, 99.9%, each has a big bottleneck.It is very difficult to hold even 0.01% more power in the early stage, but it will be much easier to increase after you have enough power and power.

However, in just 'three or four years', he has cultivated the power of thunder to 49.9%, somewhat beyond his expectations.

He hardly encountered a bottleneck in the whole process, and it went extremely smoothly, as if it was not the first time he practiced the authority of thunder.

It's completely different from the situation where the next month's master is practicing, 0.1% can get stuck to death.

Until, Fang You got stuck at the bottleneck of 49.999%, this card is...

"Three years and three years!"

"I have been cultivating in the Secret Realm of Time and Time for nine years, but I still can't overcome this difficulty!"

There is not much time left in front of him, Fang You is more or less anxious.He knew it was useless to be anxious, he could maintain peace of mind, but he still wanted to go faster, and faster.

Unfortunately, he won't be there anytime soon.

Fang You kind of understood why the ancients such as the Moon Lord and the Star Lord had often lay flat for tens of thousands of years-no one could bear to be unable to make progress after practicing for tens of hundreds of years.

"If the root of the tenth realm is divided into smaller levels, the newcomer is one, the ghost-faced shark is two, the mother of nature is three, the lord of billions of brilliance is four, and the previous moon master is five, then, now I'm probably at level eight, and the full level is level ten."

Of course, the full level is only the full level of the power of thunder.

The power possessed by a full-level series is not enough to fight against evil gods.

He needs to wield more power.

……

Strange world, outside the walls of the oasis, a completely dead oasis.

The thin figure walked here, walking among countless huge and ferocious monsters. These monsters were unaware, as if in the eyes of the monsters, this slender and weak human girl was their own kind. .

No, she is their superior. When An Jianyou showed her figure, the treachery formed by the condensed force of filth completely produced a feeling of fear.

Because of her filthy power, above the evil!

An Jianyou's own pollution level is zero, but in her faint blue eyes, there is an incomparably majestic world, in which gray mist drifts and is as turbulent as a river and sea.

"Core Skill: Nether Messenger (Red·Three Stars)"

With her own strength, she pushed the skill of "Ghost of the Nether" from the legendary level to the level of the gods and demons, creating a path for skill upgrades.Over the past few years, with the help of her mentor and her own struggle, she has pushed this skill to a very advanced level.

Perhaps, the promotion will not be too far away!

With just one look from her, she can imprint a brand on the body of a high-ranking and treacherous figure and enslave him.

The nether world in her body cannot be huge, it is constantly absorbing the gray mist and filth from the outside world, and is giving birth to evil spirits in the nether world.

"Hu~hu~!"

With An Jianyou as the center, the area within hundreds of kilometers seemed to be as black as lacquer, without a ray of brilliance.

From the dark and gloomy land, an invisible attraction spread out.

In an instant, the surrounding gray mist seemed to be drawn by something, continuously pouring into the netherworld.

In the blink of an eye, the gray fog in the surrounding tens of thousands of miles thinned out visibly with the naked eye.

An attack from a high-level realm can temporarily remove the gray fog, but the essence of the gray fog is mysterious and filthy, they always exist, and the total amount will not decrease.

The high-level attack is just like combing the middle points, pushing away the gray fog for a short time.

An Jianyou's absorption actually reduced the total amount of gray fog.

"Roar!"

In the entire Great Territory, the sea of ​​gray mist surged violently, as if a living monster was roaring and roaring.

There are high-ranking ghosts one after another, gushing out of the fog, and billions of ghosts around are also rushing towards An Jianyou, as if she has committed some big taboo.

boom--

In the next moment, several giant palms with a length of [-] meters stretched out from the nether world, grabbed that high-ranking figure and smashed it to pieces on the spot.

The rest of the evil spirits were devoured the moment they stepped into the Netherland within a range of hundreds of miles, and there were no bones left.

With An Jianyou's current power, as long as she doesn't step into the world of delusion, she can almost run amok. Even if she is ambushed by the evil god camp, she can still rely on the ability of the Nether Eye to leave easily.

However, she still frowned slightly.

She can ignore the evil, servants of the evil gods and favored ones, as long as she is careful, it is not difficult to deal with, but the alarm bells are still ringing in her heart, a big crisis is coming!

That is the gray mist of 'gradually coming to life'!

Intuition told her that this cannot be resisted forcefully, the essence of the gray mist is inextricably linked with the evil god.

"Xiaohong, Xiaobai, let's go."

An Jianyou recalled two treacherous babies who stood silently around to protect her safety. Her thin body sank into the horribly dark Netherland. Immediately afterwards, the entire pitch-black land retracted and disappeared.

After a while, An Jianyou appeared in another place outside the Great Territory.

She looked into the distance, and the scenes of more than a dozen large domains were reflected in her faint eyes.

She frowned again.

The gray mist was still churning violently, and the great terror in it was like a huge wave, spreading and chasing towards her.

She didn't dare to go back to the city wall of the oasis, for fear that the huge waves would damage the city wall, so she could only keep walking through the big domain and the inter-domain until she ran out of the strange world and stood in the depths of the starry sky, finally getting rid of this great terror of the lock.

But when An Jianyou returned to the strange world and chose a large area to absorb the gray fog, he was soon locked by the great terror.

She couldn't absorb much gray mist, so she had to retreat.

One month, two months, three months...

"No, this is too inefficient, and it is impossible to break through the limit of skills before the catastrophe strikes."

"Do you want to go back and practice authority?"

An Jianyou shook his head again.

Her comprehension is at the top of the crowd, and she is not slow to understand the laws, but under her own combat system, the laws and authority do not have that great influence on combat power.

If she wants to climb to the top, she must have more authority. This is the right way and the only way to the end.

But it's not that there is no time!

The current self needs more combat power, even if it is a demonic way, even if...it becomes very scary to merge with the evil, she, she will not back down.

Only by mastering stronger power can she help her mentor and fight against the catastrophe.

And absorbing the gray mist is not enough!

An Jianyou stood on the dead, desolate land, lowered his head, stared at his toes, and made a decision.

"Since absorbing the gray mist is too slow, then... let's swallow the entire Great Domain."

"This great domain is completely dead and silent, full of evil, filthy things, and sources of disaster. If it can be swallowed up, it will be enough to help the Netherworld to advance."

"However, I can't swallow it bit by bit, I must... must swallow it all at once!"

She clenched her fists slowly.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and with every breath, An Jianyou's eyes closed for a while and then slowly opened.

The blackness like lacquer and ink began to spread again.

This time, the spread has not stopped hundreds of miles away, and continues to spread outward.

Thousands of miles, tens of thousands of miles, tens of thousands of miles.

An Jianyou's Nether World is almost this big, and this is only an insignificant corner of a large domain.

not enough.

If the little shrimp wants to swallow the big shark, he must have enough patience and will.

The nether world is still spreading, but the speed is gradually slowing down.

In the center of the pitch-black earth, the black-haired girl sat down with her legs curled up, her eyes closed, and all her strength was used to spread the nether world. Beside her, several red and white ghosts guarded her, In a vast, uninhabited area full of treachery and evil.

……

On the banks of the vast, endlessly flowing river of time, a figure walked.

He was dressed in black, wearing a black mask, exuding a cold aura all over his body.

"A place of time that connects the present, the past, and the future."

"Countless heroes."

Downward, there are countless branches, and with his current power of time authority, he still can't see clearly.

Upwards, there is only one source, but there is an overwhelming pressure, which is suffocating.

Heidao's complexion did not change, and against the oncoming pressure, he raised his foot and fell slowly.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Slowly but resolutely he walked upstream.

He didn't step into the river of time, but just walked along the river bank, staring at the turbulent river without moving away for a moment.

"The first one."

The vast projection of the Immortal Legion emerged from the distant sky, with the black knife leaning against the Legion, gathering the power of all heroes to salvage a phantom from the edge of the river.

This is not a real resurrection.

Heidao didn't dare to step into the river of time, and how dare he tamper with the timeline and revive a certain figure in history.

The phantoms he salvaged are not even remnants of souls, but just the imprints left by some great figures in historical time and space.

The mark has no power, but in the Immortal Legion, the mark has infinite possibilities.

The imprint submerged into the Immortal Legion in the sky, and vaguely transformed into a figure, wearing a crown, exuding majesty in every gesture.

Heidao continued to go up the river, stopping and going, and sometimes salvaged one mark after another.

He also stopped from time to time, breathing lowly under the mask, but after a short rest, Heidao continued to move forward.

No, no rest.

Under the pressure of time, his body will be tired and stressed, and sometimes he needs to relax for a while, so Hei Dao will close his eyes to comprehend the law, or practice in his mind to simulate the formation of the army.

Of course, it is impossible to rest. There is no such word in Heidao's dictionary.

He tore it off.

For a moment, he continued to walk and salvage, repeating the same movements in this special place where there is no sunrise and sunset, like a puppet that is more than exhausted.

It was as if time had fallen into a cycle of reincarnation.

Only, the projection of the Immortal Legion hanging high in the sky is gradually filling up.

That is the strength gathered from the past, heroes from time to time.They will continue to leave their own legends in this era.

At the same time, Blue Star.

The great blue star revolves around the edge of the paradoxical world, spreading out the vast power of the world.

It is already the most dazzling world outside the Paradoxical World.

The vast world stretches like an endless wall, exuding a mighty power that makes even the ancients fear.

In the blue star, more and more cities were built, and traces of non-human beings could even be seen on some new continents.

A pair of eyes overlooking everything inside the Blue Star, gentle and relieved, but also curious, curious about everything.

He is everywhere.

He is great and ethereal.

The vast consciousness floated over the blue star, and finally gathered in front of Fang You and turned into a figure.

"The matter of Blue Star..."

"Oasis...the great will that sleeps in the paradoxical world..."

"Leave it to me~"

The figure disappeared with a bang, but it was still everywhere, like a cloud of air, a cat rubbed against his shoulder affectionately.

Fang You looked at Lanxing, then at An Jianyou, Heidao and others, and finally cast his gaze on the river of time.

"There is still a little time left, and it's time for me to do my thing."

He summoned the Time Pavilion, drove the flat boat, plunged into the vast river of time, and drove upstream rapidly.

woohoo-

woohoo-

In Hanoi of time, time has lost its meaning.

There is no sun, moon, spring and autumn here, and the surrounding scenery is unchanging waves.

It's just that as it continued to swim upstream, the already turbulent river became more and more turbulent, containing great murderous intentions, and it occasionally shook the Shiguang Pavilion.

He has entered and exited the river of time many times, traveled in multiple time and space nodes, and left behind ethereal legends.

He is very familiar with this place.

But not so familiar.

At least, he has never reached such an upstream position.

He never thought of finding the end of the river of time, he was not strong enough, he just wanted to go back and find the moment when the evil god descended.

There are many questions that can only be solved by seeing them with your own eyes.

He controls the Time Pavilion, shuttles firmly against the waves.

It seemed that he had been going against the current for hundreds, thousands, or ten thousand years, and before he knew it, his temples were slightly gray, full of the vicissitudes of time.

hum-

Fang You's expression shook.

The surging waves of time suddenly disappeared.

The river of time became strangely calm.

"No, no, not peace!"

He widened his eyes, staring at the distance, and there was an unstoppable wave in his heart.

The vast, great, and endless river of time is in front of his eyes...

broken!

The history farther away is still rolling, that is the real era of gods before the advent of evil gods.

And under his feet is the beginning of a strange world and a mysterious era after the advent of the evil god.

What about the middle?
What about that period of history that countless ancients couldn't tell clearly?

It turned out that there is no history!
(End of this chapter)