Cultivation In Troubled Times

Before the final stability of time and space or law, people naturally can not enter it, because no one knows what will happen after entering. At the very least, we need to make some investigation before we can take action. Obviously, the current energy disorder, violent fluctuations, is not the best time to explore.

So they have to wait.

"How long will this process last?" Purple tough frown asks a way.

"It should be soon." Wang Feng smiles confidently, "the space of the dark field is countless times larger than the space of the three realms in front of us. Relatively speaking, the space-time or law of the dark field is also countless times larger. It will only be faster and faster if we control the small by the large and force the weak..."

"But I don't know how the space-time or rules of the three realms are assimilated by the dark field..." Wang Feng's eyes flashed. "After all, this space is done by the three Taoist Masters themselves. Even though it has passed countless times, it's an unintentional move, but the spirit mark is still there, and there are remnants of Taoism. No one knows the specific results before trying it in person..."

"Hoo..." the fierce wind, roaring and rolling, passed by the people's ears. It sounded like a strange sound.

All kinds of invisible forces or energy surge from all sides of the dark field, and then rush into the vast cracks, such as the rising tide of the sea, and pour back into the rivers.

When people looked up, they saw layers of hazy fog, dense and inextricable, filling the small space in front of them. Although it was like smoke and fog, it was extremely swift and violent, just like the heavy sword light and sword Qi. It was very fierce.

This scene, to the public feeling, is extremely spectacular and strange. Even though they have practiced for countless years, this phenomenon has not been seen. It's like a dream, and it appears in front of us.

Wang Feng's heart moved, secretly running mind, a small black spot just like a grain of dust shot from the front, ran down, disappeared into the body. It was the half grain of qianjiyin that he left behind when he left the passage.

Although tianbaozhu is powerful, it can't be traced. It's not an ordinary thing. It was lifted to the depth of Taixu by the violent explosive force. At this time, it was called back, and Wang Feng confirmed one thing, that is, the space of the three boundaries of the wingspan, and its time and space or rules have been assimilated by the dark field.

"We can call the people together..." Wang Feng said faintly.

"Well, how can we not pay off such blood debts?" The Lord shakes his teeth and his eyes twinkle with anger.

The three saints chanted in unison, covered the whole dark area in an instant, and heard from countless monks under their opponents.

With the rapid flight of smoke in the three dimensions of the wingspan gradually fading, and the energy of the element force passing by gradually becomes stable and weak, the assimilation process of the space-time laws of the two different spaces is coming to an end.

The seven people's mind force is released again, and they are sweeping forward. All kinds of rules at this time in the three realms of space can be understood in an instant.

"Well, it still has a restraining effect on cultivation, but it's not big... The space barrier around the three realms of space is thicker and more indestructible... The stability of its space has also been greatly improved..." Wang Feng made a sweeping exploration, and all kinds of situations were clear.

A moment later, a wave of space came. After receiving the sound, the strong of the dark field had arrived, and countless monks were on their way to leave and come here.

"Let's take the lead first." Wang Feng looks back and smiles, then steps forward. The six saints followed and disappeared. At this time, the virtual shadow flickered, Jinghuang, chenlie, and all the ancient strongmen of the Sansheng Kingdom appeared before the crack, and only one meal flashed into the crack.

Soon after the crowd entered, the dense streamer from the deep and secluded Taixu quickly swept to the crack, and then continued to enter the crack. After that, countless monks continued to come, pouring in like a tide.

After the connection between the wingspan space and the dark space, the different time and space of the two spaces blend and the rules collide. In the end, the dark space wins by quantity and takes the absolute advantage, assimilating the time and space full of the wingspan space and the rules.

At this time, although there are still residual rules in the space of the three realms of wingspan, it still has a certain inhibition on cultivation, but it has little influence, which is enough to make the strong one of the cultivation of divine realm wander like the wind and come and go freely.

When countless monks from all walks of life swarmed in from the crack, they immediately joined the almost one-sided massacre.

In this unique space, one of the three interfaces originally inhabits a vein of the wingspan holy world, with about millions of people. But because of the limitation of the law, these millions of people, without exception, are ordinary people with low accomplishments and even don't know how to practice.

When Wang Feng's seven people entered the wingspan three realms space, they found out the strong one from the dark realm. Without saying a word, the seven of them shook their bodies and went straight away. As for those ordinary people, the seven neither bear to start, nor disdain to start.

As early as the moment when Tianbao bead smashed the passage, Qingyi and others knew that the big thing was not good; When the big cracks in the space are torn open, and the energy elements such as the law of time and space of the two spaces collide or blend with each other, Qingyi has to take the empress, son, daughter and three ancient elders to escape into the real holy road.

The remaining 20 strong people in the ancient environment, after staying, try to delay time, so that Qingyi and others can escape further. In the three interfaces, the wingspan pulse of millions is abandoned forever by Qingyi.

How can Wang Feng and the six sages compete with each other? Even if it's self explosion, it won't have any effect on seven people. Therefore, after more than ten people were killed, the remaining people immediately surrendered and were arrested;

At this time, the three interfaces have been occupied by countless monks in the dark. Out of great hatred for the holy world of wingspan and Qingyi, these friars, full of surging and uncontrollable anger, started a one-sided massacre without any suspense or resistance.

By the time Wang Feng and others were stopped, there were no more than a hundred of millions of people with a single pulse. Only tens of thousands of people were left, most of them women and children. Although the monks were crazy, they didn't lose their reason. After all, there was a man's conscience in their heart.

For a long time, due to the limitation of the law, the three interfaces in this unique space were all ordinary people. There are one or two amazing talents, whose accomplishments are just innate. As a backup candidate for the son and daughter, it is rare. Most of them are old.

These people live and multiply here, live, grow old, die and die. Or because of the uniqueness of this space, its population has always maintained a balance, that is to say, the birth rate and mortality rate are at a level.

Because there is no light boundary, the light source of these three interfaces is produced by a kind of luminous plant growing in them. This plant is light green, like a long vine, and grows in a wide range, accounting for about one third of the area of each interface.

"Apart from a few pieces left by his ancestors, all of them are imitated..." Lord Zhenhui received the message, mastered some information and said to Wang Feng.

"The material of these imitated Qingtian runes is qingguangteng, the luminous rattan here. It seems that this kind of green light vine is planted in the dark realm. No wonder there are as many as 100 talismans... "

Wang Feng, holding a piece of green light vine in his hand, swept it carefully. He couldn't help but "eh", because he had found that there was a kind of subtle and strange energy fluctuation in the vine;

Without saying a word, his forehead and heart opened wide, and his eyes were shining with golden light. Under the double eyes of the abyss, the green light vine in his hand was very delicate. Every member of it was clearly seen by Wang Feng.

"The sky light?" Under God's eyes, Wang Feng only felt a dazzling light, full of the green light vine in his hand“ The so-called cyan color is just an illusion. It's the natural Qi of green wood... "

Wang Feng was in a state of consternation. He seems to have guessed the true ownership of the wingspan.