Fantasy: Me! Start With The Pavilion Of Celestial Secrets

Chapter 62 Battle, turn back time!

"It's too big, Zhuge Suan, do you have any idea, this Saint Lord's peerless condition, I don't know how many Little Sisters are thinking about it, are you going to perish here today?"

In the beginning, Saint Lord's complexion gradually became ugly.

The eighteen holy emperors, among whom there are quite a few acquaintances, have lost news of them one after another recently. They thought they were practicing Closed Door Training, but it turned out that their minds had been controlled by the Half step Great Emperor who practiced the spider silk evil art.

Although the Cultivation Base dropped drastically after being controlled by the mind, without the original wisdom and agility, he is still an iron eighteen Saint Emperor. Just standing in the void, the aura emitted makes the air viscous, and the entire void turns into a single piece of iron , any space Supernatural Power, Void Teleportation can no longer be used.

"No, no, how long can it last?"

Zhuge Suan smiled and said, he is still calm in front of the enemy.

He has arranged for the Holy Emperor of the Divine Dynasty to escape from this place, go to the Pavilion of Celestial Secrets to seek help from the Lord of the Pavilion of Celestial Secrets, and buy a way to break the situation.

"It's a pity that the jade tube for messaging is useless, otherwise we can wake up the elders in the clan and ask them to come to the rescue."

Ye Long, the patriarch of the Ye clan, said in a deep voice.

In the Ye clan, every old man is the trump card of the clan. They once attacked the Great Emperor. Although they failed without exception, they also have the strength to rival the half step Great Emperor.

"You don't need to call, I will go to various places myself, find them out and devour them all."

Fatty Road shrouded in red light.

He can devour eighteen Saint Emperors at any time, and the Cultivation Base is really catching up to the Great Emperor, only one line away.

Although there are some problems in this world and he cannot achieve enlightenment smoothly, but after swallowing the essence, the Cultivation Base can be called an invincible existence after reaching the pseudo Great Emperor. At that time, who else can stop him in the entire Guiyuan Realm?

"Do it."

He ordered, and the eight eyeballs were full of cat-and-mouse banter.

Seven powerful blood eaters, plus the existing eighteen, are enough, and there is absolutely no problem in becoming a false emperor!

Eighteenth Saint Emperor's eyes suddenly lit up with red light. Their faces were ferocious, their fangs were exposed, and their bodies were clanging, stretching out a series of bright red chains of gods. They had lost their original gods, and now they have chains of gods Among them, there is only one attribute, which is devour!

"call……"

The wind blows out of thin air, and in the blood-colored world, eighteen black holes seem to appear, devouring Spiritual Qi and devouring everything.

Except for Zhuge Suan, the other six people were greatly affected, their bodies creaked and remembered, as if they were being crushed, and the ubiquitous devouring force pulled their bodies, trying to tear them apart.

The Sacred Land Elder, who only had his soul left, was the most miserable. He let out a mournful cry, and his soul turned into a hazy light, split into countless strands in an instant, and was taken away by eighteen black holes.

"Holy Light Receives!"

In the beginning, the Saint Lord made a move, shooting a bright golden light, shining on the largest strand, and leading it away.

A villain appeared in the palm of the Saint Lord in the beginning, it was the soul who lost his body.

"Saint Lord, I'm sorry for you!"

The god-soul villain knelt down and wept bitterly.

Seventy percent of his energy was taken away, and his Cultivation Base almost fell to Saint King Apex. If this crisis can be overcome, it will take countless years to recuperate.

"It's okay, I don't believe it, Zhuge Suan, who cherishes his life like gold, really has no way to crack it. He turned back after only facing six Saint Emperors. He must have resisted the pressure with us and persisted until the turning point came."

In the beginning said the Saint Lord.

His figure was unstable for a while, and all of his strength was instantly wiped away by the domineering devouring force, and his body, which was as bright as the sun, dimmed by three points in an instant.

"Saint Lord..."

"No need to say much, take good care of your wounds, this seat will take you back."

A bloody world, eighteen black holes devouring the world, and a half step Great Emperor who has not yet made a move.

The situation is more urgent than ever.

Except for Zhuge Suan who was a little calmer, everyone else was struggling.

Their bodies are gradually becoming dim, and a large piece of divine brilliance is stripped from their bodies. This is their Cultivation Base, the Spirit Power they have accumulated over the years, as well as their personal spirit and soul power, are being continuously swallowed.

The eighteen black holes are getting bigger and bigger, the blood on Fatty's body is getting thicker and thicker, his face is full of satisfaction, the emperor's power overflows from him, and the fat belly is gradually bulging, which is shocking, as if it is about to explode at any time , drilled some kind of mysterious creature.

"I can't stand it anymore! Zhuge Suan, think of a way!"

Ye Long, the patriarch of the Ye clan, and the forty-ninth generation Sect Leader of the Tibetan Sword Sect shouted that they majored in strength together, and the Shenze chain had no power to resist this evil devouring power at all. More than 50% of Qishen has been swallowed up, if this continues, he will be sucked dry!

"Every time you encounter a problem, you know to call me."

"After this matter is over, remember to bring ten or eight holy emperor items to my Eastern Earth Divine Dynasty and reimburse the expenses."

Zhuge Suan said lightly.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Sure enough, the Holy Emperor who escaped from the Divine Dynasty went to the Pavilion of Celestial Secrets to buy a way to break the game.

Just hold on until reinforcements arrive and they'll be saved!

Although I can't think of any means that the pavilion master senior can use to get them out of trouble, he will never take the initiative himself. With the detached status of the Pavilion of Celestial Secrets, it seems that he will not take the initiative to take the initiative unless he provokes him.

Moreover, the old immortals behind the major forces are all near the end of their lives. Although they have the power of half emperors, will they really use up their lifespan to save their juniors?

"The pavilion master senior must have other methods."

Everyone held their breath in their hearts, waiting for the turning point to beat up this dead Fatty and turn him into a spider!

"The present will eventually pass, and the future will also become the past. Dust matters are like the wind, and the past returns!"

Zhuge Suan's sleeves fluttered, and an inexplicable power surged from his body. He briefly held the power of devouring, and the gods chained across the sky, and played a world-shocking magic spell!

"Om..."

With him as the center, the wonderful fluctuations flooded in all directions, rolling away, covering the whole world in an instant.

Everything goes backwards.

The black hole in the sky disappeared, and eleven of the eighteen Saint Emperors suddenly disappeared.

Fatty, shrouded in blood, suddenly turned into a big spider, appearing in the center of Shiwanda Mountain.

Daoist divine brilliance returned from the void and poured into the palm of the Saint Lord in the beginning, and a Daoist figure stepped out without any injuries.

It was the Holy Emperor of the Sacred Land in the beginning!

Everyone's injuries disappeared, and they returned to the state before the battle.

The sky was bright and the air was clear, the bloody world disappeared, and the seven strange holy emperors surrounded everyone in the direction of the seven-star formation.

"What... what's going on?"

Ye Long, the patriarch of the Ye Clan, touched his own muscles. If he remembered correctly, he had already lost dozens of catties from the suction just now. How did he recover now?

"The power of time!"

In the early days, the eyes of the Saint Lord were full of splendor.

"Zhuge Suan, what kind of divine art is this, it made you realize it!"

The forty-ninth generation Sect Leader of Tibetan Sword Sect steps on the divine sword, fluttering like a fairy.

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