Chapter 477 The Son of God is in despair (five thousand)

Sizzle!

The speed of the Spear of Destruction was incredibly fast. It appeared and disappeared from time to time, as if it was leaping forward in mid-air. The light on the gun became brighter and brighter, like a meteor tearing through the sky.

At the same time, Ron still did not fight back.

It is not easy to break free from the lightning shackles on his body, but it takes some time to break these chains, and this time is enough for the Spear of Destruction to pierce his chest.

He frowned, gave up the idea of ​​destroying the lightning shackles, and crossed his two fingers with a snap.

“God said, Let there be light!”

The next moment, the sun rose where Ron was.

An unprecedentedly bright light burst out from Ron's body, and that light even completely obscured the Spear of Destruction thrown by Ashborn.

The underground palace, which was originally a little dark, suddenly became extremely bright.

The Spear of Destruction melted.

It merged into the dazzling light and disappeared, as if it had never existed.

The light finally faded. At the moment the light disappeared, the underground palace, which had been barely bright due to the light provided by the magic stone, suddenly became extremely dark. Even those legendary masters, even Ashburn, took a few seconds to adapt to the brightness in the underground palace.

Barumong, Holt and Balk were in even worse condition.

The dazzling light burned their eyes.

They even felt that their eyes were about to go blind, with scarlet liquid flowing from the corners of their eyes.

Finally, they raised their heads and looked up into the air, their breathing stagnated slightly...Where was Ron?

That's right, Ron is missing.

Ron, who was originally suspended in mid-air and entangled in lightning shackles, disappeared at some point.

No one knew where Ron had gone. They even felt that their thinking had become a little dull and stagnant. It seemed that their consciousness and body were all soaked in sticky mud. Every thought that emerged in their minds was stumbling.

It was a hard to describe feeling that they had never experienced before.

Ashburn's brows were furrowed even more. As a strong man in the realm of destruction, his feelings were clearer than others. He could clearly sense a faint, regular power.

What's even more terrifying is that this kind of rule power is spread throughout every corner of the underground palace. This is something he absolutely cannot do. What makes Ashborn most uncomfortable is that he doesn't even know what the rules are. He only knows that this kind of rule is affecting him all the time.

His heart tightened and he suddenly had a very bad feeling.

Danger.

The next moment, Ashburn's body suddenly flashed to the side.

Half of his shoulder and right arm had fallen from the sky. The cut was smooth. Perhaps the speed was too fast, and the blood vessels in Ashbern's body had not yet fully reacted. For a moment, he did not see the blood splattering everywhere.

Large-scale time delay.

It was not directed at Ashburn alone, but at the entire underground palace.

Although concentrating the power of time slowing down on Ashburn might have a better effect, it would also make Ashburn more aware of his own abnormalities. For a master of the Realm of Destruction, it would not be difficult to break free from this restraint by force.

However, if the ability to slow down time is spread out to cover the entire underground palace, then Ashbern's environment will be exactly the same as that of everyone else. In this case, it will not be easy for Ashbern to notice this abnormality. Perhaps it will only be a difference of one or two seconds, but that will be enough.

Ron's body appeared behind Ashburn.

When the light just shone, he had already turned into light, and wherever the light reached, Ron's footprints would be left.

Looking at the arm falling in mid-air, Ron shook his head slightly. What a pity. He originally wanted to cut off Ashburn's head, but he finally reacted at the last moment and avoided the fatal blow.

Although his arm was cut off, Ashburn's gaze did not waver at all, and he quickly raised his only remaining hand.

A space blockade has appeared around his body, completely isolating Ashburn from the surrounding space.

Almost at the same time, a tragic dragon roar suddenly exploded in the air.

The impact of the sound waves surged forward like a raging tsunami, and then hit the space blockade.

Under the impact of the sound waves, translucent glass-like barriers gradually emerged around Ashburn. The sound waves hit the glass, and the glass evolved from space could not fully bear such energy, and tiny cracks appeared on it.

Inside the glass cover, Ashburn's shoulder shook slightly, and large pieces of granulation tissue quickly grew along the broken arm. In a short time, an arm had grown back.

Although the Church of the Heart of Nature is not as good as the Church of the Goddess of Dawn in terms of healing, it is also quite good. It is not difficult for Ashburn to restore his arm.

Without hesitation, while the space blockade had not yet been broken, Ashburn quickly raised his right hand, and in his palm was a handful of seeds of some kind of plant.

The seeds are green and look like broad beans.

If you look closely, you can even see a simple human face pattern on each of these beans. These are the seeds of the sacred tree.

It is the fruit of the sacred tree that is the incarnation of the goddess of nature.

In the Church of Nature's Heart, the seeds of the sacred tree are the most valuable treasures and are rare.

Often only those who have made great contributions to the church are qualified to receive a gift.

The seeds of the sacred tree are usually taken care of by the Great Saint Mireya. Except for Mireya, Marcelino and Ashbern, other clergy, even the vice-pope and the archbishop, are not qualified to get close and can only watch from afar.

When the seeds of the sacred tree are about to mature, the defenses will become tighter, and even worshiping the sacred tree will not be allowed.

That's right. The exact production volume of the sacred tree seeds has always been a mystery. However, after thousands of years of publicity, all priests have almost reached a common understanding, that is, the sacred tree seeds are extremely rare.

But in fact, there are quite a few.

After all, such a big sacred tree...

That sacred tree is so big that even ten strong men holding hands cannot hug it. Its diameter is at least twenty meters.

It is hundreds or even thousands of meters high, with lush branches and leaves. When it blooms, the petals fall like snowflakes, covering the sky.

With so many flowers blooming, even if only one percent, even one thousandth, or one ten-thousandth can produce seeds, it is definitely not a small number. The reason why people artificially create the perception that the seeds of the sacred tree are scarce is just to make it easier to use the seeds of the sacred tree to rule the church.

After all, the seeds of the sacred tree have many uses.

Most basically, the seeds of the sacred tree can heal injuries... Of course, they must be specially refined to eliminate the activity of the seeds of the sacred tree. Otherwise, the seeds will germinate in the stomach and use the user's body as a host, absorbing their essence, blood, and energy to fuel their own growth.

The specially refined seeds of the sacred tree have a healing effect comparable to that of hymns and can bring the dead back to life.

Unfortunately, although the seeds of the sacred tree have healing powers, they have no detoxifying effect. Before, when he was in the Temple of Dusk, Ashbern had taken dozens of seeds of the sacred tree for healing. Although they failed to remove the toxins in his body, they kept Ashbern's life hanging on.

Secondly, the seeds of the sacred tree can also be used to assist in spiritual practice.

The energy contained in each seed of the sacred tree exceeds that of a hundred top-grade magic stones and is extremely rich.

Although there are some impurities in it, they are insignificant compared to the abundant energy.

The final effect was developed by Ashiburn. The seeds of the sacred tree can also be used as a punishment, allowing the seeds of the sacred tree to take root and sprout in the target's body. The pain and despair caused by this process are more exaggerated than any torture in the Dusk Continent.

Once, Ashborn used the seeds of the sacred tree to torture Apu.

And now, what he swallowed was the seed of the sacred tree which had been specially refined and could be used to assist in spiritual practice and absorb energy!

There were at least dozens of them in that handful, all stuffed into his mouth at once.

The seeds of the sacred tree contain extremely rich energy. Swallowing dozens of them at once is definitely something that only a madman can do.

Now Ashburn is a real madman. He just wants to kill Ron no matter what the cost.

As soon as the seed of the sacred tree entered his body, the energy contained in it began to be released immediately. Ashbern's body expanded rapidly. His skin, bones, and muscles were all forcibly stretched, turning him into a giant five or six meters tall, with a scarlet color all over his body.

The sound from his throat was like the roar of a prehistoric beast, and two balls of red flames burned in his huge eyeballs. His arms opened quickly, as if embracing the void in front of him.

Just behind Ashburn, layers of wings gradually emerged.

Ron frowned slightly, is this... angelic?

He had not really stepped into the realm of destruction, so he was not clear about what the scene before him meant, but Ron at least knew that angels were not easy to deal with, but there seemed to be something wrong with Ashburn's angelification.

The layers of wings that emerged behind him were not the snow-white of ordinary angels, nor the pitch-black of fallen angels, but were scarlet in color. That was not all, the feathers were not dense, and through the gaps between the feathers, one could even see the squirming flesh underneath.

Ashburn was an impatient person. Just like he couldn't wait to seek revenge on Ron after becoming a powerful warrior in the Realm of Destruction, he couldn't wait to turn his body into an angel now. Mysterious patterns appeared on his scarred skin, and dense silver threads appeared in the patterns, entwining around his open arms. Then, they evolved into silver electric snakes one after another. With crackling sounds, the electric snakes entangled together. As Ashburn's hands suddenly fell, dense arcs of electricity extended rapidly forward.

In an instant, the huge underground palace was completely shrouded in the thunderstorm, and the entire space turned into a brilliant sea of ​​thunder.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Ah! The main target of the Thunder Sea's attack was naturally Ron, but before Ron could react, a scream suddenly came from below.

It's a pity for those legendary masters, their strength is enough to dominate the world in other places, but it is not enough in this underground palace.

There were four legendary masters on the spot. They could not withstand the overwhelming thunder. Under the entanglement of dense and fragmented electric arcs, their bodies were blown into pieces. Their screams stopped abruptly. In the huge underground palace, only Barumong, Holt, Balk and Simmons were left to hold on.

But the situation is also quite delicate. Although they have held up the shield, every time an electric arc explodes on the shield, the energy in their bodies will quickly decrease by a large amount. When the energy is completely consumed, they will probably not be able to escape the fate of death.

This is completely an unprovoked disaster that has affected innocent people.

The aftermath of the battle between the powerful beings in the Realm of Destruction was enough to cause fatal damage to them.

Ding! An illusory bell sound suddenly spread from in front of Ron and echoed in the underground palace.

Right in front of Ron, a huge clock had appeared without him noticing. The clock dial seemed to have gone through thousands of years of wind and frost, and it was gray and mottled. The dividing lines of the twelve hours engraved on it had long since become blurred.

The dial is engraved with densely packed, indescribable symbols, but these symbols seem unable to withstand the erosion brought by the passage of time, and only a shallow layer remains.

I don't know what material the three pointers are made of, but their surfaces are already covered with rust. Perhaps it is because they are too old. The frequency of the pointers' rotation is also abnormally slow, and it is getting slower and slower.

Every time the second hand moves, it seems that a circle of ripples can spread out.

In the underground palace, the thunder that was originally spreading rapidly towards Ron would immediately stop when it came into contact with these ripples.

Obviously, this is also an ability to control time.

This is what Ron realized when he entered the Soul Ferry last time. The name of this move is also very simple, it is called Clock.

This is a deeper and more flexible manipulation of time, and it is also the first time that Ron has used this trick.

Ding! The second hand moved another notch.

The speed of the Sea of ​​Thunder became even slower.

It used to be as swift as a flash of light, but now it is as slow as a snail, and every inch of movement takes a long time.

It was clear that the front of the sea of ​​thunder was only a few meters away from Ron. If he continued at the original speed, the raging thunderstorm would instantly swallow Ron in less than half a breath.

But nowadays, this short distance of a few meters seems to take several months to cross.

In the end, as the hands on the clock stopped completely, the thunderstorm in front of Ron also stagnated, unable to move forward even a little bit.

It was obvious that the thunderstorm was overwhelming and could completely swallow Ron in an instant, but the short distance was like an insurmountable chasm. Ashburn's face looked extremely gloomy. He had never seen such a strange ability in his life.

Just as Ashburn was thinking about what method he should use to solve the problem in front of him, Ron smiled slightly, and with a snap, two fingers crossed in an instant.

With the snap of fingers, the hands on the clock started moving again.

However, the direction of movement this time was completely opposite to before. The pointer began to rotate counterclockwise, and the speed of rotation was much faster than before.

Ding, ding, ding…

As the sound of bells resounded in the underground palace, the sea of ​​thunder receded like the tide and flowed back upstream.

This scene was completely beyond Ashburn's expectations. His expression suddenly changed. He raised his hands, trying to use the power of space to cut off Ron's counterattack, but it was too late. Almost in the blink of an eye, the sea of ​​thunder had completely retreated in front of Ashburn, and then disappeared in Ashburn's palm as if it had never appeared.

That scene was like playing everything that had happened before in reverse.

Time goes backwards!

Even on the ground, four corpses that had been blown to pieces by the lightning from the Sea of ​​Thunder were put together again in a strange way.

The four legendary masters who came back to life all had strange expressions on their faces. They looked down at their bodies, not knowing whether to be shocked or terrified... Barumong and the others next to them looked as if they had seen a ghost, with goose bumps all over their bodies.

These four people were torn to pieces right in front of their eyes.

It had completely turned into meat paste, but now it has been pieced together again. How could there be such a terrifying power in the world?

They were horrified.

But, they at least saw one thing, that is, Ron's strength was far stronger than Yasheborn.

As for Ashburn, although he tried to fight back, as soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt a violent churning in his chest and abdomen, and a strong urge to nausea instantly surged through his body.

Then, the body that had expanded to four or five meters high, like a deflated ball, shrunk rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the surging power in the body was rapidly reduced.

The strong feeling of nausea became stronger and stronger. He could clearly feel that something was wriggling violently inside his stomach, going against the trend in his stomach and esophagus.

The stomach wall and esophagus are cut, causing a burning pain.

In less than two seconds, the stuff had risen to his throat. Finally, Ashburn couldn't bear it any longer. His mouth suddenly opened and a mouthful of sticky stuff spurted out.

Seeds of the sacred tree.

They are all seeds of the sacred tree.

No matter how much he had swallowed before, he now vomited it all out.

Seeing those dark green seeds, Ashborn felt horrified, and even a strong fear surged in his heart. He didn't understand why things turned out like this?

He had clearly entered the realm of destruction, but why was he still as weak as an ant in front of Ron? Could it be that he would never have the chance to kill Ron, take revenge, and take back Isabel in this lifetime?

No……

He is unwilling to accept this.

Ashburn's face twisted into a whirlpool shape, and he suddenly let out a piercing scream: "Barumong, Balk, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and kill Ron together..."

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