Three big suns and a sun that looks like a setting sun are hanging high in the sky, but the sky is covered with dark clouds. This is a scene that only appears in a dream.
Everyone saw a mark of lightning on the Divine Weapon Peak, but there was a mysterious aura surrounding it, and the figure of the hammer soldier was not damaged at all.
Yet everyone still held their breath, as everyone could see that this was just the beginning.
"Since it's a quasi-Dao weapon, what is Xiao Mo doing with it?"
Shangguan Wencang held his forehead with his hand. He should have felt at ease about taking the longevity pill last time.
Being the clan leader for Li Mo is like being in prison. I don’t know how many years of life I will lose.
Du Wufeng thought for a moment and shook his head: "There are indeed precedents of weapon masters and weapons going through disasters together and achieving the unity of man and weapon, but I always feel that it is not just for this reason..."
"I'm familiar with free meals, but what's the point of free robbery?"
Qian Bufan couldn't help but whisper.
Only the Zhennan King Zhong Qin stared at the extra fourth sun, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white:
"Your Majesty, time is running out..."
Woo——
Suddenly, strong winds and heat surged up, and the strong wind mixed with dark fire wailed down, like a whirlpool that scraped away flesh and bones, and the aura made people's skin tighten.
"Wind and Fire Tribulation!"
Shang Qinqing was the first to recognize this heavenly calamity.
Li Mo on the Divine Weapon Peak didn't even move. His body was surrounded by glazed light and he didn't waver at all in the howling wind.
After reaching the fourth realm, with the help of the Eight-Nine Profound Arts, the time that his Vajra Indestructibility could be maintained was no longer just a few breaths as before. This was enough to flatten the wind and fire on the mountain, leaving only noise for him.
Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts, indestructible like diamond!
The hammer, like him, will never wear out.
After being baptized by the Wind Demon, Hammer Bao shook twice, like a proud child.
The soldiers and their masters have some similarities in personality, so it is quite reasonable for Hammer Bao to fight with Wang Aoyi.
"besides? "
The elders of Qingyuan Sect who were still hesitating between the inner and outer scenes gathered their spirits and looked at the mighty power of nature seriously.
Inner scene is the process of using one’s own inner world to verify the external world.
Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all blessings from heaven, and for them, they are also rare spiritual practice experiences.
"My progress in Xuan Gong has improved a lot."
Li Mo was on high alert, when suddenly a long river emerged from the void. This river had no substance, and every wave of it was filled with antiquity and longevity. No one knew where it came from, and no one knew where it would go.
It seems that what is surging in it is not any kind of water, but time.
"There's no way to cheat."
Li Mo looked at himself and found that none of the things he had with him were of any use.
But after realizing what the calamity was testing him, he smiled carefreely, neither dodging nor avoiding, and let the illusory river of time wash over him.
Of course, this is not a real river of time, and it cannot really make time go forward or backward. It only targets the inner world connected to the hammer treasure, but its power is also terrifying.
In an instant, his blood began to decline, and his body, which was comparable to a mysterious soldier, became increasingly dim. A deep sense of despair enveloped him from all directions.
In the inner world, the stars are moving and the world is changing.
His inner scene began to dim along with him, like the rising sun turning into dusk, finally becoming like a candle in the wind.
"The fate of a quasi-Dao soldier is truly terrifying. It has nothing to do with his realm anymore."
Qin Yuzhi felt a dull pain in her head, as if she saw the scene when she touched the threshold of the eighth realm, and some dusty memories broke out.
She suddenly seemed to remember something and asked Shang Qinqing beside her: "Isn't Xiao Bing'er's inner state related to time? Maybe there will be a way. Why didn't she come?"
Shang Qinqing shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.
But she felt that there was a reason why Ying Bing was not here.
As the inner scene turned into a candle in the wind, Li Mohua suddenly realized that ordinary people might not be able to imagine the pain of having hair that was black in the morning and white in the evening, but he had already grown old in the Tianhuang Realm.
His expression remained unchanged and he showed no reluctance.
There is only a little ember left in the candle, but it is the last bit that can never be extinguished. Every time it is on the edge of disappearing, it will spark again, stubbornly illuminating the darkness.
The rekindled power becomes stronger and stronger each time, intensifying. It is not only enough to support the Eight-Nine Profound Art, but is even stronger than before!
Li Mo's white hair turned black, and his eyes were as bright as Chui Bao's, and never wavered.
Time passes, but you are still young!
"It should be over." Du Wufeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He went to look at the hammer, and when he thought about taking a closer look at it later, he couldn't help wiping the corner of his mouth.
Wind and fire cannot be extinguished, and time cannot be destroyed.
In the future, the word "准" in front of "准道兵" can be removed.
"Time cannot erase Li Mo's inner world?"
The others felt relieved, but became even more curious.
Time is like a knife. Many people in the Palm Profound Realm are unable to make further progress. In the end, they cannot withstand the test of time and cannot transcend.
The fourth realm, relying on just an inner scene....Why?
Others have already started to survive and congratulate him.
"Fortunately, I changed the second volume of Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts..."
But Li Mo felt like he was taking a step further and entering the second volume of the Eight-Nine Profound Art, but he never moved.
He looked at the four suns.
The sun felt familiar to him, like the Blood God, but it was not exactly the same.
Li Mo didn't know what was going on. The only thing he was sure of was...
It’s not over yet!
"Um?"
Everyone in the Qingyuan Sect also realized something was wrong.
They looked in the direction of the strange feeling and saw that the fourth sun was becoming more and more like a gaze, with majesty and terrifying rage in it.
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