The next moment, the two objects flew into the void together, shining against each other.

The eight-color brilliance was extremely strong.

At the same time, the sand that was originally counting down in the eight-color hourglass also stopped and no longer flowed back.

The countdown of one hour almost took up 99%, but it finally caught up.

The entire newly opened cave was now submerged in the eight-color brilliance!

But Ye Wuque could still clearly see the changes in the eight-color hourglass and the eight-color battle platform.

With a click, the eight-color hourglass actually shattered!

The eight-color sand inside it was like a little star powder floating in the void, shining brightly, as if it contained an extremely rich mysterious power.

And here on the eight-color battle platform, there was also an ancient and rich fluctuation of space power!

Under the flashing eyes of Ye Wuque and the little fat man, the eight-color sand floating in the void began to fall towards the eight-color battle platform as if it had a spirit.

The eight-color battle platform was instantly as if it was infiltrated by endless mysterious power!

Ye Wuque's eyes flashed.

"The eight-colored hourglass represents the power of time."

"The eight-colored battle platform has the power of space."

"Right now, the two are fused together, which means that time and space are fused and temporarily condensed into the real power of time and space!"

As time passed, the eight-colored sand had completely merged with the eight-colored battle platform!

The eight-colored battle platform immediately began to wriggle mysteriously, as if it was thinking about something to change.

Ye Wuque watched closely. At

the same time!

In the void about hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from here, an old figure was coming at a high speed like a divine arrow, with a gloomy and murderous look on his face!

"Who is it?"

"He was able to hide from this old ancestor's perception and snatch the 'Eight-Colored Battle Platform' from Jianming silently!"

"Could it be the external aid of Qinglin Sect?"

"No! Impossible. Hundreds of years of careful planning, how could I not know all the details of the entire Qinglin Sect? This old ancestor is one of the supreme worshipers of Qinglin Sect."

"Qinglin Sect cannot have any extra cards!"

"Then..."

"It can only be that a strong man who happened to pass by happened to see Jianming get the Eight-Colored Battle Platform, and then he became greedy and took it away with the help of the chaos!" "

It seems that this is the only reasonable explanation!"

When the old man thought of this, a bloody and cruel look surged in his old eyes.

"You are so bold! You dared to steal the treasure of this ancestor!"

"Not only that, you are also an idiot! After stealing it, you didn't flee as far as possible, but chose to hide in a place and stopped."

"You are attracted by the power and mystery of the space treasure! You can't wait to refine it and then completely control it?"

"You are looking for death!"

"When this ancestor finds you, I will make you wish you were dead! I will extract your soul and torture you for a thousand years!"

The old man showed a cruel and bloodthirsty sneer.

"It's right there!"

"Almost there!"

The old man's divine light was boiling, and his speed was faster. Soon, a rolling hidden mountain range appeared in front of him.

"Feel it!"

The old man's eyes were like a hawk, staring at the halfway point of the most secret mountain, and the whole person swooped over in an instant!

He was locking onto the new cave opened up by Ye Wuque!

The eight-colored battle platform left the soul mark left by this old man, in order to prevent such a situation from happening.

At this moment!

The old man was only less than ten kilometers away from Ye Wuque.

In the cave.

Ye Wuque's eyes were still fixed on the eight-colored light balls that were still merging in the void in front of him, as if he didn't feel anything.

Whoosh!

After just a few breaths, the old man's figure stopped in front of a hillside, silently, without even a trace of fluctuation, completely restrained.

The old man looked at the seemingly intact hillside wall close at hand, and his vicissitudes of life revealed a touch of ruthlessness!

The soul imprint told him that the eight-colored battle stage was only ten feet away from him at this moment, in the cave inside!

The cruel murderous intent in the old man's eyes surged, but it did not explode immediately, but quietly raised his hand. He had many vicious secrets, and he wanted to let the villains who dared to steal his treasure taste slowly and taste the bitterness!

But just when the old man raised his hand...

"If you turn around and leave now, you can still live."

An indifferent voice sounded silently in the old man's ears, coming from the cave in the mountain!

The old man's body trembled violently, and a look of shock surged in his eyes!

He didn't expect that he had been exposed?

How is this possible? ?

But immediately, the old man's eyes surged with more fierce murderous intent and murderous spirit!

What if he was discovered? ?

Then go to hell!!

The old man's whole body suddenly burst out with boiling divine power, and the fluctuations of the Qianshen level began to shine. The terrifying killing magic burst out, and it was about to destroy the entire mountain directly!

But the next moment!

The old man's vicissitudes of life suddenly blurred, and he seemed to see a palm that was lightly pressed out from the mountain, and it quickly grew larger in his eyes!

Snap! !

An old bloody head flew high!

The rest of the body was shattered into pieces and turned into ashes.

The flying head returned ten times faster than when it came and disappeared in an instant

.

Ye Wuque slowly retracted his right hand.

During the whole process, he did not even look back, his eyes were always fixed on the eight-colored light ball squirming in the void.

How could a trace of soul imprint on the eight-colored battle platform be hidden from his eyes?

Ye Wuque noticed it as early as the moment he entered the eight-colored battle platform.

Why didn't he erase it but wait until now?

It was to confirm whether there was any other unpredictable cause and effect on the eight-colored battle platform.

Now it seems that it was just the so-called ancestor called by the young man who took the eight-colored battle platform from him...

Little Karami.

"Brother, the fusion of the two things has taken shape! Oh my god, isn't this that..." The little fat man couldn't help but speak at this time, his big eyes were already wide.

At this time, Ye Wuque had also seen it clearly!

The fusion of the eight-colored hourglass and the eight-colored battle platform was an extremely familiar, not unfamiliar...

an eight-colored altar!!

At the same time.

Qinglin Sect.

The killing was still shocking, and the crazy bloody battle was still continuing.

The young noble man who lost the Eight-Colored Battle Platform was hiding in a place at this time, gritting his teeth and looking at the void, his eyes full of pleasure and resentment.

"Hey! The ancestor has gone!"

"No matter who you are! When the ancestor captures you, I will definitely kill you!! Make you beg me to kill you!!"

The young noble man's face was full of madness, and he seemed to be unable to wait.

Swish!

Suddenly, above the void, a black dot flew quickly, and the target was directly aimed at the young noble man!

The man's eyes suddenly lit up!

"Is it the ancestor?"

"As expected of the ancestor, you got it done so quickly! Hahahaha!"

He rushed out excitedly and stretched out his hands to catch it.

The next moment!

The black dot enlarged and smashed into the arms of the young noble man. The impact brought by the huge force blasted the man out and smashed him against a wall.

He was stunned! He

felt that the ancestor did not control the strength well.

After subconsciously stabilizing his body and sitting down, he found that something was wrong!

Why are my hands wet and sticky? ?

And there was a strong smell of blood? ?

When the young noble man saw clearly that he was holding a bloody head in his hands, his pupils shrank immediately!

But when he trembled and turned his head, revealing a face that was still open, full of fear and confusion, but extremely familiar, he was struck by lightning and let out an infinitely terrified and trembling roar!

"Old, ancestor?"

"No! No!! This is impossible!"

The next moment, the young noble man was furious, his eyes turned black, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He was directly and cleanly scared to death. The bloody head of the ancestor in his hand rolled down and rolled to his head. The pair of eyes that were still open seemed to have been staring at the man who had fainted, which was extremely terrifying.