This is not an ordinary trick, this is a large-scale trick with sophisticated formations that can really change the world!
The next moment the formation was activated, the small world suddenly fell into darkness.
The boundless darkness was like a monster with its mouth wide open, swallowing Mo Qianqiu and Jin Li in. Jin Li had already transformed into his original form, roaring and trying to rush out of this world, but after the light was suddenly taken away, he actually let out a terrified dragon roar, no longer noble and elegant, and his voice trembled like a timid child.
The spatial cracks in the small world gradually closed up, and when the world was completely closed up, a large blockade formation would be formed.
To break through such a large formation is as difficult as killing a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage.
A thousand years ago, Mo Qianqiu and Wu Xiaozi teamed up to tear open a small world, trapping Jin Li, a demon lord on the verge of reaching the Heavenly Rank, within it for a full 180 years. They altered the flow of time, transforming those 180 years into 180 million years. Coupled with a subtle shift in timing, the once-divine dragon was trapped in endless darkness for a full 180 million years.
Mo Qiu once said to Luo Jianqing: "Jin Li is afraid of the night!"
Anyone who is trapped in darkness for 180 million years will fear the night!
In the distance, the Demon Lord Xing Wei was watching this scene in astonishment. He was about to go up to stop it, but his hand suddenly stopped. By the time he flew forward again, it was absolutely impossible to save people. On the human side, the Venerable Yu Qingzi was watching this scene from afar, his heart trembling, and he sighed deeply.
Less than three miles from that small world, Qi Luo, the chief steward of the Demonic Palace, knelt on one knee and paid her last respects, tears already wetting her beautiful face. She was the beloved chief steward of the Demonic Palace, the last remaining peerless power in the world, but at this moment, she was just an ordinary person.
After more than two thousand years of companionship, it finally came to an end on this day.
It was like that snowy night 2,300 years ago, in the vast expanse of snow, she collapsed on the ground, her body icy cold, and saw the young man in red walking towards her from afar. His footsteps were light, and his gorgeous face was enough to reflect the white snow in a brilliant color. He stopped in front of her, lowered his eyes to glance at her, and then walked away.
She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she actually shouted, "Save me! I am willing to be your servant for a hundred years!"
The young man ignored her and continued walking forward.
She added bitterly, "Two hundred years!"
The boy still didn't react.
So she finally stated her bottom line: "As long as I am alive, I am willing to serve you forever!"
The footsteps suddenly stopped. On the snow-white ground, the blood-red figure slowly turned around, raised his lips, and sneered, "How long can your life last? In just three hundred years, you will die under the will of heaven."
She tried hard and said, "I will definitely survive. I want revenge! I want revenge!"
"You want revenge?" The boy's boots crunched against the fluffy snow. When he lowered his head, Qi Luo realized how handsome he was, so handsome that she couldn't help but hold her breath. The next moment, she heard him chuckle softly and say, "You're quite fearless, quite interesting. Then go get your revenge. I'm in a good mood today, so I saved you."
Just when Qi Luo was ecstatic, he heard a long voice slowly ringing out in the snow -
"You can live for three hundred years...how long can I live?"
No matter how many past events there are, they are now just clouds.
Qi Luo knelt before the gradually closing crack in space, not daring to look up. She was afraid that if she caught sight of the other person again, she would be driven to the rescue. She was also afraid that the person who had once claimed to be fearless would be disappointed by her tears.
In the darkness, the giant white dragon charged frantically, having lost its mind. At the entrance to the spatial rift, a blood-red figure stood guard. Even though severely wounded, he wielded a long whip, preventing the white dragon from escaping.
The cracks in the space behind him were gradually closing. The bright and beautiful demon cultivator slowly put away her whip and looked calmly at the almost crazy white dragon in front of her.
From the moment darkness fell, the dragon seemed to have gone mad.
It should be over soon, right? If I can't be trapped for a hundred and eighty years, then I'll just have to be trapped for fifty.
Fifty years had been a sea of change. To others, it might have been just the blink of an eye, but to that person, it was certain he would advance from the Fusion Stage to at least the late Tribulation Crossing Stage. With the Tribulation Crossing Stage, he would have the ability to protect himself, and with the Bright Green Jade Pearl, the human race wouldn't necessarily be defeated.
Mo Qianqiu sheathed his whip and stood at the edge of the spatial rift. He turned and glanced back, but still didn't see any familiar figures. He stared outside for a long time when he suddenly heard a sound of air breaking behind him. He raised his whip and rushed forward, stopping the crazy dragon again.
The last ray of light was finally about to disappear, and at this moment, Mo Qianqiu suddenly heard a voice.
"Luo Jianqing!"
He immediately turned his head, his eyes lit up instantly, and he looked back with trembling body, but he only saw the moment when the space crack was completely closed.
Didn't see anyone.
When Luo Jianqing arrived at the twelfth sea, he saw a crack that was almost a line. As soon as he arrived, he heard Qi Luo screaming his name heartbreakingly. But when he turned to look at her, he saw Qi Luo staring at him with tears on her face. Her grief-stricken expression made Luo Jianqing freeze in place, not knowing what had happened.
Across the vast ocean, a blue-robed cultivator, who had been traveling all the way, stood dazed. Not far away, a light-robed demon cultivator knelt on one knee, unable to hold back his tears. In front of him, the demon lord Xing Wei paused in confusion, his face a look of inexplicable sadness or joy.
And in the ten-mile sea area that seemed like a vacuum, only the breeze blew, rolling up waves.
On the seventh day after the human race tore up the peace agreement, the Demon Lord Mo Qianqiu tore the space apart with the power of his soul, and
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
