He has this power!
But if you want to use so much life force at once, you can't squeeze it out even if you squeeze him dry.
Jian Wushuang reminded with some embarrassment: "Lord God, this formation has been completed, look."
"What, are you having trouble?" Foyego opened his eyes first and looked at Jian Wushuang.
With this formation, the power of life can be transformed into his body to the maximum extent. This is the most perfect method.
The god smiled lightly and said: "But it doesn't matter!"
"Lord God, relying on this formation, it will take at least three epochs to recover the injuries on the two of you. You can go faster, but I need the supplement of the power of all things!" Jian Wushuang said tactfully. The treasure needed was stated.
There is still some room for what he said about three eras. It does take three eras to maintain the strength of one's own recovery to operate the formation.
If you suffer a little, two epochs are actually enough.
But he didn't want to waste such a long time.
If we really have to wait two epochs, I am afraid that there will be several Lords of the Universe appearing in the Qi Temple.
By that time, if these two people really go out, there will probably be a big battle. By then, he will not be human inside and out.
He couldn't just look at the present, he had to find a smooth path for himself.
If these two return to their peak now, no one in the outside world can stop them.
He didn't know the strength of Zhenling. Even if he could block it, he would probably be evenly matched. When the time comes, he would still be able to maneuver between the two sides.
Don't let one party be too strong, otherwise it will be of little use.
A useless person will generally not end well.
As if the god could see into his heart, he did not promise anything, but said: "How long does it take at the earliest? Give me an accurate time!"
"One hundred thousand years!" Jian Wushuang gritted his teeth.
This time I am talking about the fastest. If there is a continuous supply and demand of the power of all things into his body, he will be able to help Foyego return to his peak combat power in a hundred thousand years.
As for the wounds of the gods, he has already seen them, and he will be able to clear them up in ten years.
"Okay!" The god looked happy.
Jian Wushuang didn't want to delay, and he didn't want to delay it any longer. Naturally, the sooner the better.
He has also been observing the inheritors in the Qi Temple. The strongest one is already half as powerful as the Lord of the Universe, and he does not dare to delay it any longer.
The god Frosa threw a mustard seed towards Jian Wushuang and said: "These treasures are what I have accumulated from searching for countless epochs in the four secret realms. They should be enough. As for the extra ones, they are all yours!"
Over countless epochs, the various forces of Shadow Sect and Kui Sect have collected countless treasures.
Jian Wushuang took the mustard seeds, penetrated with a trace of telepathy, and felt it. Although he had extensive knowledge, he was still frightened.
The treasures in it exceeded his imagination.
There are not many particularly precious treasures among them. Most of them are original treasures that are useful to the emperor, but when accumulated together, their value is great.
These treasures are enough to train countless powerful emperors, and can even feed the entire northern realm.
This shows how valuable it is.
These treasures are indeed enough.
And there’s more.
Of course, no one would think that they have too many treasures.
It’s just that the gods’ vision is different from his.
What the gods long for is freedom. Once they are truly liberated, these treasures will not even count as a hair.
"Let's get started!" Foyego couldn't wait any longer. He was even more eager to go out.
Jian Wushuang didn't talk nonsense, nodded, and while devouring countless treasures, he injected a large amount of life power into the formation.
One hundred thousand years, for strong men like them, is just the blink of an eye.
It's just a pity that Jian Wushuang can't concentrate on his cultivation for these hundred thousand years. He didn't even have time to understand Nie Yuan's inheritance.
However, he was already very close to the ninth level of ultimate swordsmanship. As long as he went out to study for a while and create the ultimate secret skill, he would be able to step into the ninth level.
Both kendo and yakuza are in perfect form!
Harmony is imminent.
Jian Wushuang took a long breath and secretly said in his heart: "I hope everything goes well!"
For Foyego and others, this all happened quickly, but for him, these 100,000 years were not so easy.
Of course, just as anxious as him are the true spirits from the outside world.
A hundred years later, Jian Wushuang suddenly disappeared along with those mysterious emperors.
The god himself went down to the realm and headed to the north.
By this time, the mine had returned to its original state.
The guards outside the entrance of Qiankun Cave are much tighter than before.
After the last lesson, the Senate had to take it seriously.
Although there is a high probability that no one will break in again, you still have to show off, otherwise you will be ridiculed by the people in the temple and do nothing.
When the true spirit comes, no one notices it, just like the true spirit cannot be seen.
The guards were still standing there blankly, not knowing that a powerful being had just walked in.
"Space!" Zhenling gritted his teeth and frowned.
The origin of his space has long reached the level of perfection and is the universe.
The teleportation array was built in the cracks of space, and he saw something strange in it at a glance.
Since others can build it, he may also be able to build a teleportation array based on some clues.
It's just that it's easy to get in, but it's difficult to get out.
Even if he goes in now and kills Foyego and the others, what will he do if he can't get out
Although he could not get out of the Qishin Temple, it would be even more troublesome if his real body was trapped in the first prison. He could not control the Qishin Temple just by relying on his clone.
There is still a God in the outside world who is watching eagerly.
The original God was able to enter Qishin Temple through his mind. Who knows if he can come in after he escapes from the trap.
It is true that he is the incarnation of God Qi after his death, but don’t forget that Allah was once one of the origins of God Qi.
All this is uncertain.
If a dove takes over the magpie's nest, it will be too late for him to regret it.
It would be impossible to send anyone else besides him.
"Time flows backward!" Zhenling's figure began to dim, and his body entered a pavilion.
It is the pavilion in the Origin Sea.
The space where the teleportation array was once established began to twist and change, and everything was spinning.
The war a hundred years ago is vividly visible, and Zhen Ling sees everything.
He fiddled with time casually, as if everything was a hundred years ago.
Seeing everything that happened, Zhenling's eyes narrowed.
Especially the scene when Nie Yuan exploded, he was surprised!
A lineage of stars!
That sword!
One sword cuts through the mountain and kills all enemies in front of it.
"What a pity!" Zhenling sighed.
The death of such a talent is also a big loss.
If he continues to be cultivated, he will be no weaker than those ultimate emperors.
(End of chapter)