There were still two days left before Nie Tian's agreement with the ancient consciousness. Nie Tian thought that these short two days would go by smoothly, but he did not expect a sudden change.
All the geniuses from various sects who were still talking fell silent for an instant and looked at the sky in shock.
Above the island, a huge object was floating quietly, like a floating land they had seen on the upper continent.
But that behemoth was made of gold and iron, and its entire body exuded a cold metallic luster.
That was an ancient galactic ship from the Evil Underworld Clan!
The ancient galactic ship that suddenly appeared was roughly similar to what Nie Tian and others had seen in the Dark Realm, but it was a little dilapidated.
Many buildings on the ancient galactic ship were broken, and even many areas of the ship seemed to have been scratched by sharp claws. They were in tatters, as if they were overwhelmed and would explode at some point.
"The Ancient Galaxy Ship of the Evil Underworld Clan!" Cao Qiushui shouted with fear in his eyes: "A high-level bloodline person from the Evil Underworld Tribe is coming. What should we do?"
Everyone had a look of death on their faces, despair in their hearts, and a feeling of imminent disaster.
Nie Tian, who was practicing hard, was forced to stop. He looked at the broken ancient galactic ship in the void and was secretly worried.
But he still offered words of comfort, saying: "Don't panic, everyone. This island... should be able to prevent all flying spiritual weapons from landing. The various flying spiritual weapons we came over are like this, and this ancient galactic ship of the Evil Underworld Tribe will definitely be able to do the same." Subject to the same restrictions. Even if there are evil clans with high-level bloodlines above, they may not be able to come."
"Brother Nie, is this really the case?" Feng Ying's lips trembled.
Nie Tian actually lacked confidence, but he still had the courage to say: "That's it!"
Seeing the arrival of the Ancient Galaxy Ship of the Evil Underworld Clan, he didn't need to think too much to know that the most powerful person from the Evil Underworld Clan must be sitting on top of the Ancient Galaxy Ship.
He only had a moment of communication with the ancient consciousness, and what the ancient consciousness told him was actually not much.
He didn't know whether that ancient consciousness really had the ability to intercept the ancient galactic ships of the Evil Underworld Tribe and prevent the entry of high-level bloodline experts.
With their fighting prowess, if they encountered a fifth-level or sixth-level alien race, none of them would be able to escape.
A group of geniuses from various sects in the Land of Fallen Stars stared blankly at the ancient galactic ship, all dumbfounded.
"Really, can you really stop that ancient galactic ship and the most powerful alien high-level bloodline person?"
"Even if what Nie Tian said is right, it will still take two days to pass through the gap in space and enter the land of falling stars. Can we survive these two days?"
"I'm afraid everyone will die here, right?"
No one spoke, but they were all wailing in their hearts, and every eye showed despair and deathly silence.
Deep down in their hearts, they didn't quite believe Nie Tian's statement, and they were all ready to die.
High in the air.
At the edge of the Xie Ming Tribe's ancient galactic ship, Arms, Abreu, Theron, as well as Tago, Yanshan and other foreign tribesmen were standing beside a handsome middle-aged Xie Ming, waiting solemnly.
"Lord Barstow, the newly born Son of the Star is on the island below." Arms said respectfully.
As tough as he was, when facing the handsome middle-aged Xie Ming, he was frightened, restrained his arrogance and domineering, and spoke in a much lower voice.
The middle-aged Xie Ming was the powerful Xie Ming whom Diallo contacted deep in the distant starry sky.
The prismatic crystal between Barstow's eyebrows suddenly bloomed into a cyan light curtain that blocked out the sky and the sun. A huge soul consciousness that seemed to cover millions of miles was released from the prismatic crystal between his eyebrows, sweeping in all directions.
Not only Arms, but also Theron, Tago and others, and even the few fifth-level and sixth-level evil spirits next to them, all changed their colors slightly.
When Barstow used the soul secret technique, all of their souls suddenly felt a sense of terror that they were no longer under their control and could be obliterated by Barstow.
It seemed that as long as Basto had a thought, their souls would explode instantly.
Around the island, the water as dark as ink suddenly stirred up waves, as if it had been disturbed.
A dark curtain of light emerged from the sky of the island little by little, covering the entire island, making it airtight.
The cyan light curtain formed by the secret soul technique activated by Barstow made contact with the black light curtain, causing his face to change slightly.
After three breaths, Bastow withdrew the soul secret method, looking shocked.
"This island is protected by him." Barstow murmured, with a hint of fear on his face. "He should still be in a deep sleep. If I try my best to stimulate my blood and break the rules he made, I will definitely... Wake him up. If he wakes up..."
Bastow pondered for a while and said: "Amus, it's up to you, the fourth-level blood people, to return to the island again to kill the new son of the stars."
"Sir, that son of the stars is surprisingly powerful, and he also holds the human race's psychic treasure." Arms looked embarrassed, "There are many human race peers on that island, and we were forced to leave before. Even if you step in again, you may not be able to kill the son of the star."
"Lord Barstow, can't you... not even enter by force?" Abreu whispered.
"You juniors don't even know where this place is." Bastow snorted coldly, "The reason why our various races failed in the upper continent's plan to invade the lower continent and were forced to move out was because At the beginning, even we didn’t know that there was an ancient creature sleeping in the lower continent.”
"It was because of his awakening that all our tribes were defeated and many great lords died like rain."
"If he hadn't been in a deep sleep most of the time, we wouldn't even dare to come here now."
"Since you are under his protection here, don't try to challenge his authority or ignore the rules he has set."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of those foreign juniors from the You Clan, the Gray Rock Clan and the Demon Clan suddenly changed, as if they had heard the secret of their migration to their ancestral land for the first time.
Even some fifth-level and sixth-level Xieming clan members seemed to have heard about it for the first time, and their expressions changed.
"This is a shame to our clans. The elders of your clan will naturally not tell you." Bastow's face was gloomy, and he suddenly took out a long knife, handed it to Arms solemnly, and said: "Take me Use this Netherworld Knife to kill the Son of the Star. With your bloodline level, you must condense all your soul power and bloodline essence to make a single slash."
"That sword, the newborn Son of the Star, even if he possesses the psychic treasure, he should not be able to block it."
"You kill the Son of the Star, and the others will kill those human ants for me. Don't waste too much time, we have to rush to the Land of the Falling Star."
Arms excitedly held the Netherworld Knife in both hands and said: "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely kill the Son of the Star! If he didn't possess the human race's psychic treasure, I would have killed him last time!"
"Go." Barstow waved his hand, impatient to urge.
After that, prismatic chariots were separated from the ancient galactic ships of the Evil Underworld Clan, scattered on the edge of the island, and then sank. After many alien fourth-level bloodline members gathered together, they quickly rushed towards Nie Tian’s location. Come.
"They are coming!" Dong Baijie shouted violently.
"It seems that, as Nie Tian said, it is only the fourth-level aliens who descended, and those same people!" Xuan Ke's face was cold, "It's just that their words are nothing to be afraid of!"
"Not necessarily." Dong Li shook her head, with a heavy look on her face, "They escaped once and still dare to come, they must have something to rely on!"
"Those people are coming after me." Nie Tian saw clearly. He heard Ames say that his identity as the son of the stars may be more important in the eyes of the alien race than the entire Land of Falling Stars!
Ames and others must be confident enough if they dare to go and come back, otherwise they will not come back again.
After pondering for a few seconds, Nie Tian suddenly shouted: "Those who are in a low realm should try their best to rely on me. If they fail, they will rush into my current position!"
He moved a branch, removed the Ancient Wood Derivative Formation, and walked out of it.
Afterwards, he put on the Flame Dragon Armor again without hesitation, strode to the front, and said: "Hold on for two days, and when the space gap opens, we can leave from here!"
"good!"
Half a day later.
Arms, holding the Nether Spirit Knife in both hands, led a group of aliens and appeared in front of Nie Tian again.
"I'll kill Nie Tian, you kill the others!" Arms shouted violently, and instantly injected the soul power and blood essence in his body into the peerless underworld weapon belonging to Barstow.