Time is a rule. This rule can be mastered by all spirits of heaven and earth, but those who can understand it is extremely rare. Even if it is understood, it is only the connotation of artistic conception.
On Vermilion Star, Wang Lin once met a person, and the mood of this person is the years!
At that time, Wang Lin felt the power of the artistic conception over the years, even Skylark at that time was very concerned about this artistic conception.
It can be said that in the entire Suzaku star, there is only one person who has such an artistic conception!
Right now, the ancient words of the blood dragon reverberated, and the power of the years appeared in him. This power exceeded the artistic conception of the years by countless times. It is simply incomparable, and it has become the rule!
This rule is determined by the blood dragon who has displayed this magical power!
Under the rules of these years. The entire land of nothingness is all shrouded in it. In the nothingness, a pair of Luo Tian cultivators are flying slowly, watching the surroundings vigilantly. There are dozens of them, as long as they don’t encounter too strong ancient Qi refiners, it’s enough. Stand firm in this nothingness.
But right now, when the power of those years reverberated and penetrated from these people, one of the young men with the weakest cultivation base immediately trembled. He looked like he was in his twenties, although he was not his actual age. But it seems so.
The trembling of his body was not controlled by him, but trembling inexplicably, as if a chill was rising from his body. Gradually, a trace of wrinkles appeared on his smooth skin, and soon the wrinkles continued to overlap, and he felt The body is very tired, and the cultivation base feels stagnant under the operation.
All of this was just a moment. The young man was almost confused as soon as he got up. As if from a long distance away, he heard an exclamation, in the sound of this exclamation. There is a wave of fear.
The young man was startled and wanted to turn his head to look, but his body was sore and numb, and it was a bit inconvenient to turn his head.
"I... What's wrong with me..." The young man's eyes were even more blurred, without the clearness of the past, as if there was a layer of fog, he slowly raised his hand, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and tried to rub the fog. Lose.
Xu Ye's eye rubbing action had an effect. There was a moment of clarity before his eyes. He saw the fellow Daoists around him moving away from him one by one, and his eyes showed fear and horror.
He saw the younger sister who had been secretly destined for life with him, and at this moment, he looked terrified in the distance, and he was no longer gentle in the past.
The last thing he saw was his right hand rubbing his eyes. The whole person was stunned. It was a hand full of wrinkles and brown spots...
"This..." The young man trembled further away, struggling to raise his hand and touch his face. Opening his mouth, there seemed to be a sound of horror about to come from his mouth, but... the sound was buried in his body forever, and never appeared again.
Because his eyes have lost all vitality, the whole person is constantly aging under the gaze of his companions around him. Hair falls off, teeth falls off, and bones are crumbly. In the end, it seems that he doesn't even bear the weight of a piece of skin and becomes a piece of debris. , His body shrank down and died... Old death...
This strange scene made the surroundings quiet, beyond the imagination of the surrounding monks, but the time was ruthless and did not give them a little bit, and there was another woman in the crowd, showing signs of aging.
Soon, this aging seemed to be contagious, and all monks were like this.
It seems that at this moment, Heaven disqualified them as monks, disqualified them from being able to survive hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years, disqualified them from all their rights, and took those hundreds, thousands, and counts away. Thousands of years have descended on them in an instant.
These dozens of monks. It's just a corner. At this moment, the same scene is constantly happening in all areas of this void. Every monk, no matter where he comes from, can't escape the arrival of the rules of time.
Only those nirvana cultivators can resist, but... there are not many nirvana cultivators.
Whenever a monk dies in the years, there will be an invisible breath emanating from his body and rushing towards the center of the void.
Gradually, in this land of nothingness, auras galloped, their speed cannot be described by the speed of a monk, these auras are like a part of the world, once they move at this moment, they will come to the center of the land of nothingness in a blink of an eye. , Inside the body of the blood dragon that used the magical powers of the years.
As the monk continued to die, that breath grew more and more, and it continued to merge into the blood dragon body, soon. The blue ice crystal on the blood dragon began to collapse, and its body, if it was injected with new life, caused the ice crystal to tear apart.
The eight kings of the corpse Yin sect have no influence under the supernatural powers of these years, and the figure of Ruhong is getting closer and closer to the place where the blood dragon is!
Opposite their direction, in the other direction, Yan Leizi respectfully followed behind the old man in black in front of him, and followed him forward. The black-clothed old man is not fast, but every time he lifts his foot, the nothingness below him shrinks crazily, as if to turn this infinite distance into an inch...
This is not about shrinking into an inch that needs to be integrated into the world, but shrinking into nothingness! There is no need to blend into the heaven and the earth, where he is, is the heaven and the earth, even one world is only an inch!
He was not in a hurry to go, so he kept a certain rhythm during this step and walked like flowing water. The respectful color in Yan Leizi's eyes was even stronger, and he was naturally shrouded by the strange magical powers behind the old man.
At the moment when the rules of the years enveloped the void, Wang Lin also felt its existence, but his body was originally composed of rocks. The rocks were born when the moon and stars were born, and cannot go to the present time. calculate.
The power of these years has enveloped him, even if there is no wind blowing, the rock is still rock...
Moving forward calmly and quickly, Wang Lin saw that the monks around him turned into nothingness over the years, and all disappeared.
"Without the identity of the monk and the magical powers, we... will be just mortals after all..." Wang Lin sighed in his heart, but the speed was not slow.
"If the main body comes today, under the rules of these years... I will be a part of this nothingness just like them... Unexpectedly, the monks, who have practiced the Tao for hundreds of thousands of years, have clearly understood the rules of heaven and earth. But there is It’s not as good as a stone..."
Wang Lin shook his head and witnessed all the things in front of him. Suddenly he had a new understanding of the word Tao.
The blood dragon in the center of the Void Land absorbed the breath of countless monks who died under the ages, and the blue ice crystals on the body finally collapsed with a bang.
Its majestic body lifted up and let out a roar toward the void of heaven and earth! In this roar, a huge vortex appeared above it suddenly, and the vortex was also endless, continuously rotating, and the sound of rumblings echoed all around.
A cold voice slowly leaked from the whirlpool, permeating the emptiness.
"Well, waiting for you to come!" At this moment when the voice came out, the old man in black who came in the distance paused, his eyes were solemn, and the Yan Leizi behind him was silent. He heard this voice. This time, only this time, it was clearer than before, and there was a monstrous madness contained in it.
This kind of madness, contempt for the rules, and disdain for the gods, but fell in the ears of Yan Leizi, but did not feel that the other party was arrogant... The power of a shot beyond the stars of Suzaku is enough to possess this kind of madness!
The Eight Kings of the Corpse Yin Sect stopped at the same time, looked at the swirling vortex in the distance, and fell silent, but soon, there were varying degrees of lust and greed in their eyes.
Wang Lin also heard this voice. He paused, looking forward with his head up, his eyes showed indomitable color, no matter how strong this Tuo Sen is, no matter how hard the road is, but if Tuo Sen wants to kill him Wang Lin, he Never bow your head!
"There are many people who want to kill me, but right now, I'm still alive..." Wang Lin sneered at the corner of his mouth, raised his steps, and walked forward again.
This sentence is the truth.
At this moment, this place of nothingness is not only the few people away from the center who survive, there are also some Fragmented Nirvana, after resisting the rules of time, silently approaching from all directions of this place of nothingness.
In the rest of the levels outside of the void, those monks who did not enter the void, escaped the prestige of the rules of time and survived.
In this land of ancient gods, in addition to nothingness, there is another place, where it exists, it can even be said that it does not belong to the land of ancient gods, because it... is the land of ancient gods...
This sentence may be a bit contradictory, but it is actually the case. There is only one entrance to the land of the ancient gods on Vermilion Star. The land of the ancient gods that this entrance leads to is a space that does not belong to this star field. The crack, this crack is very big, enough to lie down a huge body of the eight-star ancient god!
No matter the nihility or the level, in fact, they are all in this ancient god... Just like at this moment, Wang Lin, the eight kings of the corpse Yinzong, and the old man in black are located in the chest of the ancient god.
And in this quiet space crack, the body of the ancient god who has been lying here for countless years, in the fourth of the eight dim stars on the center of his eyebrows, if magnified countless times, you can see it, in the deepest place. , Sitting cross-legged alone!
This man was a middle-aged scribe, with a haughty expression in his ordinary appearance. He sat there as if it had been a long, long time without ever moving.
His name is Wujizi...