"Everyone, let's take action together!"
The Lord of Samsara has bright eyes and a solemn expression, and the mandala wheel behind his head is spinning crazily.
Before he finished speaking, his fingers lightly swiped, carefully crushing the soul particles in the pure-blood remains in front of him. A strange power spread out, gathering all the power of pure blood and turning it into a colorful thread.
After being pulled away along the silk thread, the previously rosy corpse suddenly shriveled up like it was leaking air. The flesh and blood turned into nothingness, and even the bones turned into powder. When the wind blew, it completely disappeared from the world.
This is the tragic life of a pure-blood human race.
"Let's work together to extract the pure blood essence!"
The Lord of Reincarnation urged again. The whole extraction process was very difficult. Even a true immortal had to be cautious and focused. The amount was close to tens of millions. He alone did not know how many years and months it would take to get it.
In order to resurrect the saint's remains, this pure blood source silk thread is the most critical thing. It needs it as a carrying medium so that the true immortal's will can be integrated into the saint's remains and awaken the power to control the powerful saint.
Seeing this, all the true immortals no longer hesitated, stepped up to the altar, and opened the coffins one after another.
"Amitabha, all donors, you can rest in peace."
Samantabhadra shows compassion in his eyes. For these purebloods, perhaps this is the best outcome. It is better than being imprisoned here endlessly?
You can’t help yourself in life, you can’t help yourself in death, and you can’t even help yourself in death.
"snort!"
"Don't even think about it!
"
Thunder roared suddenly throughout the world of Wheel Tomb. All the immortals on the altar raised their heads in astonishment and looked toward the entrance.
Boom!
Katsa——
The sky shattered, the earth cracked, and huge, green branches and roots burst out crazily from the countless cracks in the sky and the ground. The vast and ancient aura stirred wantonly, and was about to explode the square wheel tomb world in an instant.
What a huge tree this is?
The sun, moon and stars hover among it, nebulae linger on it, and the leaves carry the boundless continental world...
This aura, this majestic momentum, this is it!
The Kabbalah Tree of Life!
"No--"
The Lord of Samsara's eyes were about to burst, and he almost went crazy. He reached out and picked off the mandala wheel on the back of his head, and threw it out with all his strength. It circled in the void and cut into pieces several branches that stretched over ten thousand billion kilometers in diameter. .
"impossible!
"
"Who is it!?"
The Emperor of Galaxy's eyes widened, and his white hair grew angry. He stepped into the void, waved his hand and scattered the stars all over the sky. Billions of eternities collapsed and shot out, turning into terrifying particles that struck and penetrated countless leaf worlds.
"Who attracted the tribes of all tribes!?"
Emperor Xinghe looked around angrily, and the expressions of the true immortals became extremely ugly. They also understood that there was a spy among them.
From beginning to end, the plan to open the Human Race's Wheel Tomb was an absolute secret. Apart from true immortals like them, the only people who knew about it were a super-dimensional brain.
The mastermind is just a tool, and there is no need to doubt its loyalty. It is impossible for it to rebel. The underlying logic of existence does not allow it to do so.
In other words, the spies are among the true immortals like them. This kind of thing has never happened in the past. Since the establishment of the alliance, there has never been a true immortal rebellion at all.
It’s no wonder that the Emperor of Galaxy would be so angry, because the Protoss Spirit Clan’s extremely powerful consciousness talent, and he was in charge of the organization that verified the “loyalty” within the force.
The presence of a spy was a dereliction of duty on his part.
'Three, you overacted. '
In the corner of the altar, the Divine Phoenix Empress' eyebrows trembled slightly, feeling speechless at the Emperor Xinghe who was filial to the world.
However, it doesn't matter anymore, as night will slowly come to the fore, the absolute concealment of the Holy Court will gradually become less important.
The Divine Phoenix Empress' fingers curled up in her sleeves flicked, and a tiny particle was ejected, which was a particle of Yan Xing's flesh and blood.
Holy Court 9 also came with a mission.
"Amitabha, all tribes and tribes, right? It doesn't matter if you rush here to die, this Buddha will not hesitate to save you."
The Blood Buddha slowly raised his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, scarlet light suddenly appeared, and the corners of his mouth curved in a ferocious and bloodthirsty arc.
He was probably the happiest person present.
How long?
How long has it been since this Buddha drank the blood of a true immortal!
"kill--"
Wow!
The boundless sea of blood poured out from the center of the Blood Buddha's eyebrows. It was extremely stinky and horribly corrosive. Wherever it passed, the branches of the tree of life turned black and rotten, and were robbed of all vitality.
The advantage of the Kabbalah Tree of Life lies in its extremely large size and strong vitality. Apart from some special functions, it actually does not have very strong combat power, at least it cannot do anything to the true immortal giant.
The target of the Blood Buddha is still the true immortals of the tribe. They come with the soldiers of the ruins, and their combat power cannot be underestimated.
boom--
The Blood Buddha stepped on the lotus and left, and soon he was fighting with a supreme god. The bright light swallowed up the sky.
"Let's go too!"
Zhongzhen's eyes were gloomy. Now was not the time to catch spies. If they did not deal with the tribes of all races, they would not be able to safely extract the pure blood essence. It was an extremely delicate process that required full concentration and no interruption was tolerated.
"hateful!"
The Lord of Reincarnation quickly calmed down, but his face was still extremely ugly. Seeing that the great work was about to be completed, his interest was disturbed, and no one could be happy.
"Thousands of tribes, you seem to have forgotten your identity? A group of defeated generals left you behind just to stimulate the world and breed more strong men. You are just a tool. How dare you, how dare you..."
"Since our alliance dares to revise history and push you to the top, we can also kick you into the dust again!"
"You don't know how to live or die!
"
While speaking, the figures of more than ten true immortals flickered and appeared next to the Lord of Samsara. A group of people raised their hands at the same time, and the rings in their palms shot out a golden light, which met in the void and turned into a whirlpool passage, from which a bronze coffin was slowly drawn. came out, crushing a large area of time and space.
Saint·Netherworld!
"kill!
"
clang--
Boom!
The heavy coffin lid was blown away with a palm, turning into a bright stream of light, crushing everything in its path, and being deeply embedded in the thick trunk of the Tree of Life.
"The power of a saint!?"
The Elf Queen's expression changed slightly, and the painful wail of the Tree of Life resounded in her heart. Although its vitality was so strong that this small injury was nothing, the pain that penetrated her body was unavoidable.
Regarding Saint Nether, the tribes of all tribes have long received information. Not long ago, in the Prison of the End, a true immortal from the tribe was present and witnessed the opponent's power with his own eyes.
"Hmph! Lord of Reincarnation, don't put gold in your alliance's face! Revise history, to put it nicely, is the current situation really created by your will?"
The goddess of wisdom, standing at the infinite height of heaven and earth, looks down at the battlefield with cold eyes, and a sea of colorful light rises behind her head. This is the holy light of knowledge, reason, war, and commandments.
"You have no choice. The so-called closed time loop, or rather [coupled regression of the timeline], is a process that must be performed, and it is also the only chance for that world to survive."
"Did you notice the vibration and distortion of the timeline in advance? It's a ridiculous modification of history. It's better to say that it is to re-integrate the wrong branch timeline into the main line of the correct time!"
"If you don't do this, the timeline will have collapsed, right? It's ridiculous. Are you pretending to be stupid, or do you really think we don't understand anything?"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the true immortals in the alliance changed slightly, as if the biggest secret in their hearts had been revealed.
"In the Spark Age, because the first generation Night Lord of the Night Club changed his fate against the will of heaven, he used some method to circumvent the unknown will, forcibly broke through the Holy Realm, and failed to consolidate the timeline. This led to the split of the timeline, and that's why there was Our previous world.”
"The reason why the Night Club was destroyed, according to the information I collected, is related to this, right?"
It turns out that this is the hidden truth of "time correction". Just as Yan Xing arrived and his virtual figure was hidden in the altar, he heard the shocking secret revealed by the goddess of wisdom.
In this way, everything makes sense. No wonder, no wonder so many true immortals suddenly appeared. According to the main brain's "raising gu", although there is a slight possibility, there are still some doubts that cannot be figured out. It turns out that the truth is Due to the fusion of timelines.
"Lord of Reincarnation, do you still want to trample our tribes into the dust?"
The goddess of wisdom raised her mouth, her eyes were cold and stern, and she slowly opened her palms. A page of broken paper appeared with a mysterious breath. There were only a few lines of origin text on it. Although it resembled a lake, although it was tiny, and although it was far away, it was extremely strangely clear. Reflected in the hearts of everyone.
"In July of the year **890, the supreme Lord of Gray Silence led the allied forces of all races to ****, and set off from the land of Gray Silence, intending to counterattack the disaster. Battleships in the sky were flying across the sky, and the other shore was lined with trees, covered with endless murderous intent* *,…,**. ——Cangwu, remember. 』
The paper was extremely torn, causing the text on it to be missing and not smooth, but everyone could still roughly understand the content. It seemed to be a biography written by a person named [Cang Wu] for a certain supreme being.
For some reason, the moment they saw these words, everyone froze in place, their hearts beating uncontrollably, their hearts pounding, their hearts pounding, and an inexplicable fear lingering in their hearts.
"This, this is..."
Yan Xingtong was shocked. The words [Warships of the Heavens] were deeply reflected in his eyes. His heart was screaming. He didn't care about anything else. Just these four words were enough. He understood what it meant.
"Sage Netherworld, huh, do you think that my Ten Thousand Tribes Tribe has no trump card?"
Perhaps, the word "ten thousand races" appeared in the paper, which made the goddess of wisdom and other tribal immortals have strange associations. Even if they only have the same name, they are enough to be proud of.
"Shut up! You want to compete with the power of a saint with just a piece of scrap paper? It's a wishful thinking!"
The Lord of Samsara was furious and tried hard to suppress the uneasiness in his heart. With a thought, he and all the true immortals controlled [Netherworld] to kill the goddess of wisdom.
"One page?"
"enough!
"
The goddess of wisdom slowly released her palm, letting the paper fall, swaying, and drift towards the saint's underworld.
An extremely shocking scene occurred.
Netherworld actually knelt down!
Bowing to the ground, kneeling in front of that piece of torn paper...
