Rules are rules.
There is no such thing as complete restraint.
There will only be mutual interference.
Jianke has been blessed by time and can play some harmless tricks as time goes by.
But the light of the sun god has existed since ancient times.
It turned into a sharp arrow, flying through time and space, interfering with the guest's reverse journey through time.
It seemed like an arrow of light hit Jian Ke's body, but in fact it was light interfering with the unusual beating in that short period of time.
It sounds mysterious, but it's actually very simple.
Just like every ordinary person, they can use their fingers to move the hands on the dial.
That is also a kind of interference with time.
What the Sun God did was just amplify this kind of movement.
It does not require him to have a deep understanding of time and space.
Jianke was injured and his soul became even more void.
He attempted to escape toward a deeper location in time and space.
However, the light arrow nailed to his chest released a powerful 'existence' message, fixing him in the current time and space, making it impossible to complete the jump transfer.
The moment is the sun god's move against the guest.
It was also Ke Xiaoliang himself, a tentative attack technique deduction for a target who was good at using time and space.
The Xuanqing Realm cannot continue to be a fortress, this is absolute.
Therefore, before anything comes, Ke Xiaoliang must think carefully and be prepared to deal with everything... at least most of the challenges.
Before the Xuan Qing Realm opens, becoming a Golden Immortal is of course the best way to break the situation.
If it fails, Ke Xiaoliang must leave himself some backup means.
At this time, the battle outside the temple was still continuing.
The fight between the God of War and the sword-wielder seems to be coming to an end.
It seemed like a back-and-forth battle, but it was actually a crushing battle.
For the sword-wielder, his battle is a madness that burns everything and abandons everything.
Although the God of War did not hold back, it was due to his own pride that he did not use all means when facing a mere mortal.
"Surrender, or...die!" The God of War's spear pressed heavily on the sword runner, and the golden pupils were still so proud and indifferent.
Even the sword runner has fought against him for dozens of rounds.
In the eyes of the God of War, he was still just a humble ant.
This is due to the arrogance of the life level itself, and of course also due to the true god's own self-character.
Not far away, the Soul Sun, which was fighting against the suppression of the Vulcan, once again shook its blood-stained wings and flew into the sky.
Then he stretched out his hand as if holding up the scorching sun.
Vast light, warm light, light that suppresses evil and evil.
It turns into a torrent, a passage, and unhesitating devotion and sacrifice, all flowing towards the sword holder.
The Soul Sun... He is decomposing his own rank and ability, turning it into a special vitality, and injecting it into the body of the sword holder.
He wants to turn things around and push the sword-wielder, who has almost become a complete demon, back into the realm of 'human'.
To bring back his sanity without compromising his strength.
The sacrifice of the spiritual sun is meaningful.
The sword-wielding man who originally only knew how to roar in anger suddenly regained some sense in his scarlet eyes.
He put his hands together across the spear, broke off a sharp claw in his left hand, and stabbed the God of War with his right hand like a sword.
The God of War ducked slightly before he could make any follow-up actions.
But he was kicked fiercely by the sword holder, right in the chest.
In an instant, this always proud god was kicked back into the temple by the mortals he looked down upon.
Originally, the situation of the sword runner was a choice between two options.
Either have the power and give up your reason.
Either keep your wits about you and lower your power.
At this moment, with the self-sacrifice and dedication of the spiritual sun, the sword-wielder has broken through his own limitations.
While he gained strength, he still retained absolute sanity.
All his battle wisdom and battle experience have returned.
In the temple, there seemed to be a burst of laughter at this moment.
Of course, this laughter is not noisy, it only comes from a very few gods.
But it was also because of such laughter that the God of War became angry.
When the bright light burst out of the temple again.
The originally handsome, tall, and muscular God of War has turned into a giant pig-headed man.
His eyes were burning with hot divine fire, and the fangs on both sides of his big mouth shone with a dazzling cold light, gestating some extremely powerful murderous intent.
The spear in his hand also turned into a rough battle axe. The battle ax was sharp and thick, making it more conducive to chopping and killing.
At this time, the God of War no longer has any reservations.
Only in the blink of an eye can the sword-wielder be cut into thousands of pieces to wash away the humiliation he suffered before.
The man holding the sword used the bone sword that had once again solidified in his hand in various ways.
Martial arts skills from the world of high martial arts have been used extremely delicately by sword wielders.
Various techniques that use softness to overcome hardness and skillful striking are also used in perfect connection.
Swish, brush, brush!
Then he fought with the God of War for several more rounds.
As a result, the God of War became increasingly angry. Although the divine power he unleashed became more tyrannical, there were more and more flaws in his moves.
If it weren't for the strong divine body and the divine armor, it would be difficult for the Sword Walker's bone sword to break through the defense.
Even if the God of War is not seriously injured at this time, he should still be wearing glory.
It seems that the situation is improving slightly.
In fact, it is still just "resisting in a corner".
The only guest who advanced into the temple had been crucified.
The remaining demon sealers were also blocked outside the door. Although it seemed that there was only one step away, this step could never be taken.
The distant New World, in Fengdu City.
A Demon Sealer with farsightedness and broadcasting abilities broadcast the scene on the top of the sacred mountain live on the Internet.
It immediately caused a huge uproar and frenzy.
Some expressed their condolences.
There are also some people who don't know the so-called ridicule.
But more people began to worship the gods on the sacred mountains and in the temples.
They weren't even sure if the gods would see or hear.
He had already sold his soul first and chose to flatter without a bottom line.
On the sacred mountain, facing the pressure of the gods, the demon-sealing people who have not broken their backs are still fighting for their dignity despite this pressure, burning everything they have.
Outside the sacred mountain, on the earth, there are countless people among all living beings who have broken off their own legs, licking and crawling like dogs, wagging their tails and begging for mercy.
Goddess Molly was in a temporary rental house, wearing a little skirt she just bought, sitting on a chair, watching the live broadcast as well.
Her expression gradually turned from interested to cold, and finally solemn.
He sighed lightly.
The newly arrived 'Alice in Wonderland' series of LO skirts placed beside the bed could not attract her eyes or attention at this time.
"They don't believe in you."
"Why are you sighing?" Leo appeared at the door and asked Molly, who was sighing.
