Everyone followed the deity, most of them just to catch a glimpse of Lin Yi.

Seeing everyone's face of loss, the god stick pointed at everyone, pretending to be stern and said: "The most important thing for you now is to improve your strength! The speed of time in that area is ten times that of the outside, you should hurry up and cultivate." Ten times faster time, and there is such a scale of the Ancient Sacred Tree, this kind of environment, I am afraid that the Great Emperor of the year will not be able to enjoy it, and one by one will not know how to cherish it!"

When everyone heard this, they had no choice but to leave, and turned around and continued to fall into penance.

The god stick looked at the seriously injured deity, a touch of abuse flashed in his eyes, and he said a little gloatingly: "You pervert has also been cleaned up quite miserably, so that you were so angry back then, and you disdained the poor way, quack." ”

After a pause, the god stick said to himself again: "I have long guessed that that old Shura may have surpassed the king-level realm, but now that I look at it, it is true. ”

"But then again, this pervert jumped out of the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements, has unlimited potential, and is enough for Old Shura to eat a pot. Well...... When this pervert recovers, I have to guide him and let him know that poor people are not vegetarians. Anyway, let him suffer once, and if he keeps it hidden, he won't really hang up, it won't be fun. ”

The god stick tilted his head sideways, as if he remembered something, and suddenly scolded: "Damn, old Shura, back then, you almost scared the poor Dao with a glance, and you pretended to be crazy and stupid to hide it." This time, Poor Dao has cultivated a super pervert, and when the time comes, he will torture you to death!"

After that, the god stick was still dancing in the immortal pool, looking excited.

When he noticed the countless contemptuous gazes next to him, the god stick coughed lightly and restrained slightly, but his cheeks were thicker than the city wall, he glared back, and pouted: "Rare and strange." ”

......

On the top of the mountain of the Heavenly God Palace, the afterglow of the battlefield has not yet dissipated, and the atmosphere is still extremely depressing.

The guards of the Heavenly God Palace all hid in the middle of the mountain and watched from afar, not daring to step forward lightly, for fear of provoking the wrath of the guardian god and being implicated.

In the 10,000 years since the establishment of the Celestial Palace, this is the only time that the Guardian God has been provoked!

More than a hundred Celestial Guards fell, and the provocateur fought with the Patron Saint, and the most terrible thing was that this person actually retreated with his whole body, and he didn't know where to go!

Right in front of everyone's eyes, under the noses of the patron saints, disappear!

This is equivalent to someone slapping the patronus in the face, and then ...... People are gone.

If you want to go back and learn a lesson, you can't start.

The blood-colored iron chain has not been withdrawn, and it is still lingering in the center of the battlefield, like a venomous snake with red spots all over its body, its ferocious aura exposed, waiting for an opportunity to move.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

But there is still no change on the battlefield, not even any wind and grass.

The Guardian Spirit slowly opened his eyes, shook his head, and muttered softly, "Impossible, it is impossible for him to hide in the long river of years and hold on to it at all!"

"If he didn't leave, then there is only one possibility, this son is still on the battlefield!"

The Patronus's gaze passed through the layers of obstacles, falling on the battlefield where he had fought before, constantly patrolling.

Suddenly, the guardian spirit's heart moved, and a bold guess came out, and he secretly thought, "Could it be that this son has a spatial artifact that can change forms at will?"

The eighteenth layer of hell is actually a kind of spatial artifact, which is extremely rare, and only a god king who has comprehended the spatial avenue can possibly create it.

"If that's the case, that space artifact is mixed in the rubble on the battlefield, and it's really hard to detect. ”

However, since he thought of this, the huge divine consciousness of the guardian god suddenly descended and crushed all the way on the battlefield.

He refused to let go of a single sand and stone, and crushed it all into imperceptible dust before he gave up.

"Huh?"

It didn't take long for the Patronus's eyes to light up and he spotted a strange stone.

The surface was rough and looked unremarkable, but when the Guardian Deity's divine sense crushed it, only this stone was unharmed, and there was no sign of damage at all!

"Hehehe, sure enough!"

The Patron Spirit chuckled lightly and said leisurely: "Junior, you are tender after all!"

With a movement of the blood-colored iron chain, it directly surrounded the nameless stone and brought it to the depths of the Heavenly God's Palace.

In the sea of blood, the guardian god sat cross-legged on top of the inverted pyramid, his narrow eyes shining fiercely, and the blood-colored iron chains were like arms commanding, holding the nameless stone tightly in the air.

The Guardian Spirit looked at the nameless stone that was close at hand, and said gloomily: "Junior, you'd better take the initiative to come out yourself, otherwise don't blame me for destroying your space artifact!"

As he spoke, the blood-colored iron chains tightened their windings, and the chains rubbed against the stones, making a tooth-aching sound.

This is not a threat or intimidation, in the eyes of the Patron Saint, even if this is a spatial artifact, it will definitely not be able to withstand his power!

The reason why he didn't strike immediately was because the Patronus didn't want to smash this spatial artifact.

The Patron Spirit still insists that this is a spatial artifact that can change its form at will, and it is very valuable for research, and it must contain the avenue of change.

Nameless stones.

Not long after Yuqing and the others entered the cultivation state, they were awakened by a cold and murderous voice.

The seven thousand white-robed sword cultivators who were cultivating the side also opened their eyes at the same time, their expressions solemn.

Everyone guessed that the owner of this voice was probably a powerful opponent who injured the deity!

If this stone shatters, then their fate can be imagined, and none of them will be spared!

Everyone's hearts gradually sank, and they all looked sideways and looked at the deity.

The deity was still floating in the immortal pool, his face expressionless, his eyes glowing with silver, deducing and analyzing the more than 100 avenues in his hand.

When the avenue is like a cocoon, placed alive in front of the deity, the biggest problem of the deity has almost been solved.

The injuries of the Immortal Sword Body had stopped, and under the nourishment of endless vitality, it began to repair rapidly.

Hearing the voice of the guardian deity, the silver glow in the eyes of the deity dissipated, and he glanced at the sky indifferently, and then continued to fall into the path of deduction.

No one knows the origin of the nameless stone, and neither do the deities and the sticks, but the deities can be sure.

With the power of the Patron Deity, you will never be able to break the nameless stone!

Sensing the change in the deity's expression, the god stick felt light, waved his hand casually, and said, "It's okay, continue to cultivate, don't listen to that old thing outside to scare people!"

Having said that, who can calm down and cultivate?

Not to mention the others, even the god stick half-squinted, feeling the changes in the outside world with trepidation.

The Patronus's words were channelled directly into the nameless stone, and he didn't believe the white-robed monk couldn't hear it.

But after half a sound, the nameless stone did not react.

"Huh?"

The patron saint's face changed, and his two blood-red eyebrows were raised upward, like two blood-stained blades, revealing a murderous aura!

With his status and cultivation, he will never repeat a sentence twice!