"This drop of water actually contains information about tens of billions of years before and after the Big Bang. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info No, it doesn't seem to be a record, but a trace!" Zhuang Yichen showed a contemplative expression.

"By the way, I remember, this is a drop of time! It contains the law of time on top of all laws!" said Toriss in surprise with a feeling of envy.

If she can get the time drop when she is a law saint, maybe she can become a ** saint.

And the law of time can absolutely crush all other laws, only the law of space can match.

As for the law of time, there may be a higher law above it, but that is already a concept beyond this universe.

Before the universe, there was also time, which is an indescribable law.

With a sudden flash in front of him, Zhuang Yichen realized that he had arrived outside the courtyard. Xie Mingxiu was by his side, and the heroic spirit of Bibo Wuru looked at them with appreciation.

"I'm amazed that you have been able to reach this point in less than three days!From now on, I officially admit that you have the identity to inherit my true inheritance!" Bi Bo looked up to the sky and smiled, mixed with joy and sorrow.

"Master Bi!" The two of them were blessed for a while, and they all bowed to him as a disciple.

"In the next time, you can freely enter and leave your own room, and when you can truly comprehend the time droplets and the Six Paths of the Earth, you can trigger the ban and leave. Bibo Wuru smiled slightly, and shook his robe.

Zhuang Yichen only felt a shock around him, and then returned to his original state.

At this time, the various warriors who were still alive in the tomb of Wuru were sent out by an irresistible force at the same time.

"What's going on?" The powerhouses guarding the nebula vortex suddenly discovered the movement in the tomb of Wu Ru, and couldn't help but show a worried look.

Those who can enter the tomb of Wu Ru are not the best among the true disciples of the sect, or the strong martial artists forcibly lower their cultivation to enter it, which has an extraordinary significance and effect on the sect.

They represent the future of the sect, and once the entire army is destroyed, they will face the worry of having no successor.

At this time, the figure flashed, and a true disciple of the Qingxu Sect was teleported out, with a look of unwillingness on his face.

The powerhouses were about to ask questions, when the nebula vortex continued to transmit out the disciples of various sects at this time, and it was instantly overcrowded.

"Boom!" Before the powerhouses could react, an extremely awe-inspiring and terrifying power suddenly came from the nebula whirlpool, and they suddenly attacked indiscriminately.

"Be careful!" The martial arts powerhouses hurriedly displayed their most powerful martial arts, while the literary masters immediately held up the Wenbao and joined forces to resist this coercion.

The nebula vortex slowly closed, and the strong could only watch with reluctance in their hearts as all this happened under their noses.

Let's not talk about whether the treasures in this Wuru tomb have been taken out or not, just looking at the disciples of various factions with a huge disparity in numbers, it is impossible to cause the Wuru tomb to disappear like this.

"Roar!" a roar sounded from the ground as if it had come from an ancient beast, and then a large hand broke through the earth and grabbed at the nebula vortex.

"Martial Confucian powerhouse!" At this time, Wu Hao and the literary masters all felt the cold hairs on their bodies stand up, and they felt deep fear in their hearts.

In the Evil Realm, the Martial Confucian powerhouse is just a legendary existence. They are all old monsters hidden deep under the Nine Lands who don't know how many years they have lived.

In fact, there are not many people in this world who have seen a strong martial artist, so they slowly listen to it as a myth.

But the big hand in the depths of the ground in front of me is so weird, the power is so terrifying, and the majestic internal force seems to be able to destroy everything at any time.

No one expected that Wu Ru would make a move at this time, and it looked like it was inevitable!

The big hand had already probed into the nebula vortex, but at this moment, I saw a flash of blue light flickering out and hitting the big hand.

The terrifying roar and pain suddenly came like thunder, and the big hand of the martial artist seemed to have encountered the bombardment of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, and immediately retracted.

The nebula vortex also closed abruptly at this time, disappearing into the void, and there was no trace of it again.

After a muffled snort of anger, the martial ru's big hand reached out again, grabbing at the true disciples who had been teleported out.

Fang Zisong was also among them, and he couldn't help sweating profusely and hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up and save me!"

The four scholars immediately held up the Wenbao, and different lights intertwined and shone brightly, protecting Fang Zisong in front of him.

The big hand seemed to pluck the strings, and the sand and gravel on the ground suddenly swept away, constantly bombarding the defensive shield composed of the four treasures.

The power of the sand was even more terrifying than the cannonballs, and it bombarded the defensive shields, and soon cracked out.

"It's so powerful, Wu Ru!" Although the four literary masters are all peak powerhouses, and they are still holding Wenbao, they are two big realms behind after all.

"Hurry up and use the holy blood!" Fang Zisong trembled with fright, this martial Confucian powerhouse was simply fierce and terrifying.

A scholar of the Xie family groaned slightly, and a drop of golden holy blood appeared on his fingertips.

As soon as the holy blood came out, it immediately exuded a powerful power, making people feel like they were immediately kneeling down and worshipping.

Bang bang! The shield formed by Wen Bao could not withstand the strong attack and broke, but the big hand was fixed in place.

It feels like he's looking at the Holy Blood, and he's very jealous. After a few breaths, the big hand suddenly swept away a few True Transmission disciples and disappeared into the ground.

Everything is calm, but everywhere it is a mess, and deep pits and ravines can be seen everywhere.

The rest of the martial artists were shocked and returned to their sect elders one after another.

"What about Mu Yichen?" Feng Mantian looked at Mu Qingrong and the others in front of him, and couldn't help but ask a little anxiously.

At this time, there were only five people left in the Qingjing Sect, Mu Qingrong, Tang Tiantian, Xue Junlin, Shangguan Yuchan and Sun Wuyan.

The rest of He Ping, Long Yingfeng and others were nowhere to be found, and the one who worried Feng Mantian the most was Zhuang Yichen.

And the martial heroes of each sect counted the number of people, and their faces looked extremely ugly! After asking the disciples one by one how their harvest was, they were even more depressed when they saw how many of them were top-grade spirit stones and a small number of star stones.

Several future powerhouses of the sect got these in exchange, and this transaction was too much of a loss.

"Brother didn't come out!" Mu Qingrong suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and even she could come out unharmed, why couldn't Zhuang Yichen be spared.

Tang Tiantian and Xue Junlin also had sad faces, and their beautiful eyes flashed with complicated looks. As for Shangguan Yuchan, she was quite calm, but the expression on her face was very resolute.

The major sects were in no good mood at this time, and soon left one after another. However, the Qingjing Sect fell into a sad atmosphere, and always felt that the Qingjing Sect without Zhuang Yichen seemed to be missing something.