The thin power of time and space poured out from the dust, like silk and a net, enveloping the mountain.

Xiao Daotong opened one eye, quietly moved his arm, looked up at the net, and saw that the mountain was only three feet high from him, standing up and stretching out his hand to brush the dust could poke it, although the network formed by the power of time and space was blocked, but the power of the world flowing in the mountain was gradually sharpening the network, and the already uncondensed wire net was getting thinner and thinner, so scared that he even rolled and climbed.

On the field, Xiao Daotong was chased by the mountain without any image, but relying on the power of time and space, the mountain did not suppress him for a while.

In the safe zone, the waves on the surface of the small world gradually subsided under the plucking of Luoga, and the color became more and more plain, barely able to extract a small amount of world power.

Luo Jia looked up at the mountain chasing the little Taoist boy, thought for a while, and resurrected the Confucian poet Du Zimei.

The reason why Du Zimei was chosen is because the Confucian war poems can exert their strength beyond the level of cultivation, and the consumption of resurrection is not as great as that of spiritual cultivation, their heroic righteousness mainly comes from the red dust of humanity, the blessing of the faith of all beings, and the important thing is that Du Zimei can use the laws of time and space.

Overall, it's cost-effective.

The gap between the levels is too big, and the power of time and space that Xiao Dao Tong can grasp is too shallow, and as time passes, the time and space network that Xiao Dao Tong can use has changed from being able to block the mountain for dozens of seconds to only blocking a few seconds.

The most recent one, it was only able to block for less than a second.

Xiao Daotong has been squeezed to the bottom of the Creation Field, there is not much room to move and dodge, after being caught up again, the power of time and space flowing in the dust can only make the mountain pause for a moment, he has no way to escape, and he is about to be suppressed and turned into mountain gravel.

"How about Dai Zongfu, Qi Lu Qingwei is gone."

A hoarse and deep voice rang out.

Along with the poetry are the verdant mountains.

The mountains rose from the bottom of the Creation Field, and the clouds that permeated the mountains were the power of time and space, and the tops of a thousand mountains were arched by the clouds.

"Creation Zhong Shenxiu, Yin and Yang cut the dawn."

The highest peak of the verdant mountains is located in the center of the Creation Field, rising to the top, dividing the yin and yang light and dark sunset.

"Swing your chest and give birth to Zeng Yun, and decide to return to the bird."

The birds and finches hovered over the clouds and landed on the heads of the war spirits of the thousand mountains with only half of the mountain exposed to the sea of clouds, using strange rocks as nests and pine nuts as food.

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance."

Du Zimei's figure appeared on the highest peak, standing against the mountain wind, and the battle spirit of the thousand mountains in the distance was swallowed up by the sea of clouds again, leaving only one mountain tip exposed outside the clouds.

The power of the world on the top of the mountain flickered, and it rose a few feet higher.

The power of the world in the sea of clouds flowed, holding the top of the mountain like a swamp.

The two sides are locked in a tug-of-war.

Qianshan gritted his teeth and pulled Luo Tiannu into a war of attrition to compete for the power of the world.

Under the clouds and mist, Xiao Daotong escaped, seeing that Luo Tiannu did not summon him back, his eyes rolled, and he hurriedly ran to the mountain stream to wash his face and tie his hair, tidy up his clothes, clean himself up like a human being, shook off the dust, and began to climb the mountain.

Xiaodao Tong sings while climbing: watching chess Ke rotten, logging Ding Ding, and Xu Xing at the mouth of the valley by the clouds. Selling salaries and drinking, laughing wildly and cultivating himself. Cangjing autumn high, to the moon pillow pine roots, a sense of dawn......

Climb to the top of the mountain, salute Du Zimei, and then face the sea of clouds, waving the dust.

One, two, three.

The dust is swirled, the clouds and mist roll in the mountains, and the power of the world flows.

The dust is waved twice, and the clouds and mist in the mountains turn into silk wisps, and the power of the world is the thread that connects the silk wisps.

The dust waved three times, and the wisps of clouds and mist flowed and coiled, turning into a huge cocoon, and the core of the cocoon was the war spirit of a thousand mountains.

Du Zimei nodded at Xiao Daotong and returned to the small world.

After he left, the peaks that cut off yin and yang, and the undulating mountains all disappeared, leaving only a huge cocoon of white clouds and a small dao boy smiling at the corners of his mouth.

The war spirit of Qianshan was suppressed, and he had luck in his heart, feeling that the power of his world was stronger than that of Luo Tiannu, and he refused to admit defeat.

Luo Jia didn't send out the war spirit anymore, after all, the war spirit of Qianshan has the origin of time, she can only suppress it, and she can't erase it, so she let Xiao Daotong control the power of the world to maintain the cocoon of time and space, and bury herself in regulating the world.

As time passed, the war spirit of Qianshan could not break through the cocoon of time and space, and tried to pull the second war spirit that was still in cultivation to attack Xiao Daotong, but the poet war spirit who originally thought that he had left appeared behind Xiao Dao Tong, and once again reproduced the scene of 'being at the top of the mountain, seeing all the mountains at a glance', and the second war spirit was also trapped in the clouds of time and space.

Qianshan gave up struggling.

There is a time origin, Luo Tiannu can only trap his war spirit, and he simply buries himself in adjusting the world, occasionally drawing some world power that does not affect the internal operation to resist one or two, so that Luo Tiannu can not relax the world power consumption of the cocoon of time and space.

Qianshan made up his mind to delay the game and wait for the world to compete after the game.

Although the delaying tactics are not very good-looking, they are facing a strong opponent Luo Tiannu, whether it is Qianshan's coach or the on-site commentary, they all express their understanding and support for his decision.

In the live broadcast room, the audience in the life world relied on the advantage of the local sea of people to tout the thousands of mountains and sing the decline of Luojia, and the comprehensive law lovers who can be on the Zhutianwang in the Jialan world are limited after all, and the speech and frequency of the bullet are so pressed that they can't splash the water, until a Shenhao believer launches a source offensive, relying on the rule of large rewards at the top, a husband is not open, and the voice of singing is suppressed.

As other players ended the game one after another, audiences from other worlds crowded in, and the painting style in the live broadcast room suddenly changed to support Luo Tiannu, singing about thousands of mountains, and some people even opened the handicap directly and set up a betting channel.

Because the dark horse of Qianshan is not clean enough, the audience from all walks of life is aggrieved for their own players, and they don't look at the analysis at all, and would rather count the money than bet on the Tiannu to win, coupled with Shenhao's heavy bet, the betting rate between the two has reached ten to one.

The audience of the Life Realm believes that this is a battle of the world outside the arena, and asks for help from the mainstream websites of the Life Realm to expand the circle.

Then again, a war of attrition is not only the choice of Qianshan, but also the choice of Luoga itself.

In terms of world conditioning, Luoga has reached the master level, even if he is not a professional spiritual cultivator in the future, he can still get a place in the industry circle of world conditioners.

By the time the bell rang at the end of the game, Luo Jia had already lowered the silk music of the small world to about ten, which was still Qianshan making trouble, and she had to maintain a certain amount of world power consumption, otherwise half a day's competition time was enough for her to make the small world into a perfect state.

Because the war spirit failed to distinguish the winner and loser, the small world was imprisoned after the game and sent to the judging area to get the winner according to the score.

The judging process of overtime was shorter than the normal Wenbi judging, and the two small worlds scrambled to move upward, and in the end, it was Luoga's who had a slight advantage.

The commentary was silent, although there was no boos in the audience, the stars were dim, but the stars were completely opposite to the cheers.

The players also had mixed emotions, not only did Luo Tiannu not lose, but used one game to adjust the small world on the verge of collapse, and then they had no chance of winning.

However, several players who had already fought against Luojia in Xingliuhe came to congratulate Luojia one by one.