Ninety-one, ninety-two, ninety-nine

When there was only ** seat left on the altar, the entire secret realm space was only a few miles in size, and countless spatial cracks disappeared with the shrinking and squeezing of the space, and more than a few small cracks fused into larger spatial cracks with the distance, and the largest crack absorbed a large number of spatial cracks and actually divided the entire secret realm space in two.

A powerful suction force came out from the huge spatial crack, sucking all the surrounding cracks, whether small cracks or earth and rock, into the crack and disappearing.

Zhao Yang trembled, and even faster the speed of collecting the altar, and under the strong pressure, the speed of casting spells and pinching tricks was as much as two percent faster.

Fortunately, the last few altars he collected were at the very edge of the secret space, and Zhao Yang estimated that at the speed of the space collapse, it should be enough time to collect them all.

It's a pity that the most unreliable thing in the world is estimation, should and so on, when the secret space is getting smaller and smaller, and the speed of crack sucking is getting faster and faster, Zhao Yang only received the penultimate seat, and there was a kind of attraction coming, making his robe swing without wind and fly backwards.

"Damn, it seems too late, so it's the only way to do it!"

He took out the prison bell and threw it at the approaching crack, and the sound of more than ten bells sounded in a row, and continued to emit yellow ripples, miraculously stopping the approaching spatial crack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Yang took three altars in a row, until the fourth and penultimate one was heard, only to hear a buzzing sound of "dong", and the prison bell that fixed the crack was knocked away by the stronger and stronger pressure.

Put away the prison bell, and ignore the approaching giant crack, and put this altar away in one go.

Before coming to the last altar, the entire secret space was close to completely collapsing, and the huge spatial crack could no longer be called that, a gap in the middle like a black hole surrounded by silver light, like a gluttonous mouth, wanting to swallow everything in the vicinity.

Zhao Yang, who was standing in front of the altar and was casting a spell to put this altar away, only felt a super strong suction force pulling his entire body back, and he was wearing a Kunlun True Disciple Bagua Dao robe, like a hurricane blowing through the hunting sound.

Even if Zhao Yang squeezes his potential to the limit, the cast speed is increased to the maximum, but it will take time. The whole person, including the altar, slowly flows towards the black hole with the space it is in, and it becomes faster and faster.

"YY, do you want to hang up again?"

Glancing at the character panel, Zhao Yang was relieved, he could still afford to die at the level of fifty-one.

Although dying once will definitely cost him experience and items, the three most valuable seventh-order magic weapons in his body are all protected by equipment, and it doesn't matter if anything else is lost. Compared to this altar, the value is completely unequal, and it is completely worthy of death.

The only thing that is a little troublesome is that if you die this time, you will go directly back to the residence of the Kunlun Sect, and I don't know how long it will take to come here again, this task will definitely be yellow.

This is because the temporary respawn point on the ironclad only gives each player one chance to resurrect, and if they die, they will have to return to their original respawn point. This is also to prevent a gang war from becoming a war of attrition, if one side has an absolute advantage, then the other side will not be surrounded and turned into white, and the characters will be eliminated so badly.

What's even more troublesome is that the newly collected Evil Scatterer has not been arranged yet, and now the two demons are looking for him everywhere, and this evil cave under the island will not be able to hide for long, and it will definitely be found by the player. It's okay to be found by the Demon Gate, but it's troublesome to be found by the right path, and there is a chance that ** will be sent to reincarnation.

Such a high-quality thug, Zhao Yang will definitely be reluctant to let him die, the problem is that it is difficult to protect himself now, even if he wants to leave now, it is too late.

Thinking about all the means, Zhao Yang found that there seemed to be only one way to go back to death, or now there was a master to rescue him.

"It's a pity that my brother is not a sword cultivator, otherwise it is not impossible to rush out under the unity of body and sword."

"What should I do, this Kunlun kid is estimated to die in this, should I take the opportunity to run away."

The silver space storm below him was stirred up, and the faces of the people were cloudy and uncertain, and the heavens and men were at war in their hearts.

Although he had the intention to escape, he thought that there were so many righteous monks outside who were looking for him, and he didn't dare to go out, and it was not safe to hide here.

"It's hateful that Emei deceives people too much, and when I succeed in my practice, there will be a big reward! Now I have to be subservient. ”

After a few moments, the face of the Grim Scattered Man turned grim, and it was clear that he had made up his mind.

I saw that he was facing the silver space storm below, pinching his fingers, chanting words in his mouth, and then with a loud shout, several streams of essence blood spurted out of his mouth, forming a fist of blood-red and a light group wrapped in a trace of ghostly light in front of him.

With each mouthful of essence blood spurting out, the face of the Evil Soul Sanren turned white, and his hair dried up.

After a few breaths, as the law battle progressed, the blood-red light cluster slowly expanded and expanded, eventually forming a light cluster several feet large, and he also changed from a middle-aged man to a drooping old man.

Holding up the light cluster, the old man's eyebrows tightened, and his right hand pressed against a certain part of the space storm cluster, only to see that the light cluster in his hand turned into a thick blood-colored pillar of light, which actually broke through the broken space and penetrated the entire space black hole. And he himself was so weak that he almost had a problem flying.

Although it only runs through the edge of the space black hole, it is a miracle with his strength.

"Hey, someone came to my rescue? Who else knows I'm here? Could it be the Evil Scatterers? ”

Just as Zhao Yang finished collecting the last seat on the altar and was involuntarily pulled towards the black hole in the center of the space storm by the terrifying suction force, he suddenly found that a blood-colored pillar of light ran out of it at the edge of the storm, and then the pillar of light exploded, forming a short safe passage filled with infinite blood mist.

Without the slightest hesitation, he couldn't think of so much, even if Zhao Yang was mentally prepared to drop the first level, but now that he suddenly came to life, how could he miss it.

Eat a piece of Tianhua Immortal Dew to recover full mana, slammed the prison bell with his right hand, and consumed 30,000 mana to activate the "Ding" word formula of the Eight Laws of Prison Suppression, and fixed the passage that the blood-colored pillar of light had just exploded. Although it can only last two or three seconds in such a violent space storm, it is enough.

With a dash of his body, Zhao Yang plunged into the stable blood-colored channel and flew forward at full speed.

"Bell"

As soon as he entered the blood-colored passage, Zhao Yang only felt that his eyes were blurry, all of which were misty red mist, and he didn't care about anything else, he flew straight forward along the passage at full speed. And constantly vibrating the prison bell to suppress and maintain the passage, so that the speed of its collapse is slowed.

With Zhao Yang's speed, the distance of dozens of miles also passed in an instant. But the blood-colored passage collapsed faster, and although he continued to work hard to maintain the passage, it was a pity that the suction force of the space storm was too strong, far beyond the limit of what he could handle now.

As soon as he flew more than halfway, the passage completely collapsed, and the huge pressure pressed down, and the treasure light of the talisman tightened, making a "creaking" sound of wanting to break.

Nearly 20,000 mana is like a rushing river draining for thousands of miles, and every beating number is in thousands.

At this time, Zhao Yang was glad that his mana was high enough, and he could still hold on for more than ten seconds, and if he wanted a few thousand mana points for ordinary players, he would have died long ago.

"Click! Clang! ”

When he flew forward again for more than ten seconds, Zhao Yang's mana also bottomed out and was consumed cleanly. Without the support of mana, even if this prison bell is bullish, it is like waterless duckweed, and it can't turn over any wind and waves.

For the first time since obtaining this treasure, the defense treasure light has been broken. The terrifying space storm fell like the sky, pressing on Zhao Yang, who had no means of defense, directly pressing a mouthful of blood and spurting out, and was immediately blown away by the chaotic space storm.

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