Buzz –

Behind Fang You, two huge light wheels appeared, embedded with one gem after another, symbolizing the source of power.

Inner Circle, the Authority of Time, the Authority of Thunder, the Authority of Fate, the Authority of Space, the Authority of Light, the Authority of Wood...... And so on, a total of more than ten root authorities, which appear in turn.

The outer circle also manifests the authority of destruction, the authority of circulation, the authority of the four seasons, the authority of growth, etc., and more than a dozen complete ordinary authorities.

Fang You stared at the power of thunder, as if he had grasped all the powers related to thunder in the entire universe.

"It's been four years since the Third Calamity Tide came."

"And I, too, have finally cultivated the power of thunder to 49.9%."

The power of authority, 0.1%, 1%, 10%, 50%, and 99.9%, each has a big bottleneck. It is very difficult to hold even 0.01% of the power of authority in the early stage, but it is much easier to improve it when you have enough power and power.

However, in just three or four years, he has cultivated the authority of thunder to 49.9%, which is somewhat unexpected to him.

The whole process was almost uninterrupted, and it was exceptionally smooth, as if it wasn't the first time he had practiced the power of thunder.

It's completely different from the situation when the moon lord next door cultivates, 0.1% can get stuck in the immortal desire to die.

Until, Fang You stuck at 49.99... On the bottleneck of 9%, this card is ......

"Three years and three years!"

"I've been practicing in the Secret Realm of Time for nine years, and I still can't cross this difficulty!"

There is not much time left in front of him, and Fang You is more or less anxious. He knew that it was useless to be anxious, he could keep his mind at peace, but he still wanted to be faster, faster.

It's a pity that he can't be fast.

Fang You somewhat understood why the Moon Lord, the Lord of the Stars, and other ancient beings had often been lying flat for tens of thousands of years—they had been cultivating for dozens or hundreds of years, and they couldn't take a step forward, and no one could stand it.

"If the root of the tenth realm is divided into small levels, the new one is one, the ghost face is two, the mother of nature is three, the lord of billions of radiances is four, and the previous moon lord is five, then, now I am probably at the eighth level, and the full level is ten."

Of course, maxing out is only maxing out the power of thunder.

The power possessed by a full level is not enough to fight against the evil gods.

He needs to take charge of more power.

……

Outside the walls of the oasis, an oasis that is completely silent.

The thin figure walked here, walking among the countless large, hideous-looking evils, which were unaware, as if in the eyes of the demons, this slender and delicate human girl was one of their kind.

No, she was their superior, and when An Miyu revealed her form, the evil formed by the condensation of the power of filth produced a feeling of fear.

Because of her filthy power, above the wicked!

An Jianyou's own pollution level is zero, but her eyes that glow with a surging blue brilliance contain an incomparably majestic world, and the gray mist in it is drifting, surging like a river and sea.

"Core Skill: Nether Envoy (Red 3 Stars)"

With her own strength, she pushed the skill of 'Nether Envoy' from the legendary level to the god and demon level, creating a way for skill upgrades. Over the years, with the help of her mentor and her own struggle, she has pushed this skill to a very advanced level.

Perhaps, it will not be too far from promotion!

With a single look, she can imprint and enslave a high-ranking demonic body.

The netherworld in her body is even more insignificant, and she is constantly absorbing the gray mist and filth of the outside world, and is giving birth to evil in the netherworld on its own.

"Whew~Whew~!"

With Anmiyu as the center, the area within a radius of hundreds of kilometers seems to be as black as lacquer and ink, and there is not a ray of brilliance.

From the dark and netherworld land, an invisible attraction spreads out.

In an instant, the surrounding gray mist continued to pour into the netherworld, as if it had been pulled by something.

In the blink of an eye, the gray fog of the surrounding thousands of miles of land was visibly thinned with the naked eye.

The attack of the high realm can temporarily remove the gray mist, but the essence of the gray mist is mystery and filth, they will always exist, and the total amount will not decrease.

The high-level realm attack is just like a comb in the middle, briefly clearing the gray mist.

An Jianyu's absorption really reduced the total amount of gray mist.

"Roar!"

Throughout the vast domain, the sea of gray mist surged violently, as if a living giant beast was roaring and roaring.

There was one high-ranking evil statue after another, gushing out of the fog, and hundreds of millions of evil around her also surged towards An Miyu, as if she had committed some great taboo.

Bang –

In the next moment, tens of thousands of meters long giant palms stretched out from the netherworld, grabbed the venerable high-ranking demon, and crushed it on the spot.

The rest of the evil spirits were devoured the moment they stepped into the netherworld within a range of hundreds of miles, and there were no bones left.

With An Jianyou's current strength, as long as she doesn't step into the Middle Mystery Realm, she can almost run rampant, even if she is ambushed by the evil god camp, she can still rely on the ability of the Nether Eye to leave easily.

However, she still frowned slightly.

She can ignore the treacherous, the evil god waiter, the scroller, she is not difficult to deal with as long as she is careful, but she still has a warning bell ringing in her heart, there is a big crisis coming!

It's the gray fog that is 'coming to life'!

Her instinct told her that this could not be resisted, and that the nature of the gray mist was inextricably linked to the evil god.

"Little red, little white, let's go."

Yasumi summoned two evil babies who were silently guarding her surroundings to protect her own safety, and her thin body sank into the terrifyingly black netherworld, and then the entire pitch-black earth also shrank back and disappeared.

Suddenly, An Jianyu appeared in another place outside the continent.

She looked into the distance, and the scenes of more than a dozen large domains were reflected in her dark eyes.

Her brow furrowed again.

The gray mist was still churning violently, and the great terror in it was like a huge wave, spreading and chasing her.

She didn't dare to return to the oasis city wall, for fear that the huge wave would cause damage to the city wall, so she could only continue to travel through the Great Domain and the Inter-Domain until she ran out of the Secret Realm and stood in the depths of the starry sky, and finally got rid of this great terrifying lock.

But when An Jianyou returned to the Secret Realm and chose a large domain to absorb the gray mist, he was quickly locked by the Great Terror.

She couldn't absorb much of the gray mist, so she had to retreat.

One month, two months, three months......

"No, it's too inefficient, and it's impossible to push the boundaries of your skills before the catastrophe strikes."

"Do you want to go back to exercising authority?"

An Jianyou shook his head again.

Her comprehension ranks high among the crowds, and the speed of comprehending the law is not slow, but under her own combat system, the influence of the law and authority on combat power is not so great.

If she wants to climb to the top, she will need to wield more authority, which is the right path and the only way to the end.

But it's not like there's no time!

Now I need combat power even more, even if it is a demon path, even if it is ...... It became terrifying to have to merge with the treacherous, and she, and she wouldn't back down.

Only by mastering stronger power can she help her mentor and be able to fight the catastrophe.

And absorbing the gray mist, not enough!

Yasumi Yu stood on the dead, desolate earth, with his head bowed, staring at his toes, and made a decision.

"Since it's too slow to absorb the gray mist, then ...... Then devour the entire domain. ”

"This great realm is completely silent, full of treacherous, filthy things, and sources of calamity, if it can be swallowed, it will be enough to help the Netherworld ascend."

"However, I can't devour it bit by bit, I have to...... Must swallow it all at once! ”

Her fists clenched slowly.

The chest rose and fell slightly, and with a breath and a breath, An Jianyu's eyes closed for a half and slowly opened.

The inky black began to spread again.

This time, it spread hundreds of miles away and continued to spread outward.

Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of miles.

The Netherworld of Anjian is almost that big, and this is only an insignificant corner of a large domain.

It's not enough.

If you want to swallow the big shark, you must have enough patience and will.

The Netherworld continues to spread, but only slowly.

In the center of the dark earth, the black-haired girl sat down with her legs curled, her eyes closed, all the power was used for the spread of the netherworld, beside her, several red and white evil gods guarded, in the strange and uninhabited domain.

……

On the banks of the vast, endless river of time, a figure came.

He was dressed in black, wearing a black mask, and exuding a cold aura from top to bottom.

"A place of time that connects the present, the past, and the future."

"Countless heroes."

Downward, there are countless branches, and with the power of his current time authority, it is still unclear.

Upward, there is only one source, but there is a heavy pressure on the face, which is suffocating.

The black knife's complexion did not change, and under the oncoming pressure, he raised his foot and slowly fell.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He was slow, but unwavering in his way upstream.

He didn't step into the river of time, but walked along the riverside, staring at the rough river and not moving away for a moment.

"First place."

The vast projection of the Immortal Legion emerged from the sky in the distance, and the black knife was backed by the Legion, gathering the power of the heroic spirits to salvage a phantom from the edge of the river.

】

This is not the true resurrection.

The black knife didn't dare to step into the river of time, and how could he dare to tamper with the timeline and resurrect a certain figure in history.

The phantom he salvaged was not even a remnant soul, it was just the mark left by some great figures in the historical time and space.

The sigil has no power, but in the Immortal Legion, the sigil has infinite possibilities.

The immortal legion whose imprint was submerged into the sky turned into a figure vaguely, wearing a crown and exuding majesty with his gestures.

The black knife continued to go up the river, stopping and stopping, sometimes salvaging one mark after another.

From time to time, he paused, letting out a low wheezing breath under his mask, but after a short rest, the black knife continued to move forward.

No, there are no breaks.

Under the pressure of time, his body will be tired and stressed, and sometimes he needs to ease down for a while, and the black knife will close his eyes to understand the law, or rehearse the formation of a simulated army in his mind.

Of course, it is impossible to rest, and there is no such word in the dictionary of black knives.

He tore it off.

For a moment, he continued to walk, to continue to salvage, repeating the same movements in this special place where there was no sunrise and sunset, like a puppet that was more than tired.

It's as if time is stuck in a cycle and remains the same.

Only, the projection of the immortal legion hanging high in the sky gradually filled.

It is the power that comes from the past, and the heroes of one era after another have gathered. They will continue to leave their legends in this era.

At the same time, Blue Star.

The great blue star swirls around the edge of the Strange Realm, spreading out the vast power of the world.

It is already the most dazzling world outside the world of treachery.

The vast membrane walls of the world stretch endlessly, diffusing a great power that makes the ancients awe.

In the Blue Star, more and more cities have been built, and traces of non-living beings can even be seen on some nascent continents.

A pair of eyes looking down on everything inside the Blue Star, gentle and gratifying, but also curious, curious about everything.

She's everywhere.

She is great and ethereal.

The vast consciousness floated in the sky above the blue star, and finally converged in front of Fang You and turned into a figure.

"Blue Star's Affair ......"

"Oasis...... The Great Will of the Sleeping Realm ......"

"Leave it to me~"

The figure slammed away, but it was still everywhere, like a cloud of air, and a cat rubbed his shoulder affectionately.

Fang You looked at Blue Star, then at An Jianyou, Black Dao and the others, and finally set his eyes on the River of Time.

"There's a little time left, and it's time for me to do my thing."

He summoned the Time Pavilion, drove the boat, and plunged into the vast river of time, speeding upstream.

Whoop –

Whoop –

In the Hanoi of time, time loses its meaning.

There is no sun and moon, no spring and autumn, and the surrounding scenery is unchanged.

It's just that with the continuous reverse swimming, the already turbulent river water became more and more turbulent, containing a big killing machine, and the Time Pavilion occasionally shook.

He has been in and out of the River of Time many times, traveling through multiple nodes of time and space, leaving behind ethereal legends.

He's familiar with it.

But it's not so familiar.

At least, he hadn't made it to such an upstream position.

He didn't want to find the end of the river of time, his strength was not enough, he just wanted to trace it and find the moment when the evil god came.

There are many doubts that must be seen to be solved.

He steered the Pavilion of Time, resolutely navigating against the waves.

It seems that he has been going against the current for a hundred years, a thousand years, and ten thousand years, and unconsciously, his temples are slightly white, full of the vicissitudes of time.

Buzz –

Fang You's expression was shocked.

The surging waves of time suddenly disappeared.

The river of time strangely calmed down.

"No, no, it's not calm!"

His eyes widened, staring into the distance, and an unstoppable wave rose in his heart.

The vast, great, and endless river of time was before his eyes......

It's broken!

Further afield, history is still rolling in and out, the era of the true gods before the arrival of the evil gods.

And under his feet is the beginning of the era of mystery and mystery after the advent of the evil god.

What about in between?

What about that history that countless ancient people can't tell?

It turns out that there is no history!