The sudden situation left the archbishop in a state of confusion and confusion.

The five fingers of his right hand were spread out, and then he grasped it weakly, as if trying to hold something.

But it is clear that nothing can be grasped.

The ritual on his body is completely gone, and the only proof that can return to the real world is gone.

The archbishop is now alone in the long river of time, surrounded by nothing but an infinite number of information factors.

He became a ghost.

A real ghost.

Why did the ritual suddenly disappear? How do I get back......

Countless questions arose in the archbishop's mind, but the next moment, they were all dispelled by himself.

His face was heavy, a sign that confusion had begun to invade his mind.

It won't be long before he loses his mind and becomes a monster roaming around until the end of his life.

Damn it!

As for the disappearance of the ritual, although it was beyond his knowledge of the mystery, it was certainly the work of the Lord of Dusk.

For now, he can only rely on the last hole card.

The sand of time shook slightly around his neck, and then he grabbed it and dragged it down, squeezing it tightly in his hand, as if it was about to be crushed.

Just as he was about to take the initiative to die, the Lord of Dusk finally began to move.

The orange-red color is like a boundless wall, moving at a fixed speed, unhurried.

But in the eyes of the archbishop, it was like a whole world, with an unstoppable momentum, crushing towards him.

Then, the body of the Lord of Dusk, like a boulder, smashed straight into the river of time!

He unleashed a furious wave, spreading rapidly in all directions, as if it were the roar of a giant beast, surging and churning.

Endless information factors rushed into the distance with the monstrous waves, and then collided fiercely together.

Once upon a time, the time that had been calm and waveless was broken, and a huge gap appeared here.

It's like the sky is shattering, and the landslide and tsunami are blowing.

Seeing this, the archbishop's sanity seemed to decline rapidly, and his mind shook violently, and he fell into confusion.

But time is powerfully inclusive and revisable.

The Lord of Dusk used the waves set off by his huge body to churn outward and pass through. However, the farther away it is, the smaller the ripples become, and in the end it is just a little ripple, and then it slowly subsides.

Just like a stone thrown into a calm pond, although it stirs up ripples, it will eventually return to calm.

……

Ji Yan's consciousness was confused, as if sleepwalking.

He remembered that it seemed to be the family breaking through the realm, and then something kept calling him, but he ignored it, and then came here for some reason.

It was a strange feeling for him here, except for the long river that flowed quietly in the distance, everything was in chaos and nothingness, but it was closely connected to reality.

And he seems to be a little unable to control himself, as if he was drunk.

At this moment, Ji Yan only felt that his thoughts were fluctuating, and his joys, angers, sorrows, and joys were changeable.

It seems that the normal reason has been removed, and everything you think and think is determined by the heart.

When the archbishop woke up, his eyes were orange and red, and he immediately realized that there was the Lord of Dusk in front of him.

The archbishop is now dragged out of time by Him and placed in front of him.

He silently felt the various situations of his consciousness body, and he was confused and occupied a small part of his mind, and his body was also a little dim by the impact of information factors.

None of these issues have much to do though.

He looked up at the Lord of Dusk in front of him, pondered for a moment, and decided to provoke him.

So he was the first to speak: "Despicable and shameless evil god, do you know that your end is coming!" ”

Then the archbishop paused slightly, carefully observing the changes in the Lord of Dusk.

However, seeing that he did not seem to move, he continued to increase his efforts.

"The Holy and Great Lord of Radiance is coming!"

"In the light of our lord's radiance, there is no hiding place for your evil gods!"

“……”

As a civilized person, he has very few words of insult, and only a few weak words such as "evil you will be destroyed by justice" and "you are just a thief who has stolen mysterious power".

If it weren't for the Lord of Dusk, he was born as a god, without father or mother.

Otherwise, you can hear a few words like "your mother".

Ji Yan cast his eyes on the tiny insects that were croaking.

And the archbishop, who was speaking impassionedly, seemed to feel something, and spoke more vigorously.

He is now the embodiment of justice, vowing to destroy the evil god full of sin in front of him.

Ji Yan was puzzled by this.

What is he talking about? Are these innocuous words really scolding me?

The archbishop's heart was a little anxious, and he found that the Lord of Dusk in front of him did not make any movement under his insults.

Simply grit your teeth, gather all the strength in your body, and launch a fierce attack on Him.

Little by little, the light of holiness gathered in his hands, and it was faintly seen that the archbishop's consciousness was getting darker and darker.

The ball of light in his hand grew brighter and brighter, and a vague aura lingered inside.

Then it blasted into the Lord of Dusk, but the attack that would have wiped out the mountains only hung a layer of sand over his body, and then calmed down.

Ji Yan was unimpressed in the face of the archbishop's attack, but what could he do with the attack of the ants?

But he sensed a breath from within.

A familiar breath.

This breath seemed to help Ji Yan turn on some kind of switch, and there was endless hatred in his heart that seemed to want to bury him, and his anger gradually grew.

Ji Yan didn't know why he had an urge to roar in his heart, so he really roared.

"Radiance!"

He was furious and lost his mind.

The huge body of the Lord of Dusk directly crushed towards the archbishop with the aura of the Lord of Radiance.

With surprise in his eyes, the archbishop clenched the sands of time in his hand, looked at the oncoming peak, and suddenly his eyes went dark.

Then there was a flash of light in his hand......

After the disgusting aura disappeared, Ji Yan finally regained a little sense, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and was about to go back.

That familiar aura reappeared.

Ji Yan stared at the archbishop who had reappeared in front of him, and the suppressed anger climbed up again, running over the dazed worm.

……

The archbishop who had managed to return an hour ago looked in amazement at the orange-red wall above it, an endless mountain range, and he still remembered the mountain that had killed him.

I'm not, haven't I gone back an hour ago?

Why?

Why am I still trapped in the long river of time!

Staring at the sand of time in his hand, the deep blue light on it had dimmed for a minute.

The Sands of Time have indeed been activated.

But......

Before he could think of anything, a sharp pain struck, and it turned out to be a second intimate encounter with the Lord of Dusk.

The Great Sect Master woke up again, looking at the mountains in front of him and continuing to be stunned.

Then it went dark.

Third ......

Fourth ......

Fifth ......

On the sixth time, his heart was in turmoil.

Because the power contained in the sands of time is only enough for him to sustain seven times.

That is, next time, he will really face death.

The shadow of death haunted the archbishop's mind, and he only now realized that he had become a small evil god.

The power of God is beyond mortal comprehension or words.

The archbishop roared, his eyes full of cowardice, begging only for the great Lord of Twilight to spare his life.

But it was as if He had heard but not heard.

In the archbishop's desperate gaze, the mountain peaks that had been seen again and again quickly magnified in front of him.

For the seventh time, the sand of time "clicked" and shattered into several pieces.

The archbishop awoke again, looking at the fragments in his hand, his eyes glazed over, his white-gold eyes cloudy.

Immediately, he abandoned his beliefs and the idea of teaching day and night.

With a crying voice, he said to the gods in front of him: "O great Lord of Dusk, I would like to be your devout believer and honor you as Lord!" Enshrine you in my heart! ”

But the Lord of Dusk did not stop at all, and the archbishop was so disillusioned that he had to close his eyes and usher in his own end.

It's been a long time.

The archbishop's expected death did not come, he opened his eyes, looked at the immovable god, his legs weakened, and he knelt down.

Did he save his life?