And itself space.

The man with the sword was speechless.

Listening to a loud noise outside the space of an unknown number of layers, my eyes were full of disbelief.

He remembered clearly, he was about to go in just now.

The place where the voice came from was in front of me, and the two sides were very close.

At that time, as long as you punch yourself, it will be fine.

When the time comes, as long as there is a small hole, pull that guy out and it will be fine.

But the fists are clenched, why is the space still running?

Why did you suddenly go so far? It's a long way apart.

The distance between these two or three spaces, how can you let yourself pass?

If you pass through the space barrier, there is a high possibility that you will encounter something strange and delay time.

If you go straight through the walls of the space, the ghost knows if you can get out.

After all, some masters are relatively six, and you can walk around casually, which is really easy to hit.

It's really not fun to be detained somewhere when the time comes.

There are few masters in the Eastern Continent now, and he is considered a top one.

There is also a dragon head, and the clown is also half a half.

In this way, the problem of adding, subtracting, and calculating one is big.

It's very simple, it's a big loss.

At that time, as soon as the masters of the Western Continent were dispatched, the dragon head had to be consumed to death.

Don't underestimate those guys in the Western Continent, they can really do this kind of shameless thing.

So this kind of danger can't be taken either, it's too unsafe.

If you jump over here, you might be in danger.

Every space is folded, and one floor is the next.

It is divided into logical space, memory space, fact space and non-real-time space

Every space is like a swimming pool, and every barrier is like a dark sword.

If you jump right this time, you can go in directly, but what if you can't get in?

Or even more unlucky, jumped right when you jumped over, but didn't go in completely.

Where has it been drilled? But there's still a piece out there.

It's really fun, and it's not fun at all.

To put it bluntly, it's stuck.

At that time, you can wave, and it will be okay to have a wave in the wave.

After all, there are not many strong people in the world, and even if there are strong people, strong people will not run around.

And in this respect, your luck is not much better.

At most, when he sang loudly, he led the passers-by, but he couldn't tell if he had to suffer many murders and treasure grabbings.

That's what happened, and it had to be considered.

But what is most lacking now is time, if you don't believe it, you will know that the voice is getting weaker and weaker.

The clown inside should not be able to support it, after all, that spiritual power is too wasted.

And as a strong man, he abolished spiritual power in such a large number.

My body can't support it for long, and it's almost like looking for death.

But I understand him myself, and I have to convey the message in this oldest way.

Presumably, there may be something wrong with this space, otherwise it wouldn't be running around.

The man with the sword pondered.

And the sound is sometimes in the east and sometimes in the west, obviously in the folded space, it is moving.

As for the specific location, I'm afraid it's useless to get the best mathematicians in the world.

This can be calculated, both high-tech and magical.

But time is running out, and that tells itself.

You think, inevitably.

You've figured out the last record, and he doesn't know which corner he's running to.

You can only give it a go, but you can't fight with your life.

The man thought to himself, and began to rummage through his hands quickly.

And within the space.

There was another thud on the clown's forehead, and the clown lay on the ground.

Now the pillar on his shoulder also fell off, and he fell to the ground in one fell swoop.

As a bottomless pit appeared, the white airflow shrank a little more.

In the cold wind of the big cave, the pillar was completely deformed.

Calling him a pillar is too much to look up to him, and after a fight, it is more appropriate to call him Chase.

It looks very similar, and the pestle is the same on the earth.

The human-like dog-like is described as a column-shaped cone-like.

Mm-hmm, no problem.

The clown's mind went blank and he lost the ability to think for a short time.

His hands were already bloody and his shoulders had collapsed for a while.

He knows his situation very well, and this time I'm afraid it's going to be bad.

I knew that I wouldn't jump in this space, and I still overestimated my ability.

I originally wanted to use the rules to kill the two people in the back, but I really didn't expect that the rules were the masters of this space.

did not use the rules successfully, but was reversed.

The body was already weak, and it was beaten by a beating.

And finally found that there was rescue here, and hurried over, but now there is no movement.

How clever the clown is, he naturally knows what is going on.

I also have a deep understanding of the horror of this space, and I understand the people outside.

Although this is separated, it is a thin layer of protective wall.

But the energy is not ordinary, and there are rules to help defend.

It's scary.

It's just that I thought of everything, so now I can't think of anything.

The clown was lying on the ground, almost half of his bones broken.

It's like one of the most powerful bugs of the past, now with its limbs broken and thrown to the ground.

He struggled unwillingly, and was lost in the glory of the past.

I hate my pride, but I want to get back on my feet.

His whole person has long been dull, just waiting for the world to deal with things.

How could his move be so comfortable, and how powerful the white pillar was.

Which trace of this place is not transformed by his spiritual power, isn't it powerful? Isn't that weak?

Do you mean he can bully or be proud, or do you mean that he is something?

I can't say anything, I understand everything I know.

I don't understand nature, and I feel uncomfortable.

You are Qi Xin Yicai, but the world is always unwilling.

For example, now.

After the white pillar slowly dispersed, more than a part of the spiritual power had returned to the master's body.

But the clown didn't want to get up, so he lay on the ground full of ruins for hundreds of miles of the big pit.

But only because he was lying on the ground, this was the best angle to observe.

He suddenly saw it, and he was suddenly stunned.

Because this point is too mysterious, because the sky is broken.

The sun hanging overhead fell like a broken street lamp.

In the end, it exploded into a ball of flames in mid-air several kilometers above the ground, and dissipated into dots.

In the alternating light of light and darkness, the canopy was cut out of a large opening of several hundred meters.

A huge rod came in, and the long line hung down to the ground.

And a familiar voice was heard in the distance.

"Hold on, pull you up."

The clown who suddenly saw all this was a little afraid to think.

But he was originally a strong man who had cultivated for many years, and the receptivity in his heart naturally had extraordinary power.

With just a slight pause, the strength of the whole body recovered a little.

He didn't wait, rolled over and got up.

And then the thread floated as if it were alive, and it drooped all the way to the clown.

The clown didn't care too much, and grabbed the rope with both hands.

Then he quickly tied the fishing line around his waist, and tied his hands and feet a few times.

The clown didn't shout until he was insured.

"Don't worry."

With a loud voice, there was a response.

A huge force came, coupled with the clown's Zhu Fei.

Almost like a straight line, it flew up at once.

Unlike others who have an arc, he flew straight up.

In an instant, it passed through the clouds and crashed headlong into the sky.

With a loud boom, the rift was also healing rapidly.

The rules sensed the crisis, and dozens of laws rushed over.

The various attributes spread together at the same time, and waved like a plate eraser.

The edge of that power has reached a top-notch point, and it must have died miserably.

And the clown's side is also used to seeing wind and waves, and he is not worried about his life.

Just radiating his strength, trying to fend off attacks from all directions.

The body was getting closer and closer to the crack, and the clown's heart was slightly raised.

He was still flying fast, and the plate eraser composed of dozens of laws also waved over.

The crack is less than 10 meters.

He's still healing, and the rules are even more anxious.

He asked for immediate healing, and although he was unconscious, his emotions were difficult to control.

And all three sides are afterburning, and this thing is stuck.

It refers to the struggle for life, and the wind and thunder converge.