"Not good!"

"Something happened to the Pavilion Master!"

Yan Xing woke up from his hidden cultivation, stood up suddenly, and felt it carefully for a moment, his expression became solemn.

In order to ensure the connection with the Pavilion Master, and also out of some kind of precautionary measure, he added something to the original leaf, which was a specially modified flesh and blood particle, which was integrated into the Pavilion Master's origin.

Just now, he lost his perception of particles, indicating that the Pavilion Master had encountered a fatal crisis, and might even be dead.

"Hopefully, it's still too late."

Yan Xing looked around, and after a large amount of devouring, the fragment world in the Tomb of Time was still endless. Only then did he notice that this thing was born in the void all the time, and with his current consumption rate, he couldn't swallow it all in a short time.

"I'm not short of energy right now, and the time here is abnormal, so I really can't stay any longer."

"We'll decide later!"

Pressing his thoughts, Yan Xing immediately stopped self-destruction, stretched out his hand and tapped his eyebrows, his mind focused, and the silver-white light slowly enveloped his body.

"Let me see if the talent after transformation and evolution is fundamentally different."

In this operation, the most improved is the [Time and Space Traveler] talent, and the time and space jump is an extension of the talent, and the strength of the two complement each other.

Instinct told him that as long as his mind was focused enough, he could roughly lock on to the range of the jump.

"Come and go freely, time and space jump!"

Buzz –

Between the birth and death of the brilliance, Yan Xing disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace of spatial fluctuations in its place, which was the same as the transition from the outside world.

In the eyes of the mastermind and others, it was extremely terrifying, and there was only one way to enter and exit the time tomb, and it still couldn't hinder Yan Xing, indicating that the power level of the [Time and Space Traveler] talent was extremely high.

The silver-white light flashed, and Yan Xing's gaze recovered, and he was already in a white vastness, and the robe on his body instantly turned into nothingness.

"Did it work?! This, here is ......"

Yan Xing's expression was overjoyed, he had only one thought in his heart just now, and that was to jump to the entrance of the Tomb of Time, that is, outside the palace.

Seeing the familiar pure white mist in front of him, his heart was suddenly shocked, he seemed to have only succeeded halfway, this level of mist was only found in the ruins, indicating that he should still be in the Demon Heaven Ruins now, but the position was a little off.

That's a big step forward.

After getting acquainted with the ability, this deviation can be corrected gradually.

The white mist space is hard to find, and his creation comes from this kind of place, and with a little hesitation, Yan Xing did not choose to leave. The matter of the Pavilion Master has already happened, for better or worse, it is not bad for this time.

"This is probably the deepest part of the Demon Heaven Ruins, and the sub-rats have been wandering among the ruins all year round, so they may be able to recognize what this place is."

Thinking of this, Yan Xing did not move rashly, and in a moment's thought, he took the rat out of the hell dimension.

"Squeak-"

The little eyes of the rat widened, his heart moved, his hair exploded, and the moment he came into contact with the pure white mist, his beautiful hair was instantly melted, and it was about to erode to the flesh and blood.

"The hosts! Save me!

It's over, rat rat, I'm really dead this time.

This old man is really the same as Wuhou Miaolun, and it has only been a long time, and he can't wait to kill it.

"Huh?"

Yan Xing's brows furrowed slightly, he didn't expect that the sub-rat could not be immune to the pure white mist, and at the last moment, he hurriedly shook the qi and blood, and a blood mist barrier appeared in the palm of his hand, enveloping the sub-rat and isolating the pure white mist from the outside world.

"Whew! Call! ”

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous, it's almost ......"

The sub-rat was instantly paralyzed, its skin had been melted away, revealing scarlet muscle tissue, and in a late moment, its entire rat was gone.

"Master, what are you doing?! If you want the rat to die, just say it, you don't have to work so hard! ”

"Ahem, sorry, it was my mistake."

Looking at Zi Rat's complaining eyes, a trace of embarrassment flashed in Yan Xing's eyes, it was indeed that he was not thoughtful.

"You once said you were immune to the dark mist, so I thought ......"

"Master, you're saying it's also a fog?!"

Zi Rat looked startled, and instantly came to his senses, the flesh and blood on his body squirmed, and his skin and hair grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"That's right, this white fog, above the pitch black mist, haven't you encountered it before?"

Yan Xing nodded, he also understood now, although the rat was a creature from a prehistoric civilization, it couldn't go to every place in the ruins, and it was an absolute forbidden area shrouded in pure white mist, and even it couldn't set foot on it.

"I haven't seen it." Zi Rat's expression was solemn, and he said slowly: "The fog with the highest intensity I have encountered is the color of pitch black, it lingers in the passage between the ruins, and it is very thin, only a wisp, most of it is still purple. ”

"Master, aren't you afraid of this horrible thing?"

The sub-rat's mouth opened wide, and only then did he react, his eyes looked up and down at the Yan Punishment covered in red fruits, and he didn't see any traces of the urging of the treasure supernatural powers, it seemed that he was just relying on physical defense?

"Didn't I say that? My means, beyond your imagination. ”

Yan Xing didn't want to go into this topic, so he shook his head and walked towards the depths of the mist.

"Let's go, you're here, come with me to explore this place."

The rat is also a living form of a prehistoric civilization, and it may be able to awaken its memory when it sees something familiar.

"Okay, okay, master, you have to be careful, I tried my best just now to resist the fog for a moment, if you do it again, you will definitely die!"

The rat shrank its head and curled up its small body in the blood mist as much as possible, and beyond this thin blood color, a wisp of white mist could kill it.

After a few moments, a pitch-black wall blocked the way, and it seemed to be the end of the place.

"So small?"

Surprise flashed in Yan Xing's eyes, this white mist space was much smaller than the one in the Creation Ruins.

Without much thought, he turned around, changed directions, and continued to explore the past along the pitch-black wall.

This kind of white fog space is completely isolated from perception, and you can only rely on the sight to witness it with your own eyes.

After walking through several platforms and climbing several stairs, the fog in front of me gradually thinned out. Yan Xing's heart was shocked, he had previous experience, and he immediately understood that he was almost at the core of this place.

"What are these things?"

Yan Xing's expression was stunned, and what he saw in front of him was not the imaginary corpses of saints, but just a few chairs with strange shapes, and a semi-circular platform, which was made up of many strange instruments of unknown reason.

Not to mention the corpses of saints, this place is clean, not even a single hair.

"Rat, do you know this place?"

"I don't know."

Zi Rat shook his head blankly, and looked up, and the white mist drifted in the distance, revealing the corner of the mold lake with the dark wall at the end.

"Huh? Look, master, there seems to be something on that wall! ”

Yan Xing fixed his eyes, and sure enough, it seemed to be a picture and a text, and hurriedly bypassed the semi-circular platform, walked forward, and crossed the barrier of the fog, and the pitch-black wall at the end suddenly came into view.

"Battleship of the Heavens, USS Truth?"

One person and one mouse looked at each other, and they all saw each other's puzzles, they all knew the Origin Divine Text, and at the top of the pitch-black wall, there was the largest line of words written, which was [Heavenly Battleship: Truth].

"What is the Heavenly Battleship?"

"I don't understand."

Yan Xing shook his head, his eyes wandered, and he saw a strange-shaped diagram underneath the text, outlined by simple lines, and marked with dense dots inside, like a three-dimensional anatomy of something.

One of the small dots, larger than the others, was crimson, with an arrow extending from the red dot and connecting with a piece of text in the blank space of the pitch-black wall.

"USS Truth, Time Restart Control Center, Battleship Status Refresh Criteria and Standards......

"Time Restart Log ......"

"Executive Transition Process......

『Precautions ......』

"Time to restart the control center? What do you mean..."

Yan Xing's heart trembled, Tong Kongmeng's contraction was like the tip of a needle, and he slowly turned around, looking at those strange instruments with a dull expression.

Could it be, does it say......

Yan Xing's expression was constantly changing, and he stepped forward like crazy, clinging to the wall, stretching out his finger and pressing on the red dot, using it as the center, measuring the small dots around him.

When I got closer, I found that there were thin interconnected lines between these dense dots, as if they were connecting channels to and fro.

"The hosts! Master! What's wrong with you? Don't scare me! ”

Zi Rat's expression was frightened, as Yan Xing's expression changed, the blood mist barrier was also fluctuating, as if it would collapse at any time, although there was not much mist here, it was enough to kill it.

"I see! I see! ”

"I understand, I understand......"

Yan Xing muttered, and the demon lost his mind.

"This should be the ruins of creation, that is, the command center of the Truth, right?"

Yan Xing's fingertips slid and slowly pressed on the center of the diagram, a pure white, the largest white dot.

"Heavenly warships, smelting the heavens and all worlds into one ship, a good heavenly warship, a good truth!

"This is the real face of the world?!"

"It turns out that our world is just a warship, a warship of the heavens......"

Yan Xing's expression returned to calm, his eyes were gloomy, and no one knew what he was thinking at this time.

"Hehe, hahaha, it's so much fun!"

"No wonder, no wonder, the timeline is covered so easily, completely ignoring the grandmother paradox!"

"The root is here! Hey! ”

Looking at the frenzied Yan Punishment, Zi Rat secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his curled body trembled slightly, and he didn't understand what was going on at all.

Why is it just a picture, it makes the owner crazy.