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Eight hundred years of suppression, eight hundred years of no day.

Eight hundred years, for ordinary people, can last for dozens of generations, and there are too many people and facts that can change, maybe all of them, which means huge changes like vicissitudes.

Eight hundred years is a long time, even for monks. It can easily cultivate ten generations of the True Realm, or cultivate four or five generations of the Spirit Realm, or one or two generations of the Divine Illumination Realm.

For the Spirit Wandering Realm, eight hundred years is enough for them to go from life to death, and they also piggyback on an intermission.

If someone asks, who is Zong Changkong, don't be surprised.

The Three Thousand Desolate Realms are changing with each passing day, and the geniuses and strong people are like carps crossing the river. Eight hundred years of silence can make the past drowned out by the legends of generations of newcomers.

The young monk must have rarely heard of Zongchangkong.

There are only a few veteran monks who have hidden the brilliance of the name Zong Changkong in the depths of their memories. When the name is occasionally recalled, it is accompanied by reverence, surprise, fear, and so on, several complex emotions.

The Three Thousand Desolate Realms are vast and boundless, and strong people and geniuses from all over the world emerge in an endless stream like carp crossing the river, and at every turn, a generation of new people is replacing the old.

There are very few people who can really engrave their names in the history of the Three Thousand Desolate Realms, and only the top group of people in an era can leave their names in the historical occasions, just like the Great Desolate Sword God.

For many people, Zong Changkong will inevitably be one of them.

At least for Sui Kurong, what happened eight hundred years ago, he definitely didn't want to do it again, whether it was him, whether it was Xiong Chengwu and others, no one wanted to do it again.

Among the 800 years of suppression, the most ridiculous part is that this is a period of torment and sadness for Sui Kurong and others. Because none of the people who participated in the events of the year hoped that Zong Changkong would get out of trouble.

If Zong Changkong gets out of trouble, it will be everyone who will die together. No one wanted Zong Changkong to get out of the cage, and this became a matter of fear for everyone, including Sui Kurong.

I can't kill it, I can't kill it, I can't get sleepy, and I'm worried about breaking out of the cage. This is one of the most painful parts of Sui Kurong and others.

For Zong Changkong, when he was first captured, when he was suppressed by the boundless vacuum lock, it was the period when Zong Changkong resisted most violently. It was also the most torturous and dangerous time for Sui Kurong and others.

Fortunately, Zong Changkong seemed to accept his fate later, and gradually fell silent, and this kind of struggle and resistance gradually became less. Only once or twice a while, it is performed regularly.

The fierce struggles and resignation to silence gradually consumed the enthusiasm and energy of those who were suppressed and suppressed.

Sui Kurong had the impression that Zong Changkong had been quiet for three hundred years, as if he had resigned himself to fate.

He thought it was, and he really thought it was.

If Tan Weiran was there, he would tell Sui Kurong what was wrong.

From the cultivation of the apprenticeship in the Xingtian Sect, Zong Changkong is not a person who resigns himself to fate, but a will not to accept fate, which made Zong Changkong have later achievements.

He was wrong.

"Hohoo!"

The roar was like a burning flame, as if it was on all the blood, and the blood burned with it at once.

If this were the sea, then the howling sound that shook the nine heavens would have set off a monstrous wave in the sea*.

If this is a desert, then this earth-shattering howl will surely stir up a storm of sand and dust to sweep through the people.

Sui Kurong did not move cross-legged, and there seemed to be no movement on the outside. However, in his mind, he clearly encountered a stormy impact from Zong Changkong.

Sui Kurong's divine soul was like an ocean, and the howling of Zong Changkong was completely raging back and forth, and the force that came from the fierce impact along the vacuum lock was like a giant beast in the wilderness, and the momentum alone was terrifying.

Only Sui Kurong himself knows the Tao, no matter how serene his appearance is, he can't hide a fact, and his mind is almost boiling.

In the entire two ears, all that could be heard was the arrogant roar of Zong Changkong. What was boiling in the soul was the ferocious attack of Zong Changkong. All of them, so that Sui Kurong's whole person was like being in the most irresistible storm.

It's just that all of this is impacting along the vacuum lock, happening in the soul, and it can't be seen on the surface.

Sui Kurong's face was gloomy, eight hundred and seventeen years later, Zong Changkong was still in good spirits, although his sharpness had decreased, his fierceness had not diminished at all.

For a moment, Sui Kurong, who was not on guard, spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was ashen, and he said lightly: "It's useless, Zong Changkong, it's useless no matter how hard you struggle, you will never be able to get out." ”

"You just continue to struggle, I also want to see how downtrodden the Sect Changkong was back then, and how downtrodden he is today. With you as a lesson from the past, I can do better. ”

Sui Kurong's body trembled, and laughter came out of his spirit, and the laughter became more and more violent: "If you want to struggle, hurry up and struggle." Because, at most, seven years, you will lose even the opportunity to struggle. ”

"Pity you, the invincible Zong Changkong back then has ended up in such a situation today, it's really ridiculous, it's really ridiculous, haluha!"

At this time, somewhere ......

Zong Changkong stood quietly.

Zong Changkong, who has broad shoulders and a strong body, has a plain face, which is not handsome or dazzling. Just standing there, it is like stepping on the earth with your feet on the sky and the sky above your head, which is a kind of bearing called standing up to the sky and the earth.

Zong Changkong smiled, with indescribable sarcasm: "Sui Xiaosan, what I taught you back then, you have lived all these years, and you still can't remember it, and you can't learn it." Your achievements in this life are destined to be like this. ”

Sui Kurong showed a wisp of anger, he knew what was the key point of the Dao Sect Changkong, and sneered and said, "Zong Changkong, now it seems that you are my prisoner." The most important thing is that Gu Laozu said that what you teach is worthless. ”

"Cherish ......"

Zong Changkong was silent, as if someone had robbed him of his spirit, and for a short while, his unyielding fighting spirit resurfaced. Looking at him, you will empathize with a feeling of upliftment.

Moving with each step, Zong Changkong surged in one step, emitting a low whistling sound, along the vacuum lock, to all ends in all directions.

"Zong Changkong, give up...... Why struggle and give up. ”

"Zong Changkong, you are dying, you dare to be so presumptuous. Do you really think that my Star Dou Sect will not be able to clean you up? ”

At the ends of the vacuum, the words of each came quickly, either full of depressed counsel or irritable anger.

Zong Changkong turned a blind eye and heard nothing, and his arms and feet were forked: "Get out of here!"

Seven or eight rays of light emerged silently from the hands and feet, one end was tied to the hands, feet, waist, neck and head, and the other end extended into the void and disappeared.

Zong Changkong grabbed these invisible chains with his backhand, and when he stomped his feet, the terrifying energy exploded for hundreds of miles. The impact was like a wave of rage, and some people scattered all over the Three Thousand Desolate Realms shook their hearts violently, their faces turned pale and their blood spurted out heavily.

A body of muscles and flesh is like a diamond iron bone, Zong Changkong swallowed mountains and rivers with the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers, grabbed these chains, and turned out to be a handful of them, and pulled those chains out of the void for dozens of zhang.

The seven people in four places turned red in an instant, and blood poured into their faces. Seven people, including Sui Kurong, vomited blood in unison.

Seven people in four places all exuded terrifying fear, this person was really terrifying.

A person who has been suppressed for 817 years is not only not depressed, but is even more powerful and terrifying than back then!

"No matter how hard you struggle, it's useless. Sui Kurong said lightly: "We are not one person, nor are we eight people. We are the Mingxin Sect, the Star Dou Sect, and the Luoxia Sect......"

Sui Kurong was right. Even if Zong Changkong is powerful and makes Sui Kurong and others disgraced, it will not help.

If Zong Changkong wants to break out of the cage, it is not the eight people who have to be defeated, but the sect behind these eight people. Even if he can traumatize Sui Kurong, Jin Hongxue and others can then take turns to suppress him.

Even if the impact hits Xiong Chengwu hard, there are still Cheng Qiying and others who can come out.

Unless......

"Unless, someone can destroy the three, two, or even one end of the Infinite Vacuum Lock. ”

Will there be?

Zong Changkong is looking up at heaven in hell.

............

Zong Changkong's distant conversation in a distant place was very far away from the conversation, and he didn't know anything.

Being in the hidden hall of the Luoxia Sect, Tan Weiran did not act rashly, the turbulent times in the previous life of TOEFL made all kinds of information leaked by various factions, and he had heard of the boundless vacuum lock because of this, and this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

Tan Weiran groaned: "I don't know what will happen if I sit on it." ”

In fact, he knew that the Dao was definitely not very good, unless Xiong Chengwu took the initiative to vacate his position, otherwise as soon as he sat down, the divine soul would definitely have the most direct and violent conflict with Xiong Chengwu's divine soul, and he would be dead. It's just the difference between dying happily and being uncomfortable.

"If you can communicate with Zong Changkong, even a word will be easy to do. ”

How can I unlock one end of an infinity vacuum lock?

I don't know what to do. I've heard of it, and this is the first time I've seen it. From the perspective of technique, he didn't know how to solve the Dao at all. But, from another point of view, he felt that he should know a way.

The best way to break out of the cage is to simply break the cage directly.

The simplest, most brutal way to destroy it with force.

Tan Weiran calmed down, slowly drew his sword, and pointed directly at the end of the boundless vacuum lock.

Tan Weiran exhaled a breath of turbidity, cleaned up his chaotic and surging mood, and calmed down again. Outside, Xu Cunzhen and Mingkong are fighting bloodily, and they may fall down at any time, and one more breath he has here is a waste, endangering the two ancestors.

He didn't want to wait, and he didn't want to study.

In the simplest and most brutal way, destroy it and destroy it!

Talk about Weiran, a sword swing!

The futon, which was as smooth as jade, turned into pieces as smooth as jade.

Everyone seemed to hear a crisp wail.

Among the eight chains of light that wrapped around Zong Changkong, one of the chains that was as bright red as fire suddenly shattered. (To be continued)

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