The Demonic Sect Ancestor Can Time Travel

Chapter 482 Collecting the net ()

"Where am I going?"

Ever since he became a glorious reincarnation, this question has often lingered in Song Heng's heart, and this time is different from the past. Although it is also a beam of light, this time it is very different.

Much grander!many!

Different from the main god's monotonous pure white beam of light, the transmission beam of light that enveloped him Song Heng and the fake Taoist Zhang Cunyi this time is a purple-black color full of evil and oppression. Unidentified howling and laughing, once "smashing down", everyone and everything except him and Zhang Cunyi were severely repelled.

No matter whether it is Taoism or supernatural powers, or supernatural missiles, whether it is planetary throwing, or black hole formation, it can't make the purple-black teleportation light beam shaken in the slightest. Not enough, it was easily pierced through, no matter it is the modular armor full of technology, the layers of shields with surging magic power, or the extraordinary dragon scales that the dragon relies on to run rampant in the multiverse, none of them can stop the seemingly slow but fast speed. The beam of light pierced through it, and the repulsive force that followed turned the super dragon, which was comparable in size to a planet, into a firework of flesh and blood, which exploded so brightly and chilled the heart.

So much so that before thoroughly confirming his own safety, Song Heng remained in a state of death-defying rigidity.

There is no way, who said that the teleportation business of the secret demons of the heavens is so similar in appearance and spirit to the bombardment of the Star Destroyer Weapon.

But this can't be blamed on the secret demons of the heavens. Excluding the little thought of advertising in front of many civilized forces, such a teleportation formation is a last resort. The fat Taoist who disguises himself as a reincarnation is the real core of the main god.

Cosmic coordinates, conceptual aggregation, energy reserves, and a storage space full of small worlds, no matter which one wants to teleport away, the power required is not simple.

No, even if there is a teleportation light beam with extraordinary momentum, the process of Song Heng and Zhang Cunyi's virtualization is extremely difficult.

As the figures of the two blurred, the space outside the purple-black beam of light shattered and spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, resembling the cracking sound of nails scratching a blackboard. The "surviving" creatures around the beam of light brought more intense and continuous blows.

The swarms of insects were crushed, the stars were wiped out, and the broken small world was further disintegrated. At that moment, the eyes of the Guiru Demon God seemed to be firmly attracted to him. This broken and stitched universe was kicked hard towards the end of destruction.

This "new universe" spliced ​​by many real or illusory universes and cosmic fragments slowly vibrated under a series of unpredictable reactions, and this vibration became more intense and uncontrollable as time went by .

"The strength of the secret demons of the heavens is a bit strong! This improvised universe is about to explode!"

I don't know whether it's because the cost of the sacrifice is enough, or the strength of the rewards from the secret demons from the heavens is excellent. The transmission process didn't make Song Heng, a semi-new and old reincarnation, feel uncomfortable at 01:30, no matter how drastic the external changes were, In the teleportation light beam, he only felt that his eyes were dark and then bright, and he appeared in the frontline base of the Six Demon Sects. During this process, he didn't even feel dizzy for the slightest bit. Compared with the teleportation service of the main god, the comfort is really improved Several grades.

However, he would rather faint for a while than hear the roar echoed in the command center of the base.

"Quick! Don't care if the universe is broken or not, the peak master and the others are coming soon, so get ready to respond!"

"Contact the secret demons of the heavens and ask them if they still accept the order sent!"

"Spatial turbulence is coming, Taiyi light splitting array is ready to resist the impact!"

……

Thanks to the super information processing ability of the monk Yuanshen, the chaotic command interaction in the command center did not bring real chaos. The monk Xianfan, who was busy with his body and mind, let the front line, which was mostly exposed due to the collapse of the planet, The base bloomed with brilliant brilliance. Under the cover of layers of new or ancient magic circles, the base tenaciously withstood the first wave of shock brought about by the cosmic turmoil.

"Brother Zhang, us?"

To be honest, looking at the staff arrangement, which resembles the base command center of the space launch center on the science and technology side, Song Heng is completely confused. The wrong style of painting is not so important at this moment, and there is no need to complain so much. When he was sent over, his mind was full of questions.

Although he could more or less guess that all of this had something to do with the fat Taoist priest Zhang Cunyi who he just met, but as the only "acquaintance", he still couldn't help asking him.

"Thank you little brother, we'll just wait here!" It was clear that Song Heng's eyes were full of doubts that were almost overflowing, but Zhang Cunyi, the representative of the main god's core personality at the heart of the incident, did not After giving any explanation, he patted Song Heng's shoulder lightly to express his relief, and then he lowered his head to study the complicated but also extremely beautiful magic circle of offering sacrifices to the secret demons of the heavens under his feet.

After all, Zhang Cunyi couldn't tell Song Heng bluntly that as a local child of luck, he was the outer packaging of the express delivery and the bottom stone for upgrading equipment, that would be too hurtful, too emotionless, and inhumane.

The cruel reality, not everyone needs to know!

"Respect, um, Mr. Zhang, our ancestor Wang from the Six Devil Sects will be here soon, please stay calm and rest for a while..."

As a "precious" trader and bargaining chip, people from the Six Devils Sect will naturally not neglect Zhang Cunyi. After intensive exchanges of spiritual consciousness, a real fairy guest who can speak well was soon pushed out as the key to the transaction. The reception in the early stage came to Zhang Cunyi's side and made a conversation.

"You're welcome, and you don't need to make arrangements. Just let me stand here. I'm very interested in this magic circle! Just let me know when your ancestors are here!" Also showed great kindness.

"Thank you for your understanding! You can call me if you have anything!" Ignoring Song Heng who was hesitant to speak, after receiving the answer, Zhenxian Keqing turned and left very simply, and returned to his previous post.

Immortals, no matter how eloquent they are, there is a limit.

As for the son of luck, who can ascend, who hasn't reached the time of great luck.

……

On the other side, Zhou Ke, who witnessed all this, quietly transmitted to Jiao Chuanzong: "Old Jiao, look at that son of luck..."

"A son of local luck, for the success of this teleportation, this guy's luck has been consumed so much, even if you play his idea, you won't be able to squeeze out any oil!"

"Oh, that's a pity. The method of winning luck in the Kaogong Hall is not expensive. I was thinking of changing out another one to change my luck. No one can suffer from going to the front line all the time. Stay!"

　The main story is slowly being written, and the author is also planning to finish the main story.There will be more extras to make up for the worldview and characterization. There are tentatively four, namely: "Letters to the Downhill" inspired by "16 Letters from the Demon King's Father", intending to write about the disciples who go up the mountain to practice, to their hometown, Missing and talking about relatives and friends; "Diary of Casual Cultivators", writing about the real practice world outside Dazong's gate; Associated.

　　
　
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