Fantasy_ Taking on the son of destiny as a disciple and conquering the world forever

Taking advantage of the melee between several disciples, Jiang Chen quietly appeared on the top of the World Tree.

Today’s World Tree has grown countless times, and its canopy covers the entire Qingxu Peak. It does not continue to grow, but it seems to be standing in another space, without affecting the sunlight at all.

However, every leaf of the World Tree is as green as jade, filled with the vast power of Naxumi Yu Mustard Seed, and filled with endless power of the world.

Flying over a leaf is like crossing a vast world. Each leaf is faintly connected to a real vast world. The closer you get to the World Tree, the more insignificant you can feel.

Jiang Chen used the word “empty” to appear on the top of the world tree, and merged with the world tree. He focused on the word “shi” in the ancient Chinese character that he had harvested this time.

Suddenly, Jiang Chen’s mind seemed to be integrated into the long river of time, and he seemed to be standing at the end of endless time.

At this moment, Jiang Chen seemed to have seen the changes of one great era after another. One after another, majestic figures jumped out of the water in the long river of time, blooming into waves that shocked the past and present. After being extremely dazzling, they finally died out. Following the passage of time, The long river rolls forward.

The bright and dark figures in the long river of time were all hazy and illusory, exuding different aura fluctuations, which Jiang Chen could not see clearly.

Moreover, Jiang Chen vaguely sensed that there was an extremely powerful time force acting on him, and he wanted to assimilate himself into a part of this long river of time.

If it weren’t for the ancient Chinese character “Shi” in his body, Jiang Chen’s consciousness would have been instantly shattered into nothingness by the vast power of the river of time, and turned into the purest principle of time in the river of time.

Jiang Chen understood that this was because his grasp of time was too superficial.

If you master the power of time to the extreme, you can clearly understand any subtle changes in the long river of time, and you can even travel to any place in the long river of time.

Jiang Chen had just come into contact with the word “time”, and the time power he could exert was limited. He could barely block the assimilation of the long river of time, but it was difficult to travel freely in the long river of time.

Just when Jiang Chen wanted to exit this state, he suddenly felt a time ripple not far away, and there was a faint aura of Fang Qinghan under the time ripple.

Jiang Chen’s mind moved slightly, and he fell into this ripple of time. The countless time around him turned into colorful streams of light and flew by.

In just a moment, Jiang Chen’s eyes suddenly opened up, and a whole new world appeared.

This is a world that is completely different from the Xuanhuang world. Birds, beasts, fish, insects, and even flowers, plants, and trees within tens of thousands of miles have all lost their vitality. Mountain peaks collapsed and shattered, and endless huge cracks spread into the distance and shattered. Treasures such as war weapons, spears, and ancient mirrors were scattered randomly on the ground, as if they had just experienced a shocking battle.

Hundreds of mutilated corpses are scattered scattered among the broken mountains and forests. All the essence of flesh and blood of the corpses has disappeared, leaving only withered bones. The aura of death is permeated and the Taoist charm is natural.

In the center of the battlefield, on a mountain that nearly collapsed in half, there was a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old sitting cross-legged in silence. Her face was pale and her breath was vague. She was Fang Qinghan!

A black-red feather-like mark suddenly dissipated in the center of Fang Qinghan’s eyebrows, and the faint power of the lifeless curse dissipated.

At this time, Fang Qinghan was in a very bad state. Most of his life force had been consumed, his true spirit had disappeared, his life palace was closed, the chakra was silent, his whole body had lost all his cultivation, and he was infinitely close to running out of oil. He was trying his best to mobilize his divine power to recover.

Jiang Chen suddenly realized that he had traveled to 20,000 years ago!

At this time, Fang Qinghan had just killed the descendants of Saint Hanxu of the Yuhuaxian Dynasty. He was subjected to the bloodline curse cast by Saint Hanxu from a distance, and all his cultivation was lost. Finally, the bloodline curse was removed, and the origin of his own life was lost. But it was also seriously damaged.

Although the bloodline curse launched by Saint Han Xu was far away, even though Fang Qinghan’s own cultivation was exhausted and most of his life source was consumed, Fang Qinghan, with his imperial cultivation, was able to break away the saint’s curse. It can be said that It is extremely rare!

Jiang Chen just wanted to help Fang Qinghan, but found that he was just an invisible spiritual thought, unable to mobilize much power at all, and was still being squeezed and squeezed by the long river of time, and might disappear in this era at any time.

“Qinghan, I am your future master! You have been targeted. Find a way to worship the Zixiao Holy Land in the Xuanhuang World. Only then can you have a chance of survival!”

Jiang Chen forcibly resisted the squeeze of the long river of time, sent a message to Fang Qinghan, and at the same time used the power of the word “empty” to directly transfer Fang Qinghan to the outside of the Zixiao Holy Land in the Xuanhuang World.

After doing all this, Jiang Chen could no longer block the squeeze of the long river of time. This invisible god

Thoughts disappear from this time and space.

Fang Qinghan opened his eyes and looked at the Zixiao Holy Land in front of him, his eyes full of shock.

“Zixiao Holy Land? This is the Xuanhuang World?!”

“Just now, I was still in the great world of Tan Ming, and in an instant I crossed hundreds of worlds and came to this great world of black and yellow. What kind of magical power is this?”

“My future master? Is there really anyone in the world who can travel through time?”

“Although I don’t know the name of this future master, I remember his voice and breath. Sooner or later, we will meet him again!”

“The most important thing right now is to worship in the Zixiao Holy Land first!”

Fang Qinghan, who had lost all his cultivation, walked toward the Zixiao Holy Land with endless questions.

Not long after Fang Qinghan left the Tanming World, a tall old man in feathers appeared in the Tanming World. Looking at the ruins and bones on the ground around him, a surge of holy power spread from his body, and he roared angrily: ” Fang Qinghan! If you dare to kill my only bloodline, even if you run away to the ends of the earth, you will never escape my grasp!”

This old man in Yuyi is clearly the Saint Hanxu whom Qinghan cursed from across the sky!

Saint Han Xu took away the remains of the corpse below and sat cross-legged in the void. His eyes were slightly closed, and he performed strange hand gestures with his hands. His whole body revealed a mysterious and mysterious aura fluctuation.

Soon, feathers that seemed to be real or illusory were swaying around Saint Hanxu. Each feather gave people a feeling of feathering and ascending. They circled and danced along the mysterious trajectory, seeming to be calculating some mystery of heaven and earth.

After a moment, Saint Han Xu suddenly opened his eyes, with a look of surprise in his eyes: “Why are they so far apart? Is there a realm teleportation formation nearby?”

However, Saint Hanxu didn’t think too much, and released his spiritual thoughts wantonly, looking for the aura fluctuations of the realm teleportation formation in this bright world, and wanted to rush to the Xuanhuang world as soon as possible to hunt down and kill him. Fang Qinghan.