In the virtual sea where time and space are solidified, countless worlds shine.

At this time, a ray of light passed by, passing through the gaps of various worlds. At one moment, it seemed that the target had been surveyed and stopped beside a vast world.

A faint light flashed, revealing the appearance of the ghost Taiyi. He looked at the world below, as if he had seen through the heavy crystal walls, and chuckled, "It's this."

He suddenly exploded, turning into circles of faint light ripples spreading, faintly permeating into the long river of time and space.

At this moment, inside the sixth-level world below, there was a surging wind and clouds. The Taixuan World was originally peaceful, but a hundred years ago, a strange man from outside the sky suddenly arrived and continued to invade the world.

Because the other party had a mysterious sixth-level powerful man, the indigenous people retreated step by step.

Now the crisis of survival is imminent. The powerful man activates some kind of pollution, making it difficult for all spirits to adapt. Premature death and distortion occur from time to time, while the enemy is not affected, like a fish in water.

The sky is gray, the earth is radiating everywhere, and the green mountains and green waters turn into scorched earth.

The True Lord of the Desolate Core sat cross-legged in the clouds, and a great god standing upright behind him stood, emitting a dark and depraved aura all over his body, as if he was walking out of the abyss.

He looked at the indigenous people below who were killed in large numbers and sighed: "After doing this, I should be closer to the seventh level."

"Just..." The True Lord of the Desolate Core looked into the depths of time and space, and his eyes seemed to see a glorious hall that was eternal and immortal, muttering to himself: "The time and space nodes in the Xuhai area are occupied by the Daluo Hall."

"The future is probably difficult, and I don't know when the Nightmare Gate will be launched, so I will take it back when it is unstable."

After thinking for a moment, the True Lord of the Destroyed Nuclear shook his head. According to the Doomsday Lord above, the Nightmare Gate needs to be a big one, with multiple layouts, subtly polluting time and space.

When it reaches a certain level, once the network is closed, the time and space nodes will be blocked with lightning speed, killing the new Taoist lord, and at least tens of thousands of years will be unable to be resurrected.

In recent years, the three major forces of the heavens have been widened by the Daluo Hall. The middle and lower classes are not afraid, but the upper classes have begun to become unbalanced. The Daluo Hall has a significant advantage on the Daluo Hall on the Daluo Hall.

It is mainly attributed to their internal training mechanism being quite assembly line. It is not bad at the low level, but there is an advantage in mass production, while there is no spirituality at the high level to be able to be promoted.

Especially when it comes to the Taoist Lord, only one of them may be born in billions. Even the True Lord of the Desolate Core himself is long-lasting and his desire is out of reach.

"I can withdraw the Nightmare Gate by setting a mark on the space-time tributaries of this world."

The True Lord of the Desolate Core released his great power, and the incomplete level of Taoist fruit in his body helped him break through time and space, and made tricks to cast spells, and wanted to arrange traps in the tributaries of time and space according to the method of the Lord of Nightmare.

Unexpectedly, his technique was stable, but the tributaries of time and space seemed to have had a stress reaction, setting off a surging tide, and even spread to the virtual seas of the heavens outside.

"No, why is this possible? There was no problem with the arrangement before."

Seeing this, the face of the fallen core changed slightly, and he showed a panic look. This time and space node was controlled by the Daluo Palace. If there was a little noise, there would be a risk of being noticed by the new Taoist lord.

So He has been doing it secretly and shooting one shot and changing places.

Not to mention the layout planned by Nightmare Gate, there are risks of being discovered now.

Hurry!

A vast and magnificent long river flows, reflecting the various scenes of the Taixuan world, a black sun scatters, and the true king of the fallen core activates great power to subdue time and space.

"Summon the Nightmare Gate!"

Behind him was a twist, and some kind of supreme power fell. A dark bronze door appeared and projected down, quickly calming down the sudden riotous river of time and space.

The True Lord of the Desolate Nuclear breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had passed the test.

Rumble!

As a result... Deep in the space-time tributary of Taixuan Realm, a white light that reveals the eternal Taoist rhyme penetrates the Nightmare Gate, and some kind of great power hangs down, imprisoning all directions.

He looked at the tall figure coming against the current and said in a lost voice: "The Lord of Daluo Palace!"

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Almost when the clone of the ghost Taiyi detonated the long river of time and space in Taixuan Realm and its nearby areas, Wu Ming, who was in charge of the time and space node, immediately felt it.

Looking into the distance, a whirlpool flowed out countless streams, including more than a dozen of the thickest rivers, which were the sixth-level worlds under his command.

This space-time node has just been opened, and there are not many high-energy worlds explored, and basically each of them is an important resource.

At this moment, Wu Ming saw a large shadow filled with the aura of depravity stained with many tributaries, with the imprint of the Nightmare Gate. He looked shocked and angry: "When will this be the plan be set up?"

Wu Ming felt cold inside. If it weren't for the sudden turbulence of time and space that destroyed the calm and stirred up the shadows in the dark, he might have fallen into the net of heaven and earth like prey.

"No wonder the Trialists have recently reacted that the Nightmare Contractors have become much more active and have repeatedly competed for merit in many worlds. Now it seems to be to cover up the trap."

Seeing this, he thought about something and burst out with a vast power of roots without hesitation, sweeping countless tributaries of time and space, and observing every wisp of divine thoughts in the heavens and all realms.

Then Wu Ming met the Death Lord of the Death Lord who had made the nightmare mark in a sixth-level world.

"Oh? It turned out to be him, hehe, that's a coincidence."

He exclaimed lightly, remembering the past, a long time ago, he encountered the powerful lord of the Nightmare Gate in the Nightmare Gate, and used the support of the heavenly way to destroy the other party's layout.

However, the curse of the fallen core almost cut off his path, and was stamped, and it took a price to clean it up.

"I'm meeting again now, it's time to liquidate the past."

Wu Ming sneered and took action himself. The projection of the Daluo Palace in the time and space node trembled, urging a huge eternal white light to directly break the mark of the other party summoning the Nightmare Gate.

And under the great power, it blocked this long river of time and space.

Hurry!

He walked out of the vortex and entered a slightly narrow tributary. This space and time seemed to be a great man who could not stand half a step in the eighth level. The brilliant tides surging, causing the dark sun to shake down.

The True Lord of the Desolation of the Core looked at Wu Ming who was approaching step by step, felt the familiar chaotic Yin and Yang energy, and said in horror: "You are the trialist, and you have become the Taoist lord!"

"What's wrong?" Wu Ming looked down at the powerful man shrouded in the dark sun below, sensed the other party's incomplete level Taoist fruit's cultivation, and couldn't help but say amazed: "I haven't seen you for a long time, and you are also a master of cultivation."

"What a pity, let's stop here today!"

Wu Ming's expression was indifferent, and his palm fell down, covering the sky and the sun, as if it had encapsulated the entire world.

"No!" The true Lord of the Desolate Nuclear struggled wildly, his body exploded, and the black sun reflected many scenes of the doomsday, and the radiation pollution was compensated, but all of this was erased.

The destructive aura rippled. When Wu Ming stopped, a ball of purple root power in his palm squirmed, and he wanted to gather again several times.

"The Taoist Lord is immortal, you are only half a step away."
Chapter completed!