Paradise of Demonic Gods Chapter 653: Altar

The Fantastic Dreamer frowns and plans to predict the future again.

I saw that his hands were staggered, and instantly turned into thousands of ghosts. Among the boundless afterimages, the space seemed to be rippling with weak waves.

Time and space are one. Observing the direction of time from the change of space, this is the stunt of the fantasy dream family, and the prediction of heaven performance.

From the ripples of space, the chief of the fantasy clan dreamed of seeing the future changes in the world. The whole person's face changed suddenly, and he said to the other five chiefs: "No good, it is a sign of great viciousness. "

"Nine deaths and a lifetime?" Jacob did not dare to take lightly when he heard the visionary patriarch's prediction, wondering: "The strong man who just entered is so powerful?"

"It may not be his relationship," said the shadow patriarch. "Maybe it is War-Plated Heavenly Cloth itself that has changed something, or there are other strong eyes on this. Mage Association, Truth Church, if they also play here Idea, then we are indeed dead. "

Jacob's eyes narrowed slightly and asked, "Is there any way to do this?"

The fantasy both eyes seems to have been covered by layers of fog. The eyes of a both eyes are shining with mysterious light, as if seeing through the direction of time and future changes.

"No, I can only see an approximate state at best, good, or bad, fierce, or lucky. If I encountered such a prediction in the past, I would just stop the original plan.

But we have prepared Grand Formation here for three full years, which has consumed many treasures of our six big families. Now giving up is really heartache. "

Jacob ordered nodded, both eyes flashed a bit of ruthlessness: "Yes, it's a pity to give up now. And with the strength of our six people, the family has been passed down for 200 years, and the people who can kill us in the world, Very few.

Even if the emperor and Deep King arrive, we have to give in to three points.

We will do our best in a while. Do n’t be sorry about the secret Divine Armament of the patriarchs. We must do our best this time. "

"This is nature."

"I don't believe in our six Divine Level masters, but there are still nine deaths."

"If we join forces with six people, the world can be reached, unless the saint Adam is resurrected, and many ancient gods have come, otherwise how could it be easy to kill me?"

"Maybe I miscalculated it."

Three years of preparation, the self-confidence of the Divine Level strong man, and the extreme greed for War-Plated Heavenly Cloth, so that the six masters have not given up, but have been more actively prepared to target War-Plated Heavenly Cloth.

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On the other side, Fang Xingjian descends all the way, and continues to go deep into the underground cave.

With his degree, he can fly hundreds of kilometers every second casually, and the speed is astonishing. However, he couldn't even see the bottom of the burrow during this extreme fall.

One minute ... Five minutes ... Ten minutes have passed, and it is estimated that the core of the earth is almost here. Fang Xingjian still does not feel the existence of the bottom of the cave. Looking up, the cave hole has become more than the tip of the needle. Small spots of light, all around the darkness, as if in a boundless cosmic vacuum.

At this level, Fang Xingjian also understands that it is a middle move, and the cave that hides War-Plated Heavenly Cloth cannot be so deep.

"Is the space changed? Mo" The death of Fang Xingjian Sword Intent swept out directly. The first thing he thought of was the change of space around him, which caused some kind of stretching, expanding the space of the underground cave, as if it were The scene in Nine Secrets is the same.

But under a sweep, nothing was found. Every Material Particle and electromagnetic wave around it didn't show any stretching.

"Is it already in another Space-Time? The small world created by the predecessors?"

When Fang Xingjian thought, he moved the mountain river Great Dao again and observed the change of his life. The passage of time is consistent with the decrease in life, indicating that time has not changed, and there is no room for Space-Time change.

There is no change in time, then it is purely a change in space.

Confirming this, Fang Xingjian thought, Martial Intent came out through the body, Heaven Ascension Sword Body formed a light man, flashed slightly, and had already drifted towards the cave.

Martial Intent propagates by light. Fang Xingjian can explore how deep the cave fell to the ground at this instant, but his sprint still hasn't reached the end. Instead, a person wearing black-robed appeared in front of himself. Gone with the wind, a thin man.

Fang Xingjian paused for a while, Martial Intent flickered in front of the man, and she really saw his face.

"Mobius loop? Infinite Space-Time corridor?" Fang Xingjian looked at his feet and head, a look of surprise in his eyes.

"This method is to distort the space by 36o and then completely overlap it. The relationship of War-Plated Heavenly Cloth? Or someone else's method?"

But if you know what it is, it will be convenient to solve it.

After all, the method of distorting the space to create an infinite corridor is exquisite, but as long as it is twisted a little bit, the space no longer perfectly overlaps and overlaps, naturally there is no infinite corridor.

I saw Martial Intent of Fang Xingjian sneak into the flesh again, and then both eyes opened, as if there was a flash of electric light, a boxing punched out, violent power swept around, the space began to twist directly, and under the Martial Intent induction, a A small altar appeared a hundred meters below.

‘Sure enough, is it a means of space distortion? ‘Fang Xingjian flashed to the front of the altar.

‘I ’m afraid that you ca n’t enter under Divine Level. You can distort space above Divine Level before you can enter it. ’

He glanced up at the altar and found a throne squarely. Above the throne, a man wrapped in gold armor covered his body sat on it.

The man in Golden Armor couldn't feel any breathing or heartbeat, only a pair of golden eyes opened and looked straight ahead.

"Is this ...?"

Fang Xingjian's Martial Intent swept through Jinjia's body and could not feel the breath of life, but the lifelike appearance clearly gave him a living feeling.

"Is this a statue? Or a corpse? Is it a living person? Or a dead person? Is that set of gold armor War-Plated Heavenly Cloth? Why is it worn on this man?"

Fang Xingjian thought for a moment, but didn't feel any danger, just grabbed it and stretched out, grabbed it towards War-Plated Heavenly Cloth.

But this time the man in the armour shook suddenly, and a both eyes bead turned slightly, looking at Fang Xingjian in front of him.

"Bold! Who dares to attack this seat?"

With the words of the man in golden armor, the vast golden light radiated from his body and turned into a golden wave sweeping towards Fang Xingjian. (To be continued.) 8