allendalepharm Chapter 147
Chapter 147
Interracial depths.
The witch spirit is turbid, and the demonic spirit attacks people.
The gray that has not changed for thousands of years is the main color here.
This is a true Terran exclusion zone.
No one in the Terran records has penetrated this far.
At this time, there were two different lights, one gold and one black, rushing by in the high altitude of the alien race.
Bring up a long trail.
...
I don't know how long it took.
Chu Zi opened his eyes in a daze.
Unlike the cloudy sky some time ago, everything that came into the eye at this time was gray.
Cold.
No more than 10 meters in sight.
Chu Zi couldn't help but complain, "Why is it so smog?" The environment is a top priority! "
You're in the territory of the demon clan, you..."
"Don't tell me anything, I don't want to hear anything."
Chu Zi hurriedly closed his eyes, for fear that Li Shu would have something to do.
In addition to going to the depths of the demon and ghost clans to check in.
He was now bent on returning to the Terrans.
Sleep until you wake up naturally every day.
Wake up and find a snack and taste the food of the Tian Yuan Continent.
In your spare time, you can drink a little tea, listen to a small play, and go shopping in a small street.
Sleep when you're tired.
This is the salted fish life I dream of the most.
Great?
Big Mom!
As soon as he thought of the word Great Emperor, Chu Zi was inexplicably irritable.
Sometimes, he really wanted to rip out the brains of these brutes and see what they were thinking.
By the way, ask them: What is the meaning of cultivation?
What is the so-called so-called cultivation of human beings, or other living beings, who exhaust all their minds and go against the heavens?
Cultivation is already so difficult.
Breakthroughs are difficult and dangerous.
At the same time, you have to endure the pain of peeling the skin and bruising the bones!
It's hard to break through and succeed, you don't want to find a place to get up and enjoy life, but to provoke this and that!
Isn't this a hole in the brain?
After scolding a few words, Chu Zi shrank into Li Shu's arms again.
Either way, he didn't want to bother with it.
...
Nothing to say all the way.
It wasn't until he was approaching the deepest part of the demon clan that Li Shu asked a little casually,
"Why haven't you met the backhand left by the emperor-level powerhouse along the way?"
The demon clan as a whole is much stronger than the witch clan.
It stands to reason that the back hand under the demon clan should also be much stronger.
But along the way, except for feeling a few powerful aura fluctuations, Li Shu didn't perceive any danger.
"I've avoided them."
"How to avoid it?"
"By feeling."
"How does it feel?"
The eighth looked at Li Shu and smiled, "Intuition!
Li Shu snorted coldly and said no more.
She knew that if she asked any more, the Eighth Life wouldn't say anything more to her.
Although the two are working together temporarily, they can't say when they will tear their faces.
Perhaps these followers who remain in the depths of the alien race will be used by the Eighth Immortal to compete with him.
However, Li Shu still quietly wrote down the scenery along the way.
By the time of the nineteenth day, the demonic aura around them was as strong as it had been in the depths of the Wu Clan.
The eighth gave the demon lord a look.
The latter understood, and waved his hand to push away the demonic qi, revealing a four-sided altar.
The style of the altar is not much different from that of the Wicans.
It's just that around the altar are long poles the thickness of four thumbs, and I don't know what material they are made of.
The altar had been worn down by time, but the long poles had not been affected in any way.
Wisps of demonic energy spread out from it.
As a result, this side of the altar was always shrouded in a fog.
Three inches down from the four poles, a small copper bell was tied to a black scarf.
The rich demonic aura of the demon clan erupted from the four small copper bells.
In the center of the altar, there is a bronze bell with a simple style, but as bright as new.
Time never seems to have left the slightest mark on the copper bell.
The demonic aura conjured up an ordinary scene above the copper bell.
The clouds roll up, and the flowers bloom and fall.
The brook is babbling, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
At first glance, there was nothing special, but after a closer look, Li Shu found the strangeness of the scenery of all things conjured by the demonic energy.
The rain backs up, and the rivers flow backwards!
The spring mud broke a small opening.
A withered yellow petal floated out of it and slowly landed on the same yellowish branch.
Then came an even more wonderful sight.
The moment the petals came into contact with the branches, an inexplicable force brought them back to life quickly.
The withered yellow petals are delicate again.
The branches of the tree also returned to greenery at this moment.
After a breath, the petals and branches disappeared into the spring mud at the same time.
In the blink of an eye, it broke through the ground again.
Heaven and earth cycle, the cycle of the beginning also!
"The power of time?"
"Yes!"
The Eighth Age pointed to the four long poles that stood around him and said, "These five bells all contain a lot of time power, and if you only talk about the power of time, this one on the altar is much stronger!" But it doesn't have the slightest demonic aura. "
These are all easy to speculate, so the eighth life did not hide it in the slightest.
"It's just—"
"Just what?"
"It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly miss poetry."
As she spoke, Li Shu stared at the small bell.
However, mental power has always been difficult to penetrate.
There seemed to be a swamp around the bell blocking her prying eyes.
The Eighth looked at her amusedly, "If it were that simple, I wouldn't have chosen to go to the Wu Clan first."
"By the way, haven't you learned the power of time and space from Chu Zi? Why not give it a try?
Li Shu nodded, condensing the power of time into her eyes.
Gazing at the copper bell, a glance at ten thousand years!
The gaze crosses the barrier of time and swims against the current.
The past is now in front of you.
But apart from the demon clan, there is nothing special.
Suddenly.
An inexplicable sense of crisis surfaced in my heart for no reason.
Ahead of her was like a giant beast that had chosen to devour, waiting for her to approach.
Li Shu did not hesitate at all, and withdrew with the power of time wrapped in spiritual power.
If you are trapped in the torrent of time, it will be difficult to return.
Bite!
The bell on the altar also rang out without wind at this time.
Li Shu let out a long sigh of relief and looked away from the copper bell.
The eighth sighed helplessly, pretending to be casual and asked,
"How is it?" See what?
"I feel the torrent of time!"
"How does it feel?"
Li Shu smiled, "Intuition! The
eighth snorted coldly and didn't ask any more.
She knew that if Li Shu really gained anything, she wouldn't tell her.
"Do you want to ask Chu Zi, isn't he interested in the identity of the owner of this altar?"
Without waiting for Li Shu to react, the eighth generation shouted directly at Chu Zi:
"Hey~ Get up!" What is the mystery of this altar and this bronze bell?
Chu Zi's sleepy eyes were hazy and he looked at Li Shu.
Li Shu said, "This altar involves the power of time, and somehow... Looking at it, I miss the poem..."
Reading poetry?
The power of time?
"Whatever! Nothing serious... Don't call me even if there's a big event! I'm busy!
"You are the empress, you have to learn to handle things yourself, don't ask me everything!"
After speaking, Chu Zi closed his eyes again.
"He's busy?"
"Yes, it's busy!"
"Busy deducing the heavenly machine?"
Busy deducing what cards the opponent has!
And at this time.
Four long poles that stood on the four feet of the altar suddenly shook.
The originally calm altar bell rang around.
"Jingle bell!"