The gods of the gods

Chapter 1150 Reverse Time and Space
"The river of time! Now!" Haotian urged the origin of the law of time with all his strength, so that the mighty river of time appeared from the void. He pressed it lightly with his big hand, and the time that was flowing rapidly downward in the void suddenly froze, and the entire universe was prehistoric. Time seems to have stopped, the sun and the moon stopped turning, the river stopped flowing, the whole world stopped at this moment, as if someone pressed the stop button, everything stopped.

And Haotian grabbed it with a big hand, and plunged into the long river of time, like carrying a chicken, pulling out many quasi-sages who had fallen in the war from the long river of time.But there was no change in the long river during that time, not even a shock.

It's as if, Haotian used supernatural powers to revive the dead directly through the long river of time, and it didn't violate the rules of the long river of time.

But obviously this is impossible, reversing time and space is against the Dao of Heaven and Earth for anyone.Even if a saint does this kind of thing, or even resurrects the most ordinary creature, it will cause a long meal, but the backlash is very, very small.

But now Haotian is resurrecting a large number of quasi-sages, even as many as a hundred. This is not only violating the rules of the long river of time, it is simply ignoring the long river of time and shaking the foundation of the long river of time , but the river did not respond for a long time, and even continued to flow forward slowly.

Haotian was not surprised by this either. He knew very well that the reason why there has been no change over time is that the will of Heaven still mobilized all its power to fight against the invasion of the seven Heavens. It's time to fight against other ways of heaven, so it's too late to pay attention to Haotian's reckless behavior.

And even if Tiandao knew about it, he would not stop Haotian's current actions. After all, he is a strong man in the resurrection of the prehistoric world, and he is helping the prehistoric world.

"Welcome fellow daoists to recover and return!" Haotian put away the Hongmeng Great Thousand Mirror and said to everyone with a smile.

"Where is this? Haven't we already fallen?" The memories of many quasi-sages still remain in the collision that destroyed the world. When that force hit, they knew that they and others would not escape death. But now they are alive and well.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for helping me wait for my return from resurrection!" The quasi-sage on the side of the heaven hurriedly knelt down to salute Haotian, and kowtowed.

"Thank you, Great Heavenly Lord, for helping me wait for my resurrection!" The other quasi-sages who came back to their senses also quickly bowed to Haotian to thank them. This time, Haotian can be said to have saved their lives.

"Everyone, you are welcome. You are fighting powerful enemies for the prehistoric world. Reviving you is also something I can do." Haotian said and shook his head, "No one thought that the Chaos Demon God would leave behind such a despicable means. , so that all the quasi-sages on both sides were wiped out."

"It's all thanks to Your Majesty, who entrusted our primordial spirit brand to you, so that we have the ability to resurrect us." A quasi-sage from the heavenly court worshiped here.

Haotian raised his hand to stop the thanksgiving of many quasi-sages, and said in a sad voice, "You fellow daoists are resurrected, but it's a pity that Zhen Yuanzi and other daoists didn't leave the imprint of the primordial spirit on me. Even if you resurrect them, you won't be able to use your means!"

"Hey!" Many quasi-sages also sighed for a while. They naturally understood the thoughts of Zhen Yuanzi's dozens of quasi-sages. They didn't leave the mark of the primordial spirit, so as not to be caught by Haotian with their brand of primordial spirit, the heart of defense is indispensable.

It's a pity that their current defensive minds seem to be smart, and they didn't entrust their soul imprints to Haotian, and what they paid was the price of real fall.

"Fellow daoists, here are your magic treasures, please take them back!" Yaochi at the side gently waved his hand at this time, taking out all the spiritual treasures he had collected in the outer starry sky, and let these quasi-sages collect them.

"Whoosh!" Those spirit treasures seemed to sense that their masters were here, and quickly turned into streams of light and returned to their masters' bodies, but there were more spirit treasures floating in the void, and those treasures were huge. Some belonged to quasi-sages from other worlds, and some were treasures of fallen quasi-sages at the peak.

(End of this chapter)