Daoying

Chapter 657: Dragon Abyss Mirage (4): The Fourth Gate of Time

"Dragon language, it's the ancient dragon language, quickly seal the consciousness!"

Long Xiu hurriedly shouted to those human monks.

Dragon language of this level naturally could not hurt him and Xie Huan, but many of those human cultivators were only at the Nascent Soul stage. Several of the Nascent Souls were shaken out, with spider-web-like patterns appearing all over their bodies and masks of pain on them. The next moment, they exploded with a "bang", and their bodies exploded with all seven orifices, and they fell to the ground and died.

The sea clan was not feeling well either. Some cultivators had their defenses blown away, but they still vomited blood.

The sky above the altar was torn into a large number of golden cracks by the syllables of the dragon voice, and golden rays of light shot down from them like sharp swords.

The entire altar shook violently, and sticky red liquid oozed out of the broken cracks. Xie Huan felt a suction force pulling him down.

Suddenly, with a "bang", the body of a sea cultivator collapsed, and his blood and essence were sucked away by the altar, turning into a wrinkled piece of cardboard stuck to the ground.

The several cultivators whose seven orifices were shattered by the dragon language had all their flesh and blood sucked out and turned into cardboard.

"Quickly form a formation and protect each other!"

A divine cultivator among the human race shouted loudly.

The dozen or so people formed a circle, with the cultivators with lower cultivation standing in the middle. Various magic weapons flew into the air and formed a barrier.

At this time, the sticky red liquid that cracked out of the altar was blown into the air by the yellow sandstorm, forming a spiral storm that sucked all the monks into it.

"It's a mirage."

Xie Huan discovered that the yellow sand was not real wind and sand, but a mirage exactly the same as the one outside. In addition to the pungent and sticky red liquid, there was also a faint golden dragon breath, which hit his body like wind and sand, causing a burning pain.

This was because Xie Huan had a holy golden body. Those cultivators with weaker cultivation, even those like the sea creatures who had strong physical bodies, were rubbed by the dragon's breath and golden sand, and their bodies were covered in blood and they were in great pain.

In addition to the burning of dragon breath and golden sand within the mirage, the syllables of the ancient dragon language also became more rapid and heavy, and even a dragon shadow appeared and grabbed all the cultivators.

Xie Huan made a seal with his right hand in front of him, standing still. A powerful spiritual sense rushed out from his sea of ​​consciousness, shattering the dragon shadows and resisting the dragon language.

He glanced at the human formation and saw that more than a dozen people were struggling and were unable to hold on, so he casually summoned the Moon-Turning Golden Wheel and the Elemental Sword Formation.

The golden wheel hovered above the human monks, creating a circle of golden halo. Seven swords were inserted into the altar to form a defense, which greatly reduced the pressure on the human side.

"Thank you so much, Master Huan!"

The humans were overjoyed and expressed their gratitude one after another.

"You are halfway to becoming a god?"

Only then did Long Xiu realize Xie Huan's cultivation level and was shocked.

"The dragon tomb is not inside the altar, but in the golden crack!"

Xie Huan used his right eye to the limit and looked up at the sky. From the cracks that emitted rays of golden light, he felt a suffocating sense of oppression.

Silver Dragon and Tianxiang were also staring at the crack.

"The dragon's breath is still getting stronger. Wait until it weakens before going in."

Long Xiu stared at the crack, feeling the changes in the dragon's breath and said.

Xie Huan nodded and remained silent, fixed in the dragon's breath storm.

After an unknown amount of time, the power of the dragon's breath began to weaken.

"Pay attention, let's not move yet and wait for those two people."

Long Xiu took a step closer to Xie Huan and spoke in a low voice with a hint of fear.

Xie Huan also noticed that the dragon's breath was weakening. The golden light shining through the cracks gradually turned into dark red. The golden sand grains began to lose their luster and turned into grayish-white dust that drifted away.

A large amount of mirage was sucked into the crack at this moment, forming a counterclockwise vortex, and a huge stone gate slowly emerged.

"Gate of Time?!" Xie Huan's face changed drastically, his eyes full of disbelief.

The door was made of a whole piece of stone, plain and without any carvings, but covered with cracks, exuding the breath of time.

"Do you recognize this door?"

Long Xiu asked nervously.

Xie Huan naturally recognized it. This was the fourth time he had seen this door.

The first time was in Tianhuang Palace, through this door into time and space, and released the time slice of the Human King.

The second time was in my own stream of consciousness, when I saw the false self, or my own physical body, through this door.

The third time was on the Xianzhou Island of the Chamber of Commerce. There was a building exactly the same as the Gate of Time, but it did not have any energy. It should have been just an ordinary imitation.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Could the "Canglong" of the Canglong Chamber of Commerce be the first dragon "Cang" in the world? And could the replica of the Gate of Time on the Xianzhou Island be modeled after the door in front of him?

The second time he saw this gate and the fake Xie Huan in his stream of consciousness was in the Northern Seven Kingdoms of Qingyun Continent.

What is the connection between these things?
Xie Huan seemed to have grasped something vaguely, but it was not quite clear.

"gone!"

Long Xiu's voice suddenly rang out, and he patted Xie Huan's shoulder, then turned into a beam of light and soared into the sky.

The Silver Dragon and the Celestial Phenomenon had already moved before him. The two were enveloped by their own escape lights and slowly rose into the air. Their jet-black gilded robes fluttered in the wind, and the hell scenes above seemed to come alive, lifelike, and descended upon the earth.

When the cultivators of the human race and the sea race saw the four of them move, they all controlled their light of escape and followed.

Everyone knows that there must be a treasure unearthed here, and everyone wants to try their luck.

"Some boring bugs and small fry also want to enter the dragon tomb. Ha, this is so funny."

Tian Xiang lowered his head slightly, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his clenched hands, slowly loosened them, and countless fine sands leaked from his palms and floated away.

Long Xiu stretched out his right hand and cut the space with his fingertips. The space fragments with sand fell from both sides of him.

The cultivators of the two tribes who were chasing after them also took action and smashed the space fragments into pieces, fearing that they would fall on themselves.

But after these space fragments were shattered, the sand inside not only did not disappear, but instead floated out and touched the bodies of some monks.

"what!--"

The monk who touched the sand instantly aged, became shriveled and shrunken, then turned into white bones and shattered into dust.

“Shh!——”

All the monks gasped in horror and quickly dispersed, fearing that they would get stained by even a bit of sand.

"Sand between fingers!"

Xie Huan's pupils shrank slightly as he spoke word by word.

This is a treasure that contains the rules of time. When touched, time will pass rapidly, but it can only work on living things. It is an extremely terrifying and vicious thing.

I never thought that this celestial phenomenon was so cruel and extravagant, killing people at will for fun.

"Haha, quicksand destroys thousands of disasters, and with a snap of a finger, all withered faces are gone."

The celestial phenomena clapped their hands and laughed, golden and blue lights flashed in their pupils, and they were extremely excited.

Silver Dragon lowered his head, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and said coldly: "Boring, wasteful."

(End of this chapter)