When a sick and weak girl masters the clone of a strange beast

At this point, the only six remaining witch ancestors have understood in their hearts that the witch clan’s extermination is inevitable.

Dijiang looked up at the sky, then turned into a stream of light and rushed into the sky.

Seeing this scene, the other ancestor witches cried out in grief:

"Brother!!!"

Dijiang exploded with all the remaining strength in his body, and his body quickly dissipated like snowflakes.

A transparent light shield took shape, covering the Tai Chi diagram that Daozu pressed down, and the Tai Chi diagram was fixed in mid-air.

If the Tai Chi diagram had not been damaged at this time, the seriously injured Di Jiang would not have been able to stop it even if he tried his best.

Hou Tu looked at Zhu Long and said, "Little brother! Take Rui Er away."

"Sister Hou Tu!" Zhulong shook his head.

"Be good and listen to me." Hou Tu said with a pale face.

At this time, the master of Zhu Xian Sword controlled the four swords to slash towards Di Jiang, turning them into a space cage in an attempt to free the Tai Chi diagram.

Upon seeing this, Hou Tu soared into the sky, and rays of mysterious yellow light formed by the power of the earth followed her and crashed into the Four Swords of Zhu Xian.

Upon seeing this, the Buddha and Venerable Yuxu took action together.

Rushou and the other three remaining ancestor witches hurriedly flew over to fight despite their serious injuries.

"Little brother, hurry up and go!" The voice of the ancestor witch Rushou sounded in Zhulong's heart.

Zhulong's face showed grief. He flew to Rui, bent down and picked her up.

The moment Zhulong touched Rui, the curse on her spread to him.

But Zhulong no longer cared about much.

He stretched out his hand and a space channel appeared. He was about to jump into it with Rui when Daozu took action.

Although the Tai Chi diagram was temporarily fixed by Di Jiang, how could the Taoist only have the Tai Chi diagram?

I saw that he had a whisk in his hand without knowing when.

The Taoist waved his whisk, and countless white threads flew out in an instant.

Zhulong didn't even have time to react before the dragon tail behind him was entangled by white silk threads.

Without any hesitation, Zhulong cut off his dragon tail, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

But Daozu's attack continued, and thousands of white silk threads came like a spider web, covering the sky and the earth.

Zhulong waved his arms, and the twelve witch god pillars standing in the distance turned into streams of light and flew over, forming a wall side by side to block Daozu's attack.

Crack~~The Witch God Pillar was destroyed by the Taoist Ancestor with the help of the power of heaven and earth.

Of course, it also successfully bought Zhulong a chance to escape.

Zhulong successfully jumped into the space channel.

The moment the space channel closed, he looked back.

Sister Hou Tu had the Zhuxian Sword, Xianxian Sword and Luxian Sword stuck in her forehead, chest and abdomen respectively. She was hanging in the sky, as if she was dead.

Brother Rushou was put into the golden bowl of Buddha and was refined by Buddha. His screams echoed in the sky.

Brother Xizi turned into a treasure and was hung on the Seven Treasures Tree by the Buddha.

Brother Zhurong was held in the hand of Venerable Yuxu and was crushed into countless flames that scattered from the air.

At this point, except for Zhulong, all the other twelve ancestors of the witch clan have died.

Looking at the fleeing Zhulong, Buddha asked Daozu: "Should we chase him?"

Daozu stretched out his hand and the Tai Chi diagram flew back to his hand. He looked at the black spots on it for a long time and then said:
"Let him be, he won't live long."

Venerable Yuxu glanced at the vortex above his head and said, "We don't have time either. We have to enter the fairyland."

Several people nodded, then turned into streams of light and entered the vortex and disappeared.

On the other side, Zhulong brought Rui out of the space channel and fell on a small island in Xiwu Sea covered in blood.

Looking at Rui in his arms, Zhulong smiled bitterly, then muttered to himself: "It seems that I can't escape after all!"

I saw a white thread inserted into his heart at this moment.

Zhulong tried to pull out the white silk, but found that it had grown into his flesh and blood, embedded into his soul, and completely merged with it. It also continuously emitted the unique Tai Chi Qi belonging to the Taoist Ancestor, slowly eroding him.

He tried to stop the corrosive force by stopping time, but failed.

Daozu is too powerful. Although they are both immortals, Daozu's level has long been beyond the reach of ordinary immortals.

At the same time, the curse on Rui'er began to spread, from the island to the sea, and all living creatures nearby quickly died under the erosion of the curse.

Zhulong's body was also corroded by the curse, which made his already serious injuries even worse.

As time went by, Rui'er never woke up, and half of the Xiwu Sea turned into a dark sea of ​​curse under the curse she spread.

Similarly, as time went by, Zhulong's body became weaker and weaker.

Although his brothers and sisters risked their lives to buy him a chance to escape, he was still moving towards death step by step.

Staring at his niece's calm face, Zhulong finally made a decision.

He stretched out his right hand, and a mini sundial appeared in his palm.

He squeezed hard, then let out a muffled groan, with traces of blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

When he opened his palm again, the weapon turned into a handful of light dust that flashed with white light.

This is the dust of time, transformed from the power of Zhulong and the sundial.

Zhulong put his palm to Rui's mouth, and the dust of time turned into a trickle and flowed into Rui's mouth.

"Rui'er, from now on you will live forever on behalf of your uncle, your mother, and the witch clan. Please forgive your uncle's selfishness..." Zhulong murmured to himself.

After taking the Dust of Time, Rui'er will no longer be affected by time, and the years will be meaningless to her.

Zhulong cannot stop the power of Daozu from slowly killing him. Instead of waiting for him to die and for the power to return to heaven and earth, it is better to give this power to Rui'er.

"Rui'er, from now on, you will have to endure these endless years slowly by yourself!"

After a long time, Rui'er woke up slowly.

"Uncle?" She looked at her uncle in front of her and called out.

Having just experienced an incident, her brain was still a little slow to react.

"Rui'er, you're awake!" Zhulong said softly, his tone carrying a fragility that Rui'er couldn't detect.

"Where's everyone?" Rui'er asked.

Zhulong looked at Rui'er quietly without saying anything. When Rui'er's memories emerged from her mind, she broke down and cried.

After that, the uncle and nephew continued to live in Xiwu Sea. The grief brought by the genocide made them lose interest in doing anything.

However, Rui'er didn't know that her uncle was about to leave her.

Time passed year after year, and in the blink of an eye, it was the end of Zhulong. He could hold on for another hundred years, which was already the limit of Zhulong.

One day, Zhulong was standing on the sea in a daze, when suddenly he found that his fingers were disintegrating bit by bit, followed by his arms, body... and finally he disappeared completely.

At the same time, the light spots formed by the decomposition of Zhulong's body slowly gathered together, and finally formed a river of time suspended in the sky.

When Rui'er arrived, she just saw Zhulong's body turning into a river of time floating in the air. The only thing left was a pair of eyes that were like the sun and the moon.

"Uncle!" Rui'er collapsed and shouted, but unfortunately she didn't get any response.

She soared into the sky like a cannonball, wanting to enter the River of Time to look for her uncle. However, at this moment, the pair of eyes suspended in the air simultaneously emitted a ray of light, which bounced Rui'er back.

Zhulong's eyes were born with spirituality. It knew that the River of Time was filled with Zhulong's obsession and was extremely dangerous. Even Rui'er would get lost in it, so it stopped Rui'er.

After getting up from the ground, Rui'er unwillingly rushed to the River of Time again to look for her uncle, but was stopped by the Eye of Zhulong again.

In this way, Rui'er tried again and again, but finally got a bloody head and was unable to enter the River of Time.

At this moment she finally understood that it was her uncle's remaining will that did not want her to enter the River of Time.

Rui'er stretched out her hand, and finally the two Candle Dragon Eyes gently fell into her palm.

Rui'er tightly grasped the eyes of Zhulong and placed them on her chest, then big tears mixed with blood dripped onto the ground.

Rui'er stood quietly at the edge of the island for a full year, and then used the power inherited from her uncle to move the River of Time to the bottom of the sea.

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After an unknown amount of time, Mingjun slowly opened her eyes and found herself in an unknown space.

Having just experienced Zhulong’s life, her head was in a trance. She felt like the Lord of the Underworld, and also like Zhulong.

At the same time, her mind was filled with her understanding of the power of time, which made her feel as if her brain had been stirred again and again with a stick and had become a complete mess.

At this moment, she was surprised to find that her body suddenly began to grow rapidly. Her appearance of twelve or thirteen years old turned into sixteen or seventy or eighteen in the blink of an eye... Then twenty or thirty, thirty or forty...

When she came to her senses, she had become a white-haired old woman, not only hunched over but also covered in wrinkles.

Mingjun looked at his wrinkled hands in disbelief, "How is it possible?"

Her true form is the Lotus of Creation, how could she age so easily?

At the same time, her cultivation began to soar.

During the countless years she became Zhulong, although she was forced to experience Zhulong's entire life and had no control over herself, she also gained many of Zhulong's insights into cultivation.

Who is Zhulong? He is a god! He is an immortal!

Almost in the blink of an eye, Lord Ming's cultivation reached the realm of immortality.

Because his cultivation level increased too quickly, the Lord of Hell had no choice but to transform himself into the Lotus of Creation.

Her human form changed into that of an old woman, and her real body naturally did not look much better. The originally vibrant lotus leaves had now completely wilted, covered with tiny gaps and cracks, and looked pale.

Originally, because of her young age, the Queen of Hell's body had not blossomed, but due to the rapid increase in her cultivation, she now blossomed into a huge lotus.

Not only have most of the lotus petals fallen off, but even the lotus pod has dried up, and the lotus seeds inside are extremely shriveled.

The Lotus of Creation swayed wildly, and the plant grew bigger and bigger. Soon it had grown to be as big as a towering tree, exuding a vast and eternal aura.

At the same time, the primordial energy of heaven and earth turned into a torrent, gathered into a tornado and gathered around the Lord of Hell, and was swallowed up by him.

After an unknown amount of time, the cultivation of the Lord of Hell finally stabilized, and he reached the pinnacle of the fairyland, only one step away from reaching the fairyland.

Who could have thought that the Lord of Hell, who originally had the lowest level of cultivation, could suddenly become the one with the highest level of cultivation among Changyue and her other clones in a very short period of time?
Of course, for ordinary people, not much time has passed, but for the Lord of Hell, she has experienced tens of thousands of years.

However, even though his cultivation had reached the peak of the immortal realm, the Lord of Hell still looked listless and half-dead.

With a flash of white light, Hades turned back into a human form, still looking like an old woman.

Lord Ming could deeply sense that even though he had broken through to the Immortal Realm, his deadline was not far away.

Everything stems from her deeper understanding of the power of time, and at the same time, the power of time's erosion of her has become more terrifying.

Originally, this erosion should have been reflected on Changyue, who cultivated the power of time, but because he was in the river of time, all the erosion gathered on Mingjun.

Fortunately, the erosion fell on her. Her original body was the Lotus of Creation, so she could barely survive the erosion. If it fell on Changyue, Changyue would probably turn into white bones in an instant.

In other words, not only did Mingjun fail to solve Changyue's problem, but he also got himself involved.

Without having time to sort out the insights he had gained from his practice, the Lord of Hell began to look around, trying to see where he was.

At this moment, a voice sounded in the ears of the Lord of the Underworld.

"Little girl, what are you looking for?"

"Who?" Hades looked alert.

The next second, countless white lights began to gather not far in front of the Lord of Hell, and eventually transformed into a handsome human figure.

When she saw the man's face, the Queen of Hell was stunned. She exclaimed, "Zhulong?"

The Lord of Hell knew Zhulong's appearance very well.

The River of Time is formed from Zhulong's body, storing all of Zhulong's memories, and forming a huge time illusion. Therefore, the King of Hell can experience his life from Zhulong's perspective.

Therefore, the Lord of Hell knew Zhulong's appearance very clearly.

Who else could the person appearing before my eyes be other than Zhulong?

However, the person opposite chuckled and shook his head and said, "No, I am not Zhulong."

Not Zhulong? Mingjun was stunned.

Then she heard the other party explain: "I am a memory of the God of Zhongshan Mountain, waiting for the destined person here."

"The memories of Senior Zhulong?" Lord Ming was stunned.

The person opposite chuckled and said, "You shouldn't call him Senior, but Master!"

The Lord of Hell didn't understand what he meant and could only look at him in confusion.

The man asked with a smile: "Do you think that everyone who enters the River of Time can experience Zhulong's life from his perspective?

Do you think everyone who enters the time illusion can wake up easily? "

In fact, if it weren’t for the help of the person in front of him, the King of Hell would have been lost in the illusion of time long ago.

How long did Zhulong live, and how long did the Lord of the Underworld live? If it weren't for external help, the Lord of the Underworld's spirit would have been dispersed by Zhulong's memories long ago.

After understanding the whole story, Lord Ming immediately bowed to the person opposite him with gratitude, "Thank you, senior."

The man waved his hand and said, "No need to thank me. You are the only one who has comprehended the power of time among all those who have entered the River of Time. You are also the heir of Zhulong chosen by the River of Time. Naturally, I will help you!"

"I am the successor of Senior Zhulong?" Lord Ming asked in surprise.

"That's right!" The person opposite chuckled and nodded, "Now you understand why I asked you to call me Master Zhulong!"

Mingjun nodded. She really should call him Master. If she had not inherited Zhulong's memory, her cultivation would not have improved by leaps and bounds, although the improvement in cultivation also came with great side effects.

Then she heard the person opposite her say: "You are still one step away from understanding the power of time, which is why you are in your current state. Let me help you complete this last step!" (End of this chapter)