forbidden place

() Hanhui's body is filled with this vitality, stronger than ever before, such a huge amount of vitality is instantly transformed into primitive energy, and passed to the soul, and the long river of time under the soul's feet becomes more turbulent.

Even more than ten years of waves began to appear, one wave rushed, ten years had passed, and the hearts of the strong in hell began to fear.

They have faced all kinds of masters, but they have never encountered a time attack. They just struggled helplessly in the long river of time, and the years passed in an instant.

The ancestors are in the state of half-broken, the physical body can't resist the infusion of massive vitality, but Lord Ma is in the state of broken, the physical body is like Han Hui, can be broken into particles, and can accommodate the infusion of massive blood.

After a large amount of blood was injected, Lord Ma's body hidden in the blood vortex became plump again, and more powerful power poured into his soul.

If it was the beginning, Han Hui's soul might be crushed by this force, but now it's different.

Han Hui's physical body is also infinitely powerful, injected with a massive amount of energy, and this has become a vicious circle, the ones who suffer the most are those half-broken ancestors, leaving only their souls struggling in the long river of time.

Wave after wave, another hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, and Han Hui felt that his soul was about to split.

"Keep it up, you have to keep it up!"

Han Hui kept roaring in his heart, his body was shattered, and he could be reborn. If his soul collapsed, he would surely die.

Obviously, Han Hui was at a disadvantage, Lord Ma risked his life, and his soul exploded, entangled him, making him unable to struggle no matter what.

Gradually, a wave of despair rose in his heart, and a vague feeling appeared in his soul, and his consciousness gradually faded away.

"Could it be that I'm going to die here? The traversers have been the protagonists since ancient times. I ran amok in the world and finally stood at the pinnacle of the world. How did I end up like this?" Han Hui couldn't help feeling helpless.

At this moment, a change occurred, Lord Ma's soul suddenly collapsed, and an old and desolate voice came out: "Unexpected, unexpected, my Lord Ma will fall like this!"

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled??????"

Han Hui felt that the Lingtai was clear for a while, and his soul instantly lifted into the sky, looking down at the torrential river of time, and looking at the many ancestors struggling in the long river.

Lord Ma's lifespan was approaching, and he was seriously injured in the battle with the Era Empire. While he was dying, the long river of time continued to wash away. It is not bad that he can support until now.

"It's really wonderful! The law of time is like this, the torrential river flows straight down, forever irreversible!" Han Hui looked at the long river of time in admiration.

"If it weren't for the soul impact of the blood lore formation, if I want to understand the way of time passing, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it without thousands or even ten thousand years."

"Well now, I have finally touched time, and finally formed a long river of time in my soul world. Any world has the existence of a long river of time. With the sun and the sun, it is just the embryonic form of a world. The long river of time is the beginning of the great way, and I am already considered the great way!" The light in Han Hui's eyes gradually calmed down.

Incarnation of the master of a world, becoming the avenue in charge of the world, on earth, this is something that one can hardly imagine.

"Boy, let us go quickly, otherwise, when the Tauren King returns, he will definitely kill you and let your soul be soaked in blood forever." An old soul roared at Han Hui.

"Haha, what a joke. Could it be that if I let you go, the Bull Head King won't look for me when he comes back? Will your so-called Blood Emperor stop looking for me?"

"You blood and bones were born in the two great hells, and you killed all the human race. Will you let me go? What you say now is nonsense, enjoy the pain of time passing, just let me study the operation of the long river of time!" Han Huipan Sitting above the long river of time, quietly comprehending the mystery of time.

As long as there is enough energy, the long river of time will run continuously. Without these dozens of half-broken souls struggling in it, Han Hui can even instantly turn a wave into a thousand years, or even thousands of years.

"Let us go!" Another soul roared.

Han Hui opened his eyes: "It's easy for me to let you go!"

As he said that, Han Hui stretched out his hand and grabbed it abruptly, a soul was captured by the sky, he stretched out his hand to touch the center of his eyebrows, and an ancient but brilliant rune rushed into his soul.

When this person was first caught out of the long river of time, he was still struggling in the air, and when the rune entered his soul, his body suddenly became stiff.

Like a frozen fly, suspended in the air motionless, Han Hui's eyes shone with excitement.

"One more!" As he said, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and another soul flew out, which he also restrained.

Although the soul is different from the body, there are also traces to follow, and it can still be controlled with restrictions.

Originally, the soul is invisible and intangible, only souls can communicate with each other, but these souls are formed in the long river of time, and the long river of time is formed by Hanhui's soul.

Therefore, he can clearly sense all the mysteries of the soul, and saw that the souls of these hell powerhouses are actually similar to human bodies, only one is tangible and the other is intangible.

It can also be sealed with a restriction, but this restriction is a restriction of the soul, and the power of one's soul must be divided. Fortunately, the power of the soul is not too large.

In this way, Han Hui sat cross-legged on the long river of time, the outer body kept exploding, swallowing the long rivers of vitality, and then transported them into the soul to strengthen the soul.

Finally, the soul of the last ancestor was sealed, and Han Hui's soul returned to his body, his body instantly fused together, his eyes became clear, and then there was a myriad of stars, with time flowing in them.

In the blood vortex, the hell masters who were equivalent to the souls of nine thunder calamities looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what was going on outside, separated by a small world, they could not even sense the state of Hanhui.

Hundreds or even thousands of years have passed inside, and the outside is just the effort of a cup of tea. Hanhui returns again, with a sway of the body, he comes out of the small world, and with a thought, the big purification pool flies out with a gust of wind, spinning in the sky , frantically absorbing boundless blood.

Pills have been manufactured one by one, and now in the small world, everyone has become a preparatory saint. As long as there are enough materials, saints can be born in batches.

Looking at the mountains of elixirs, Han Hui was confident that people born after the entire small world would be able to be promoted to Jindan real people and understand the way of saints.

Thinking of the saint, he suddenly thought of the star in the ancient tomb of the soldier saint. With a flick of his sleeve, a star appeared.

"Changsun Long!" Han Hui flicked his sleeves, and Changsun Long was summoned.

"I have seen the master!" Changsun Long has seen all kinds of magic of Han Hui since he came down from the Bingsheng Ancient Tomb Star, and he is willing to be a slave.

"Changsun Long, do you still know this planet?" Han Hui asked.

Changsun Long raised his eyes to look at the ancient tomb star of Bingsheng, and suddenly a gleam appeared in his eyes: "The ancient tomb star of Bingsheng turned out to be the ancient tomb star of Bingsheng, the master picked off the ancient tomb star of Bingsheng?"

There are not many people in the matter of Hanhui stealing Taiyin, and Gongsunlong naturally didn't know about it. One can imagine the shock in his heart when he saw the Bingsheng ancient tomb star.

To actually pluck the stars from the nine heavens, what kind of method is this?

"This star is for you, and you can train it into a kingdom. The warrior Daoist has almost sacrificed him. I can teach you the military secrets, and you can combine your own way to become a saint!" Han Hui said lightly.

"Achieving a saint!"

This is like a thunderbolt, exploding in Zhang Sunlong's mind. He has been promoted all the way, becoming a master of Jindan, and comprehending the rules. He could become a saint in one step, but he never expected that this day would come so fast and so suddenly.