The reflection of a parallel world.
What was interfering was history.
And it was never simply manifested in the present.
Chu Xuan had always had a clear understanding of this.
Although history had not completely changed.
However, some of the things reflected in it were indeed being corrected, following the flow of history.
It was a part of history.
This concept was hard to understand, but it was not difficult to understand.
It was also because of this.
Only then did Chu Xuan dare to help Old Master Lin up. With the help of his authority, he stimulated the ancestor's blood essence in his body.
As long as the Nine Palace Daoists in this world were not too stupid.
He should be able to sense that change!
Moreover, he had also planted a hint earlier.
There shouldn't be any problems!
Chu Xuan stood in his rented room.
His gaze seemed to have landed on the Ancestral Hall of Mao Mountain.
He looked at the vague image.
Incense surrounded the memorial tablets.
It was as if there were flashes of spiritual light as figures flickered.
The corners of his mouth curled into a smile.
As for the meeting between the officials and the Maoshan Sect in the hall not far from the Ancestral Hall.
However, he had casually ignored it!
With the reflection of the two worlds, many things were destined to be impossible to seal. Just let them do as they pleased!
Moreover, their progress might not be able to keep up with the speed of his modification!
Chu Xuan thought of this and looked at his personal interface.
The so-called 30% lock on the progress.
He thought to himself.
"The next time I enter, I'll jump to a certain time scale. This progress will probably skyrocket!”
"Who knows, the next illumination won't be too far away!”
......
Just as Chu Xuan was thinking about this…
On the other side.
Daoist Jiu Gong's heart was beating faster and faster!
Because the zombie in front of him did not seem to be scared at all and continued to do as he pleased.
If the other party had not spoken earlier.
He even thought that the other party's intelligence was only at the level of an ordinary zombie and did not have consciousness at all.
Finally, as the zombie was about to arrive in front of him again.
Daoist Jiu Gong's heart was almost in his throat!
It was also at this moment.
Grandpa Lin stopped.
His scarlet eyes were looking at him with a little greed and desire.
It spoke again.
It was still that intermittent voice.
"I'll pay for the blood of the cultivators!”
The voice sounded strained.
The spirituality in his eyes also fluctuated continuously.
This meant that its intelligence was not strong.
But at the very least, he was already at the level of a five or six-year-old child!
And since the other party had made this clear.
That meant that he definitely couldn't let it go!
Daoist Jiu Gong immediately felt a chill in his heart.
In an instant.
A beam of moonlight fell from the sky.
It was swallowed by Old Master Lin.
Daoist Jiu Gong's expression changed drastically.
This was because he felt the fluctuation of a spell divine art.
Great-Grandfather Lin's body shone brightly, as if something was brewing in his chest.
A special aura locked onto him.
He did not dare to move at all!
It would explode at the slightest movement!
He might die if he moved!
He finally knew why the other party had stopped when he was approaching him!
This was using divine power spells to kill him!
The aura locked onto him!
This zombie's mental power was insufficient. It might not be able to lock onto him if it was far away!
He hadn't even advanced to a Silver-Armored Corpse, yet he already had the methods of a Silver-Armored Corpse!
Daoist Jiu Gong's face was filled with horror!
He shouted in his heart.
"My life is over!"
However, just as he was thinking this...
Suddenly.
In the dark.
Good fortune comes to the heart.
It was as if something related to him had appeared!
A spell technique naturally appeared in his mind.
The Art of Inviting Gods!
Perhaps it was the source of fortune.
Or perhaps he sensed something.
The remaining magic power in Nine Palace Daoist's body surged into him and drew a talisman in front of him.
Then, he could move!
This talisman seemed to have borrowed something and stirred some kind of heaven and earth power.
In a daze!
The aura could no longer lock onto him!
Before he could react.
His body instinctively formed a hand seal and chanted an incantation!
As he muttered.
"Disciple Jiu Gong, please come to the Ancestral Master!”
As the voice fell.
In an instant, the surrounding spiritual energy surged over, stirring up a storm.
The talisman that had formed in front of him suddenly soared into the sky and transformed into a golden pillar of light.
Vaguely, it was like a bolt of lightning in the clear sky.
Boom!
White silk lit up the earth.
Countless people in the live broadcast room were shocked.
He didn't know why.
They had a feeling that something was descending!
But they couldn't discover it!
Along with this change.
Great-Grandfather Lin, who was still using his divine arts, immediately sensed something.
He flew into a rage.
Vaguely, if one were to observe carefully, one would discover that its scarlet eyes flickered with a hint of fear.
Although its intelligence was not high, it could still sense danger!
Immediately, he did not try to lock onto Daoist Jiu Gong anymore!
He opened his mouth and spat.
A silvery-white light flew out.
Absolute sharpness.
In the vast and mighty.
Even the sound of the wind was cut apart!
A long and narrow crack appeared on the ground along with the light and continued to extend.
Clearly, this divine art was not bad!
He was even very strong.
In an instant, countless rocks were split into two.
However, Daoist Jiu Gong, who was panicking just now, suddenly calmed down.
His gaze was calm.
Carrying the burnt peach wood sword on his back, he raised his palm.
Vaguely, Daoist Jiu Gong and even the audience in the distant live broadcast room heard a dignified voice.
"The Lightning Palm can also receive heavenly lightning!”
Soon after.
In the sky.
In an instant, it transformed into a vast dark cloud.
Lightning arcs burst forth and transformed into a huge screen. It was as if a huge screen of lightning was about to descend.
This was completely different from what Daoist Jiu Gong had displayed in the tomb.
One was to evolve his own Dharmic powers, while the other was to borrow the power of heaven and earth.
Daoist Jiu Gong only felt himself raise his hand.
The curtain fell.
What was thunder?
Daoist Jiu Gong might not have known this before.
But now, there was only one thought in his mind.
that's
Destruction!
Boom!
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