Chapter 902: Three thousand years!

Void Realm originally had only the great existence of six thirty-six emperors, but since 3,000 years ago, the entire Void Realm has shaken, it seems that some changes have taken place.
The rapid rise of some powerful civilizations, some geniuses have become Xeon existence, and even the source of the rules, it becomes easier to become Xeon existence.
In particular, the fourth-level emperor-level existence of Xeon, which has not been born for a long time, was born one after another. The entire void is as if it has returned to the ancient times of prosperity.
And some Xeon fourth-level emperors that did not appear basically appeared one after another, unknowingly, becoming the incarnation of the source of rules, and becoming like the thirty-six emperors.
Three thousand years ago, the fourth-level imperial existence of Xeon has increased countless times, and the great existence of the thirty-sixth emperor has rapidly increased from the previous six to thirty-six. .
The 36th Emperor is almost the limit that the Netherworld can bear. When the Netherworld was the strongest in ancient times, there were only 36th Emperor!
Ordinary creatures naturally don't know what happened, but the thirty-six emperors are very clear. This is a crueler war against the survivors than in ancient times, which is related to the life and death of the entire void!
"You, we have been searching for more than 3,000 years, and we have not been able to find the Merlin that the great vanity will let us seek."
"There is no way, since this Merlin has made the great vanity of the unreal jealous like this, it must be extraordinary, don't forget. He killed three emperor-level beings by himself."
"We can only search slowly. Although our thirty-six emperors are strong, the void is too vast, and no one dares to say that they have searched all the planes."
On a remote plane in the void, several emperor-level strong men were frowning to look at every place around them, but no Merlin was found.
This Merlin was more than three thousand years ago. The culprit of the imaginary vibration is greater than the original threat of the survivors. Therefore, in a short period of 3,000 years, the imaginary world seems to be glorious, but in fact, it is because of the crisis that it allows the birth of so many. Strong.
The emperor-level powerful men shook their heads helplessly, and then flew towards other places. keep searching.

"boom".
On a clearing, two 14-year-olds, one with long blond hair and one pair of purple eyes, are the masters of this huge plane, the Ziyan tribe!
just. Now two fighting teenagers. One of the teenagers, slightly thinner, was knocked to the ground with a punch, and was laughed at by the teenagers behind him.
"Haha, Sterman is so stupid. After learning a month's storm boxing, he still can't learn it."
"Sterman is still the patriarch's son, but unfortunately he is the most unconvinced son. This time the big family comparisons, he is not qualified to go, so as not to lose our face."
A group of teenagers sneered at the skinny teenagers on the ground. The skinny boy lying on the ground clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with resentment.
But he was born with a bad qualification. It seems that his brain is always slow. Others learn for a few days. He needs to learn for a few months, and he ca n’t even master. The slightly more complicated boxing skills take a long time to figure out.
"Let's go, let's leave him alone."
Several teenagers left with high toes. Although Stallman was noble, the patriarch's son had a lot. He didn't even care much about this dull son, and they were naturally not polite.
For a while, Stallman got up from the ground, patted the dirt on his body, and turned to leave here, returning to a small yard.
This yard is just the most remote part of a huge manor in front of him. He looked inside the manor and luxuriously decorated houses. Those are the places where some of his brothers live. As the son of the patriarch, this privilege still exists. . But unfortunately, Sterman was inherently dull, long unloved by his father, and had to be sent to live in the most remote house in the manor.
Fortunately, Stallman was lonely from an early age and did not want to see more people. There was such a lonely house in which he was satisfied.
"Squeak".
Sterman opened the door and wiped away the tears that still hang on his face. Although he was not good enough and stupid, he was a very self-respecting person and practiced a set of storm punches. He actually spent the night. A lot of time to practice, but even if he has two or three times more practice time than others, he still can't keep up with others' progress.
Until now, he couldn't even master a simple set of storm wind fist, let alone master the power to open purple eyes and master the power of talent, that was Sterman's dream.
Throughout the continent, the purple-eyed people have a very special power, that is, the purple-eyed talent, which exists in the blood of everyone. Only some of the most powerful purple-eyed people can open the power of the talent in the blood. , Get a powerful talent ability, above all others.
Stallman also dreamed that one day, he would become a powerful man who possessed the power of talent, and would no longer be laughed at by anyone.
"I will succeed because, I have a secret!"
There was a trace of persistence on Stallman's face, and he clenched his fists tightly. Indeed, he had a secret. Just a few days ago, something happened in his life that would change his destiny.
"Master Merlin, are you there?"
Stallman looked very nervous, but the room was empty and he didn't know who he was talking to.
"Sturman, you can come in."
A strange sound sounded, but no one could hear it. Only Stallman could hear it, because it sounded directly in his mind.
Sterman was very excited. He could enter the fantasy space. This is the adventure he encountered a few days ago. In his mind, there was an extra person who called himself Merlin, who had a strange space. As long as He is willing, then he can enter this strange fantasy space.
"嗖".
Sterman focused his attention, and then his consciousness drifted into a space, saying space, but it was an extremely real world, with blue sky, white clouds, mountains, rivers, forests and so on.
On a clearing, a weird architectural style towers. Stallman knows that this is the place where the mysterious Lord Merlin lives, called the "castle". In short, there has never been such a strange building on the mainland.
This is the illusion space. Stallman likes this space very much. The best thing here is to have a long time. He can practice the storm boxing in it.
For example, an hour outside, or even a day in the fantasy world, is what makes Stallman confident.
With the illusion space, he believes that trying two or three times better than others may not be enough to close the gap, but if he can have more than ten times or even twenty times more time than others, he must be able to bridge the gap in qualifications.
Sterman entered the castle and saw two men in weird costumes in the castle. He knew that one was Lord Merlin and the other was Lord Titus, both very mysterious and powerful people.
Although they haven't seen their shots, since they are able to be in such a magical space, are they ordinary people? Therefore, Stallman respects both of them.
"Master Merlin, Master Titus!"
Merlin, in a black robe, did not return his head, and nodded his head, "Sterman, you are here, but today you have been taught again?"
Sterman said a little embarrassedly, "Master Nothing can hide from Master Merlin, but my own business, I will be able to solve it!"
"Very good, then go to practice. It's still the same old rule, one hour outside, one day here, your mental strength can only maintain a time difference of 24 times!"
After Merlin spoke, he stopped paying attention to Stallman, and Stallman saluted him and walked to the castle. He knew that there was a special martial arts room in the castle to assist him in practicing boxing.
Since learning about the illusion space and encountering Merlin and Titas, Stallman will enter the illusion space every day to practice boxing. One day of practice.
In the fantasy world, a day is only an hour outside.
Time passed quickly. When sweaty and exhausted Stallman sat down to rest, he looked at the time. It had been a whole day, and he felt very tired. He knew that Is his limit.
With his current mental strength, he can only support one day in the illusion space, and must go out to rest for one night in order to continue into the illusion space.
Sterman gasped, and couldn't help but sigh: "Master Merlin mentioned that my mental strength is very poor. If my mental strength is strong, I can even support a greater time flow rate. An hour outside is equivalent to A few days or more in the fantasy world, and by that time I would have more time to practice boxing than others. "
Sterman only cares about time. As for being tired, he never even feels tired. He practises hard every day, hoping that one day he will not be looked down upon and become a strong person.
"It's time to say goodbye to Lord Merlin."
Sterman left the room and returned to the castle's living room. Seeing Merlin and Titus still sitting in the hall, he said respectfully: "Master Merlin, Master Titus, I leave first."
"Remember to practice the set of mental exercises I gave you after you go back to strengthen your mental strength and stay here in the future."
Merlin in the black robe said calmly, Sterman also nodded heavily. The set of mental exercises, he knew it was very precious, allowing him to spend more time in the fantasy space, even more precious than the boxing skills taught by the family Times.
"leave."
As soon as Merlin waved, Stallman's consciousness withdrew from the imaginary space, leaving only the black robe Merlin and Titus, who had never spoken.
It took a long time for Titus to slowly say, "Three thousand years, Merlin, is the fantasy world almost restored?"
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