Chapter 112: What can be done in 1 minute

Damn it!
Only two words echoed in Brother Cheng's mind now-Niubi!
With just one stop, everything in the audience stopped, whether alive or dead.
If the person who was stopped was conscious, it would be like time has stopped.
The only exception is the chain cage.
Perhaps it was because they belonged to spells, and when stronger spells appeared, the previous spells became invalid.
So when the word stopped, the cage and chains disappeared out of thin air.
This immortal version of the language spell is too bunker!
Brother Cheng took it.
He was even so touched that he was willing to give up the throne of the king and let the system sit for a minute.
"Scatter!"
The big array disappeared.
The Sifang Yuanding radiating golden light also fell down, turning into a small bronze ding with the size of a palm, and fell into his hands.
At the same time, even the aura in this hall was completely scattered.
The remaining five people finally regained their freedom.
"you……"
Xiang Gaoye was shocked and wanted to say how you are still alive.
"kneel!"
Puff puff puff...
All four of them knelt down, the strength of the black stone floor was smashed by their knees.
The only exception is Lan Wei.
Jiang Cheng excluded her from the target of the spell.
"solution!"
"dream!"
The two saints looked terrified, one wanted to release the spell, and the other wanted Jiang Cheng to enter the dreamland again.
But these two sounds are like mud cows entering the sea, and they have no effect at all.
"how did you do that?"
Lan Wei was surprised and happy, and couldn't believe it was true.
She actually knows a little bit about spells.
But even for her, there is no way for a master of the same rank to kneel.
What's more, Jiang Cheng is still a level lower than everyone present.
"climb!"
As soon as the words fell, the emperor princess and the two great sons used uncontrollably hands and feet together and crawled towards him.
"Jiang Cheng, what are you doing!"
Yu Liang was unbelievable, and roared sharply. His neck was bruised and red.
"I will kill you! Zhulian Nine Clan!"
Xiang Gaoye is mad with hatred, he is an emperor, and there has always been someone else kneeling on him.
Has there ever been such a humiliating moment.
"You must die!"
"Insult Saint Son! The Holy Land will not let you go!"
Han Huayuan desperately mobilized spiritual power and Dao Gong, but he couldn't resist the power of the magic spell.
Ningti is the first to know the current affairs.
"Jiang Cheng... I was wrong..."
She immediately began to beg for mercy.
It's just that Brother Cheng will not eat this set.
These four people now seem to have received the only order-to climb.
In addition, neither flying, drawing a sword, or even suicide can do it.
"You can't stop it!"
A phantom of an old man with white beard and white hair suddenly floated above Han Huayuan's head.
Lan Wei's complexion changed.
"Venerable Jinghuan's true spirit consciousness."
"Sorry, he has entered the Holy Realm, even a consciousness is not something Dao Palace Realm can bear!"
She was surprised at first, because the two saints alone could not be absolutely sure of winning.
It turned out that Silent Holy Land also arranged the final killer this time.
"Master, save me!"
"kill him……"
The two great sons ignited hope again.
"Break him to dust!"
Facing the immortal bones on the surface and the unfathomable phantom, Jiang Cheng smiled.
Into the Holy Land?
It sounds scary.
"roll!"
Without waiting for the master of mirror ring to make a move, he uttered the next word.
Then, the true spirit consciousness that entered the holy realm also changed.
Uncontrolled tumbling in the void.
Sometimes all four feet are up to the sky, sometimes the buttocks are higher than the head, rolling quite standard.
Jiang Cheng didn't call to stop, he couldn't stop.
"Dare to bully me!"
"stop!"
The real spirit of Venerable Jinghuan was almost crazy.
He could not resist at all.
This is an immortal version of the spell, if he is an immortal, he might be immune to his strength, so he should save the province when he enters the Holy Realm.
The worldviews of the two great sons and the emperor were shattered.
No matter where they are placed, those who are high above the holy will receive endless respect.
He played, and everyone expected him to wave his hands easily and kill the audience in seconds.
Then leave the figure of the superior and the unfathomable aura.
As a result now... his old man rolled like a wheel without stopping, galloping back and forth in this hall.
The blue cat was dumbfounded.
She didn't even know whether to cheer or take a cold breath.
The enemy who fears like a tiger is played like this?
Isn't this also a dream?
boom!
The real spirit of consciousness exploded.
Venerable Jinghuan's body screamed furiously in a secret room in the remote Silent Holy Land.
The surrounding mountains were shaken to pieces!
In order not to continue to suffer humiliation, he was forced to destroy his own true spirit consciousness with his own hands.
But where can I forget the shame just now?
On this side, Brother Cheng felt very sorry.
There were other tricks to use on the true spirit consciousness, but he didn't expect that the old man couldn't afford it.
As soon as the true spirit consciousness disappeared, the remaining four people were completely desperate.
Lan Wei flashed to him in surprise, with an incredible expression: "How can you spell it?"
Jiang Cheng could not answer.
He is now in the fairy-level version of that minute, no matter what he says, it will become a spell.
"Can you keep Ningti? I still keep her useful. I don't want her to break it easily."
"Also, what level of language spells are you, how can it be more powerful than our Ministry of Witchcraft?"
Brother Cheng was helpless.
Sister, don't interrupt. Brother only has one minute. Now 20 seconds have passed. It's not permanent.
He can only squint at her.
"boast!"
Lan Wei's complexion changed, and her purple eyes became round, and she immediately praised him uncontrollably.
"Jiang Cheng, you are really the most handsome and handsome man I have ever seen, unique in heaven and on earth..."
"Your talent is unparalleled..."
"Your aptitude shocks the past and the present..."
"You are so talented that the rules of the Nether can't carry it..."
"Compared to you, I am like a firefly under the bright moon. It is my lifelong glory to be able to accept your light bathing..."
"Your character is noble and eternal and incomparable..."
Lan Wei's beautiful face was about to be distorted, and of course she didn't want such a nauseous praise of Jiangcheng.
Had it not been for the crisis that forced them to join forces, she would actually hate this guy a little bit.
After all, before that, the two quarreled once.
However, she couldn't help it.
She couldn't resist the immortal version of the magic spell.
He could only stare at him with murderous eyes, while gritted his teeth and continued to praise him.
Cool!
Jiang Cheng said ~EbookFREE.me~ I have never been forced to pretend to feel comfortable this time.
Time is almost up.
"kill!"
He ordered again.
So Xiang Gaoye and the two great saints began to fight each other.
After 10 seconds, Xiang Gaoye of Daogong Liuzhong died first.
Once he died, in fact, even if the spell statute had passed, he would have won.
After all, after his death, the Sifang Yuanding was controlled by no one, and the dragon spirit formation returned to Jiang Cheng's control.
Even if the two great saints are in normal condition, without magic weapons and the help of the big formation, they can't stop him from joining forces with Lan Wei.
But he didn't intend to work so hard.
Seeing a few seconds left, he waved his hand.
"burst!"