Chapter 3655: Escape

The eight-legged evil dragon fell among the ruins, firmly holding the arrow of fate in both hands, not daring to be distracted.
Large beads of perspiration are already oozing out of his brow.
The hands holding the arrow of destiny are also trembling at an extremely high frequency, and the flesh and blood are constantly torn apart by the power of the arrow of destiny, and healed again and again.
Around, many gods have gathered.
This is the Palace of Blades. Many elites carefully selected by the three major universes gather here. These elites work for the Palace of Blades voluntarily, because as long as they perform well, they are completely possible to become apostles.
In addition to nearly a thousand elite kings, there are dozens of apostles and one Taoist master.
They watched in amazement as the Eight-legged Evil Flood was suppressed on the ground by a sharp arrow, struggling in pain.
The Taoist patted an apostle on the shoulder.
The apostle nodded and slowly approached.
"Stop!" The eight-legged evil dragon yelled.
At this moment of distraction, the arrow of fate immediately pierced forward by half an inch, faintly piercing his flesh!
The blood flowed out, but it dried up instantly.
Seems to be swallowed by fate.
The apostle stopped quickly.
But the next moment.
He disappeared.
It turned into a rainbow and disappeared!
After the Taoist who sent the apostle was startled, he discovered that there was an invisible oppression within about thirty feet of the Eight-legged Evil Flood. This oppression made the Taoist feel uncomfortable.
The apostle of the Eight Tribulations, just a little closer, was directly crushed into the smallest particles by strong pressure, and even the soul was shattered into dust invisible to the naked eye, disappearing without a trace!
The Eight-legged Evil Jiao trembled, turned his head hard, and looked at the Taoist master present.
"Bring...Blade Hall commander...bring here."
Every few words the eight-legged evil dragon uttered, his spirit was very slightly distracted, but this slight distraction was enough. The sharp arrow darted seven times in a row, and the arrow had completely submerged in his chest.
On the ground, more cracks also appeared. A thousand feet away, a side hall collapsed.
The Dao Master has a dignified face and did not take any steps. Obviously, everything that happened before him is beyond his understanding. Although he is a Dao Master, his realm is similar to that of some apostles, but he is only the peak of the Ten Tribulations, truly stepping into immortality There are very few Taoists, so the oppression of this power makes him quite uncomfortable.
"fast!"
The eight-legged evil flood screamed.
The Taoist master finally woke up and waved his hand quickly: "Go and call the commander-in-chief!"
Immediately two apostles got up and left.
The surrounding kings looked extremely ugly, and they retreated instinctively. An Eight Tribulations king disappeared silently, which was terrible.
"It seems that I must take this arrow."
The Eight-legged Evil Jiao's mind turned, and the arrow of destiny showed no signs of weakness. He knew that as long as Meng Fan was not dead, the arrow of destiny must pierce his body.
He is just trying his best to delay time. On the one hand, he constantly gathers the strength of his body to gather his chest to resist the sharp arrows. On the other hand, he just waits to bring the Emperor Hu'er, and then ignite the eternal fire, and return to the world of meaning first. .
It's impossible to return directly to the Fa'en Pillar. He loses his face and he can only return to the family first.
The Eight-legged Evil Jiao had everything in his mind.
Suddenly, his eyes froze.
far away.
In the void.
A light flashed.
The Eight-legged Evil Jiao was stunned for an instant, and his lips moved.
"I……"
The syllable has not been fully spit out.
A ray of light crashed on the Eight-legged Evil Flood at a speed that was difficult for the King of Ten Tribulations to see clearly!
If the meteor fell, the earth was pierced, and the fierce energy fluctuations immediately spread out. The king who was closer was caught in the energy in an instant and disappeared. There were only three people, namely the Taoist master and the two ten. The Apostle Jie did not disappear under the impact of this energy, but he was pushed out hundreds of feet and thrown out heavily.
The six partial halls within a radius of ten thousand meters collapsed in an instant!
The dust is all over the sky, this dust is not only ruins, but also broken laws and chaotic vitality. The vision of the king is covered, and it is difficult to see the sky and the earth.
At this moment, if you look in the air, you will find that a large area of ​​the world is covered by dust, and the cracks on the ground spread out quickly, tearing apart mountains and rivers, and cutting off a river.
Emperor Hu'er walked out of his main hall under house arrest.
His main hall had also begun to collapse, showing signs of collapse, although the main hall was quite far away from the place where the eight-legged evil dragon fell.
Because of the chaos of laws and vitality, many formations in the main hall were destroyed.
At this moment, Emperor Hu'er squinted his eyes and saw another light appear on the sky.
Seems familiar.
"My lord, here!" an apostle called.
Emperor Hu'er glanced at the apostle silently.
Did not speak.
But, a wicked smile.
Then, quickly tear the space and disappear without a trace!
The apostle was stunned, but before he could react, the third concussion started!
With this shock, the already fragile crust completely collapsed, and the entire Blade Palace seemed to sink into the ground!
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There are only three causal threads left on Luo Wumei's body.
She was almost free.
Staring at Meng Fan fiercely, without blinking.
Meng Fan was panting heavily, holding the Yuanjie bow in his hand, his strength was exhausted.
But this does not mean that he is weak at the moment.
Luo Wumei clearly saw that from within that bow, majestic power was constantly pouring into Meng Fan's body. That power seemed to be vitality, but it was not, purer and cleaner than vitality. , Stronger and stronger.
The frequency of Meng Fan's breathing became lower and lower.
Luo Wumei's struggle became more intense.
Another thread was broken.
Meng Fan looked down at the bow and whispered: "Your breath is much weaker than Yin Gu, but it is also immortal. Since Yin Gu is the second step of the small immortality, you are the first step. I am curious, immortality, what can Are you killed? Is immortality really immortal, or is it just a chance to pass through the death of samsara?"
Luo Wumei's eyes flickered: "You no longer have the strength to gather another arrow."
"Yes." Meng Fan nodded.
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God King Universe.
The future heaven.
Nearly the King of All Gods sat cross-legged, breathing gently.
They swore a vow.
The majestic strength of vows rose into the air and poured into the divine palace of Qi Ji.
At the bottom of the Qiji Shenfu, there is a large invisible formation.
This big formation corresponds to a formation eye on the Yuanjie bow.
The power of vow is being injected into the big array.
The future craftsman empire.
Thousands of craftsmen and 3,000 gods and kings from all over the world are also releasing their vows.
Similarly, these forces are also focused on a large array.
There is such a big formation in the Devil Realm, Infinite Realm, Dragon Realm, Buddha Realm, 3,650 worlds.
The rolling power is pouring in.
The world conventions, the first iron law hall.
Lonely and proudly in the center of the hall, there are more than three hundred kings of various world leaders.
"I need rules."
Lonely raised his hand.
Thousands of true powers of the Great Dao began to gather towards him!
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Absolutely within the realm.
Meng Fan pulled the bowstring.
An arrow of fate quietly gathers.