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Chapter 672 Gifts (23)

He summoned Jian Wushuang this time not to comfort him, but to... "The top [-] people can enter a space-time secret realm, where the flow of time is a hundred times faster than outside."

"The space-time secret realm will last for half a year each time it is opened, but it is not certain how long each person can last in it!"

"So, in it, you improve yourself as much as possible, because there will be a battle for the throne in half a year!"

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"Little Linger, this world is not an ordinary cultivation world, right? Even the Asuras have appeared! But why is the cultivation of the Asuras so poor?"

The orthodox Asura would not be so weak, could it be that his cultivation was suppressed by the heavenly way of this world?
There are corpses all around Mo Anan, and these corpses are...beautiful!

Yes, even though it is dead, it is still very beautiful, the Asura people have a very deceptive face!

Calling up a new plot, the Spirit of Time-Space Mill said uncertainly: [Every plane has time-space gaps, maybe it happened to be close to the ultimate world back then!

These Asura ancestors should have been exiled by the Asura clan in the void, got lost in the void, and came to this world by accident. 】

And those in front of Mo An'an should be the descendants of the original batch, that's why they are so weak!
Mo Anan touched his chin, narrowing his beautiful peach eyes slightly, "Then... can you find that way?"

Which way is that way?
Xiao Ling'er's mind suddenly became enlightened, and she understood what Mo An'an was referring to, shook her head, and said: [No, the truth is changing all the time, and there is no fixed route. 】

【Does the master want to go back? 】

"No, just ask casually, don't think too much!"

--yes?
The pseudo-system doesn't believe it at all, but the master silver is too beautiful, it can't refute it!
"Okay, I should go and see how those people's injuries are doing, this place can't stay for long."

After Mo An'an finished speaking, she walked back. On the way, she met the group of people she had rescued just now, and frowned: "Why are you here? Are your injuries healed?"

"Moran, God bless you, you finally came back safely!"

"You don't plan to go back and save me, do you?" Mo Anan raised his eyebrows, these guys... Should I say that they have no self-knowledge, or should I say that they are damn cute?

Huo Xia was holding a sledgehammer in his hand. He should be the one with the highest cultivation level among the group and also the one who was the most injured. Seeing Mo Anan returning safely, the two sledgehammers fell to the ground with a bang. .

Bright red blood gushed out of his mouth like a spray of water.

"Huo Xia!" Daoist Minghao supported Huo Xia, immediately sensed his situation, and closed his eyes, "You...do you have any last wish?"

It can't be blamed that he can still ask this question calmly. In fact, this kind of life and death has been experienced too much!

Although every time is a heart-wrenching pain!
Huo Xia opened her eyes and looked back in the direction of the holy city, "The human race... will surely win!"

With sadness in his eyes, but also determination, Ming Hao nodded and said: "Yes, the human race will win!"

Others were also inspired with a tragic and determined emotion that they would never look back and never shrink back even if they were overcoming obstacles, even if there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
"Hey, I said, you don't have to do this, do you?" Everyone looked at Mo An'an with a trace of disapproval.

"I said, if you delay it any longer, Huo Xia is really hopeless!"

Daoist Qingjue said unexpectedly: "You mean Huo Xia can still be saved?"

"How can the person I rescued die?" Mo An'an said while feeding Huo Xia a pill.

(End of this chapter)