Time Travel: The Strongest Hidden Successor Dies at 25?

Yinghuo Dynasty.

Chai Wen stared blankly at a holly bun not far away. For some reason, he felt that he had forgotten something very important.

"Boy Chai! Run away!"

He heard Li Youmen shouting at him crazily not far away.

He also saw Cang using the Five Elements Immortal Technique crazily against the sky while retreating bravely.

He even felt that after the body of the Ma Lingshou was completely annihilated, a primordial spirit sprang out. Although it was extremely fast and sluggish, it rushed towards him and Cang firmly, obviously preparing to burn together in the end.

But Chai Wen still looked at the holly jewelry without moving. He had to remember it no matter what!

"Ah!!!" Chai Wen's veins popped out, he slapped his head hard and blocked his ears, as if he wanted to keep something inside.

He noticed that there was an invisible net in his mind, but the thread above it was being continuously pulled away. If this continued, he would completely forget about anything, and even the bun on the ground would no longer be able to attract his attention.

He doesn't allow it!

So Chai Wen tried his best to release his spiritual energy in an attempt to prevent or delay this situation.

"Boom!!!" Chai Wen unleashed his full strength for the first time after being promoted to the Spirit Realm.

The violent spiritual energy surged like a wave, and even people as powerful as Cang and Wan Ma were looking at it sideways.

"Innate Taoist? How can there be such spiritual power in this realm!" Cang's eyes flashed. Even in his true immortal clan, such a talent can be called a heavenly talent.

But even so, Chai Wen still found in despair that his emotions about that bun were still being stripped away!

At this time, the draft horse was less than a hundred meters away from Chai Wen.

"The power of judgment!" Seeing this, Chai Wen put one hand on his forehead to resist the memory being stripped away, and used the other hand to release the power of apocalypse in front of him.

Bo~

"The power of rules?" Huan Ma was a little surprised, "Very strong ability, but you are too weak!"

"Rules, in the face of absolute strength."

"We must also open a way!"

This time, the power of the ruling did not take effect, but it caused his steps to stall slightly, and he was quickly broken through by the draft horse.

Even though Huan Ma was seriously injured and was about to die, and his last remaining spiritual body was in front of him, he was still the current spiritual leader of Tianwu Continent.

He is the most supreme master in the Archmage Realm! He fought against the heads of the nine clans by himself, and after being seriously injured, he faced the existence of the three great sword masters!

Therefore, Chai Wen initially just hoped to create a momentary gap. The fact is that even though it was just an imperceptible pause, he still did it.

When the spiritual energy was completely released and the power of creative judgment shattered, a scarlet energy enveloped Chai Wen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ho ho ho!" Chai Wen's eyes turned red as he completely unleashed the power of the Punisher. Instead of having his cherished memories forgotten, he chose to fall into a rage and temporarily lose his mind.

"Although the Heavenly Punisher has not yet become a phenomenon, this surging evil spirit is unheard of, and it will leave you alone!" At this moment, the draft horse has completely given up chasing the two of them at the same time, focusing all its attention on Chai Wen alone.

Bang bang bang!

This time, the draft horse could no longer move forward easily. The energy carried by the Heavenly Punisher seemed to be the nemesis of the spiritual energy, making his body that was about to dissipate even more transparent.

Chai Wen also completely lost consciousness at this moment. The red light surged violently and gradually turned into a rich, indestructible black!

Black light and white light continued to collide, as if they were the only two colors in the world.

They mingle with each other and erode each other, like two lively swimming fish, with endless rhythm.

In the end, the Bagua pattern gradually formed!