Zhang Ruochen knew that blue marrow was a material for refining the monarch's holy weapon, which was quite rare.

But, it is just a kind of refining material, how can it have the powerful power to absorb it?

Moreover, it’s just such a big piece, where is the right to be called Blue Marrow?

Prajna said: "It is indeed a blue marrow star, with a body of more than 10,000 miles long, and it also gave birth to spiritual intelligence. It embarked on the path of cultivation and reached the realm of death of the Great Saint. In the stone clan, it was named the Blue marrow True Lord. However, three thousand years ago, the Blue marrow True Lord disappeared and disappeared in the hell realm. Unexpectedly, he died here."

"But, the aura emitted by this stone is quite ancient, more than three Yuanhui. How could it be the true Lord of Blue Marrow three thousand years ago? Unless..."

Zhang Ruochen thought of a possibility, and his face changed again and again.

The three thousand years outside, here may not have passed 300,000 years or 3 million years...

What is the change in time flow rate?

Zhang Ruochen immediately released the Holy Image of Time, mobilized the time rules, and made careful calculations.

"No, no, why is the time flow rate I calculated is like this?" Zhang Ruochen felt incredible.

Therefore, he found that the time flow here was very slow, and even a thousand years have passed, the outside world has only been about a year.

If so, the inside of the Dark Star is an excellent place for cultivation. As long as you carry enough divine stones, elixirs, visualization maps, and practice here, your cultivation can be improved rapidly, which is even more powerful than using a sundial.

However, this is completely unreasonable.

If it were really that simple, the gods in the Hell Realm would have long used the Dark Star to cultivate juniors in the clan.

"The space should have a big problem. If it is really the true Lord of Blue Marrow, its body is more than 10,000 miles long, but now it has become more than ten meters high. Then, it must be severely squeezed by space. With his cultivation level of a life of ten thousand deaths, he could not resist it. In the end, he was crushed into a stone."

In order to confirm the conjecture in his heart, Zhang Ruochen shot out the ghost-headed whip and wrapped the royal blue stone seven times.

"rise!"

Zhang Ruochen mobilized all his strength, but he could not shake the royal blue stone. He secretly calculated in his heart that its weight was more than a thousand times heavier than an ordinary planet.

It is very likely that it was once a blue marrow planet.

Prajna said: "It's very dangerous here, we have to leave immediately. If we are also squeezed by space, it is very likely that it will become a grain of dust. The Great Saint who has a dead life cannot resist it, and we must not resist it."

"It's too late!"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes stared at the bottom.

I saw that dense spatial rules turned into tidal storms and surged from bottom to top.

It was originally an invisible and colorless spatial rule, but here it manifested seven colors.

"Enter the gourd."

Zhang Ruochen flew into the purple gold gourd first, and Prajna followed closely and rushed in.

The seven-colored space rules tide storm swept the purple gold gourd into it. In an instant, the gourd, which was originally a foot tall, was quickly squeezed into smaller by the space.

Fist size, mung bean size...

Finally, it turned into a purple-gold dust that shone brightly.

Entering the gourd, Zhang Ruochen landed on the destruction of the golden yang, and went all out to mobilize the holy energy and activate the supreme inscription.

He looked up and saw that the gourd had a planet-sized inner space, which was constantly compressed, the sky was getting shorter and smaller, and the world was getting smaller and smaller.

"What do I need to do?" asked Prajna.

"You don't do anything, there's nothing you do here."

Just after saying that, Zhang Ruochen suddenly thought of something, pointed to the purple ice stone that was rotating with the destruction Jinyang, and said, "You go and activate the power of Yukong Ice Stone."

Prajna flew down on the Yukong Ice Stone, sat cross-legged, and swooped down the River Styx, which originally surrounded the body, wrapping the purple giant stone.

The inner space of the gourd continues to become smaller.

Even the destruction of Jinyang and Yukong Ice Stone were compressed, shrinking by more than ten times.

Both Zhang Ruochen and Prajna felt tremendous pressure, and their lives were threatened. They might not necessarily follow the footsteps of the Blue Marrow True Lord.

"Wow—"

As the supreme inscriptions and golden lights and purple lights soared into the sky, supporting the inner space and the world, gradually resisting the compression of space from all directions.

The inner space of the purple gold gourd is stable at a diameter of about fifty meters.

Very small.

Zhang Ruochen and Prajna both breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but look at each other. When their eyes met, time seemed to have suddenly become solidified.

Zhang Ruochen took the lead in looking away, with a look of indifference, and said, "The power of space is not the most terrifying. With the purple gold gourd, it can be resisted. However, once the power of time and darkness explodes, it is very likely to swallow us."

After saying this, the small gourd space became quiet.

After a while, Zhang Ruochen said again: "There is a question, I have always wanted to ask you."

"You want to ask me, what did you see in the Destiny Pool? Last time, at Hanhai Manor, you just wanted to ask!"

Prajna's eyes were desolate and gloomy. Finally, he closed his eyes and smiled bitterly, saying, "You should have known that since people like me have come to the realm of hell, even memories are a flaw. Many memories have been erased by me. The reason I remember you is because I can't erase them."

"Maybe, you asked the wrong person."

"You are no longer the Ninth Prince of Yunwu County, and I am not the Prince of Qianshui County. In fact, what Princess Yanchen really likes is the Ninth Prince, not the Crown Prince of Shengming, nor the Son of the God of Xuejue Family. The only pain that Prince of Shengming brought to her was him, and he personally sent her to Chi Yao's side. It was him who forcibly added their grudges to her. Perhaps he did not intend to hurt her, but he could not change the final result."

"The people in the past have disappeared, but today the water is even colder."
Chapter completed!