Chapter 1557 Savior?

The Hunmeng spirit hit wildly in the sphere-like chaotic force. Each impact made the round body sway slightly, causing the chaotic force to be quickly consumed, but it was never able to break through the prison of the chaotic force.

The great god Pangu's expression became a little solemn. While replenishing the power of chaos and imprisoning the spirit of the mud, he said: "It is true that as the dean said, this muddy spirit cannot be underestimated."

The power of the Hunmeng Spirit is actually not strong, probably at the level of a half-step Hunyuan Saint, but his power seems endless. If it continues to be consumed like this, the great god Pangu will not feel that he can imprison him forever.

The most important thing is that the spirit of the Mengmeng is invincible and immortal, and even the will of the ninth-level Creator cannot harm Him.

The power of chaos is like a copper wall and an iron wall. The spirituality of the cloud is like a gust of wind. The iron wall of the copper wall can block the wind, but cannot cause substantial damage to the wind. On the contrary, when the wind is strong to a certain extent, it can completely blow down the iron wall of the copper wall.

"No wonder this fellow Taoist Yuan Qing couldn't do anything to him, but his own power was almost exhausted." The great god Pangu looked at the Hunmeng spirit who was rushing around in the power of chaos. It was definitely not easy to imprison the Hunmeng spirit for a long time, let alone erase it.

At this time, Yuan Qing spoke: "When He was just born, he had only the power to return to the void realm. It was not until later that he gradually grew to the half-step of the Return to the Yuan realm... If it weren't for this, I would probably have been exhausted and could not suppress Him for so long."

The great god Pangu nodded slightly and said, "Although that's the case, I have to admit that you should be stronger than me."

He could feel that it was more difficult for him to imprison the Hunmeng spirit than Yuan Qing to imprison the Hunmeng spirit.

"There is not a big gap between you and me." Yuan Qing did not deny it, but did not underestimate the great god Pangu, "As long as you give you time, it will not be difficult for you to reach my current level."

The ninth-level creator is strong and weak. The great god Pangu is probably at the level of the low-level creator, while Yuan Qing is at the level of the medium-level creator, because Yuan Qing can feel that he still has a lot of room for improvement and he has a strong premonition. If he can erase the spirit of the Hunmeng, his cultivation can go further and reach the level of the high-level creator.

After glanced at the muddy spirit, Yuan Qing said to Pangu's great god: "Next, I'll bother fellow Taoist Pangu."

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In another area of ​​nothingness, you can hear loud shouts from time to time, and the surrounding nothingness also trembles sometimes, or you can vaguely see dazzling light, and the terrifying aura is stirring endlessly.

In the center of that area, there were about three thousand human figures, each exuding a breath that was suffocatingly powerful, each with the power to sweep the time and space of the heavens, dozens of figures were even more like an invincible war god, full of the majesty of the superiors, and the breath was breathtaking.

Although these three thousand mysterious masters are unparalleled, each of them has a look of fatigue and a little weak.

At this moment, everyone was extremely focused and tense, surrounding a group of filth in the center.

Each of them constantly outputs power to maintain the huge enclosed space. All the filth of nothingness was intercepted in the enclosed space. However, those filth of nothingness struggled extremely hard. From time to time, the shaking of the filth of the shath would cause the shath to tremble and crack. At this time, the three thousand mysterious masters would increase their output and stabilize the shath of the shath. If filth of nothingness escaped while the shath of nothingness was cracked, someone would be responsible for suppressing the filth of nothingness that had escaped.

Of course, this method does not guarantee success every time. No matter how careful or cautious you are, there will be accidents in the end.

Every failure will inevitably lead to the fall of several or even dozens of masters.

Such a situation has maintained countless rounds of time and space, and the masters who suppressed the filth of nothingness have also been reduced from the initial six thousand to the current three thousand. The situation in the material dimension camp has become increasingly severe.

Nowadays, the three thousand masters in the material dimension camp, especially many quasi-returning realm masters, are already at the end of their strength. The forbidden space is shaken more and more times, and more and more filth of nothingness is broken out, causing the material dimension camp to suffer more and more casualties. Not long ago, a powerful man in the virtual realm died.

Everyone felt deeply powerless and desperate emotions spread in the material dimension camp and filled almost everyone's hearts.

The greater the casualties of the material dimension camp, the smaller the bondage of nothingness and filth. The smaller the bondage of nothingness and filth, the greater the threat to the material dimension camp. In such a vicious cycle, I am afraid that the material dimension camp will completely collapse in a short time. None of these ancient powerful men who once scattered the sky virtual world will survive!

If Emperor Luo was still alive, their situation would not be so difficult, but Emperor Luo was dead!

Not only Emperor Luo died, but Emperor Ming was also suppressed by Emperor Luo and eventually died at the hands of the great god Pangu.

The recognized number one and second strongest people in the Tianxu Realm are no longer there. Without Emperor Luo and Ancestor Ming, it is difficult for them to suppress so much filth. It is not easy to persevere until now.

However, no one blames Emperor Luo, because hell must be sealed, and the ancestor of the Nether must also be sealed. Otherwise, there will be alone filth in the abyss of reincarnation at any time, completely destroying the material dimension. Without the material dimension, they will completely lose hope...

"Hope?" All the experts in the material dimension camp were silent. Now they are at the end of their strength, the situation is in danger, and the filth of nothingness may break through their ban at any time, causing their resistance to collapse completely. In this case, they only have despair in their hearts, so how can they see any hope?

They have long since left no hope!

The reason why I continue to persist is not for the illusory hope, but for the pure unwillingness to accept it!

They endured countless years and sacrificed half of the people, but ended up being wiped out. Who can be willing to do so?

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The huge ban suddenly trembled again, like a small balloon constantly expanding. The powerful impact force caused cracks to appear on the surface of the huge ban. Everyone increased the output of their power, maintaining that the ban did not collapse, but their power was not enough, and they seemed powerless.

Fortunately, their persistence was not useless. The huge ban did not collapse after all, and the cracks quickly closed.

However, a filthy of nothingness took the opportunity to emerge from the crack.

"Ji..." Accompanied by a sharp and harsh sound, the filth of nothingness passed by like a ghost. Then, more than a dozen quasi-returning realm powerful people could not even scream, and their eternal will was completely destroyed and they fell on the spot.

Everyone's face changed: "Return to the virtual state of nothingness!"

What they fear most is that they can escape from difficulties such as returning to the virtual realm of nothingness, because the killing power of returning to the virtual realm of nothingness is much stronger than the filth of nothingness of nothingness. Every time they return to the virtual realm of nothingness, they will inevitably cause at least dozens of quasi-returning to the virtual realm of nothingness and even those who return to the virtual realm of nothingness will fall.

"Get back!"

Accompanied by an angry shout, several powerful people from the Return to Void Realm temporarily stopped outputting the power of the ban. Almost at the same time, they fired a force and tried to suppress the filth of the Return to Void Realm with a powerful impact. This situation has not happened for the first time. Everyone has experience in dealing with it, so they will not panic.

I saw that the filthy filth of the Return to Void Realm was suppressed by several powerful people in the Return to Void Realm. However, at the moment when he was suppressed, he took away the lives of several powerful people in the Return to Void Realm again.

From the time He escaped from the time he was suppressed again, he only passed one breath. However, in just one breath, the lives of nearly twenty quasi-returning powerhouses in the Void Realm were ruthlessly harvested. These quasi-returning powerhouses in the Void Realm were not even left behind, and their bodies, souls, origins, and wills were completely annihilated.

All the moods are very heavy.

Although they have experienced it many times, they still cannot accept it in their hearts when facing such cruel reality.

The only thing worthy of comfort is that this time, only less than twenty quasi-returning realm powerful people were lost. Such losses were considered relatively small in previous attacks on the virtual nothingness of the virtual realm.

Just when everyone was in a very heavy mood, a little movement came from afar.

After a few breaths, a huge ark of nothingness came into everyone's sight.

"Ark of Nothingness?" Everyone was excited, and a glimmer of hope appeared in their desperate eyes, but they did not dare to be happy too early.

They can't remember how long it took to see the Ark of Nothingness. The last time, it should be when the young man named Qin Yan arrived.

Qin Yan did bring them a lot of help, which gave them a chance to breathe when they could hardly hold on.

Qin Yan and his disciples, while they were killed and paid the price of their lives, bought a lot of time for them, which allowed them to persevere until now.

"Who will be here this time?" Everyone had expectations in their hearts, but they were afraid that their expectations would fail, and they were in a very conflicted mood. "As long as they were similar to Qin Yan... no, it doesn't matter if they were weaker than Qin Yan, as long as there was too much difference!"

They had seen Qin Yan take action with their own eyes. Although Qin Yan only had the cultivation level of quasi-return to the Void Realm, most of Qin Yan's disciples were less than even quasi-return to the Void Realm, but such a group of people had miraculous effects on the attacks of nothingness, so that they provided them with powerful help when their cultivation level was obviously not high.

Although Qin Yan and his disciples all died in battle, no one could erase their achievements!

If it weren't for Qin Yan, the material dimension camp would have collapsed long before countless wheels of time and space. How could it last until now?

Soon, the Ark of Nothing disappeared.

Instead, a group of mysterious strong men stood in front of the group of people, a familiar figure.

"It's him!" Everyone in the material dimension camp opened their eyes wide and looked at the figure in disbelief, "Qin Yan, hasn't he fallen?"

The genius who made everyone feel regretful, the man who forced his life to the material dimension to prosper, is back!?
Chapter completed!