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Chapter four hundred and sixty, the sundial

When Wu Fugui heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, "Sir God, I am not as useless as you said. Actually, I am very brave..." "If you want love, I will put it away."

Meng Zhenshu rolled his eyes and spoke in anger.

"If you want it, there is better than nothing, what if it works."

Wu Fugui hurriedly put away his hairband, tied a strange bun on his head, and smiled at Chang'an next to him, "How is it?"

Does it look good?"

Meng Zhenshu ignored his scent and turned his eyes to the last item on the table, smiled and continued, "This last treasure is naturally prepared for our little cutie, specifically used to deal with the space Taoist method of Dan Taiyuan."

Wei Yuan took a look at the only object placed on the table. It was a sundial that was only the size of a palm. The sundial was an object that recorded the day and hour. It was usually half a person tall or even larger. It was rare for this palm-sized one.

The moment he saw this sundial, Wei Yuan immediately spoke in confusion, "Sundial, this thing..." Before he could finish his words, Meng Zhengshu hurriedly said in a low voice, "Don't underestimate this thing, this was made by the natal magic weapon of a giant at the peak of the eternal realm recorded in ancient books. Although it can only be regarded as a failed imitation, it is also used in that secret realm."

"What's the use of this thing?"

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows.

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhenshu smiled mysteriously, "What is the most powerful thing in the world?"

Wei Yuan was a little confused, "Land of strength?"

"no."

"Supreme magic weapon?"

“Not it.”

"What is that?"

Meng Zhenshu smiled slightly before answering, "It's time."

"time?"

"Yes, it's time. This kind of thing can eliminate everything. Even the human mind will change with time. Even monks in the eternal realm like the slave family say that they have endless life, but they may not be able to die and disappear due to the passage of time. Otherwise, why did none of the sages who had the supreme Taoist body in ancient times survive until now?"

Meng Zhenshu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. She continued, "Why did Ren Fuping so persistently want to explore the realm above eternal life? Isn't it just to pursue the power that transcends eternal life and is no longer controlled by time? So, below the realm of eternal life, time is the biggest killer."

"Even if a monk who has entered the eternal life has not had the same impact as other realms in front of time, he dares not say that he can really ignore it. Time is a knife to kill pigs. And who dares to say that he is not a pig? It's just that some pigs are stronger and difficult to kill."

After hearing this, Wei Yuan nodded slightly. Yes, the power of time is powerful, so powerful that even in the history of countless years in the vast world, few people can control the power of time.

Thinking of this, Wei Yuan glanced at the sundial on the table and continued, "Then this sundial?"

"Although this sundial is a copy, it is rumored that its original body is a rare magic weapon that can control time. This thing is probably already vanishing and has no way to find it. However, even for the copy, I have obtained some of the essence recorded in the ancient books. Although the grade is not high, it can still be within a range of 30 feet, and it has a full three breaths."

"What!"

As soon as these words were said, let alone Wu Fugui and Chang'an, even Wei Yuan, who had been calm, was startled and stared at the sundial on the table with an incredible look on his face. "Three breaths, how high can the cultivator at most be able to remain still?"

"In the face of time, everyone is equal, even the peak of immortality is no exception!"

Meng Zhenshu spoke with some pride.

Hearing this, Wei Yuan's eyes were even more shocked, but then there was a little more doubt. "If it was placed in the battle between cultivators in the same realm, it would be enough to decide the outcome. With this thing, even Dan Tai Zhiming and Li Xuantu may not be your opponent. Why don't you keep it yourself?"

Hearing this, Wu Fugui and Chang'an also looked at Meng Zhenshu with some confusion. Indeed, the battle between the strong, let alone the three breaths, is enough to determine the outcome. Although the level of this sundial that can be still for three breaths is not high, if it is calculated, even Meng Zhenshu's Qiankun Jade Plate is not as precious as it is.

Meng Zhenshu grabbed his head with a little embarrassed, "Actually, there is another thing I didn't say. This thing can only be used to escape. In the still space, no energy can flow and it is completely still. Even if you are the master of this sundial."

"And even if you use sword energy to face the enemy thirty feet away, as long as you reach that range, the sword energy will be stopped. Therefore, the biggest function of this thing is to throw it out when you encounter an untreated enemy and drag them down for three breaths. Take advantage of this gap and escape."

Hearing this, Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, "Do you just give me such a thing in love?"

“Isn’t it enough?

With your three breaths, with your realm and strength, as long as you play the life-threatening trap, you may have been dozens of miles away. No matter how fast Dan Taiyuan’s space Taoist Dharma is, it can only be chased ten feet and ten feet, and he can’t catch up with you."

Speaking of this, Meng Zhengshu seemed to remember something again. She grinned, "Of course, this thing can only be used to escape from others' hands, but you are a little cutie, you know how to tell the talismans. What kind of changes can be made between the two depends on your own."

Hearing this, Wei Yuan was stunned, then he showed a faint smile, picked up the sundial on the table, and smiled, "It seems that this thing is really a treasure to me."

"Little cutie, don't blame me for not reminding you. This thing is a fake, and it will be scrapped after using it once. You have to see the right time before taking action."

Meng Zhenshu wrapped his fingers around the black hair on his forehead and chuckled and spoke.

Wei Yuan smiled, "One is enough."

On the third day of the Heavenly Palace martial arts performance, all the participating disciples were summoned to the square outside the Moshen Palace Mountain Gate. Tao Weiyu, the God of the Moshen Palace, and the God of the Moshen Palace, stood on the platform, looked around the nearly a hundred disciples in the field, and then said, "I believe that before coming to my Moshen Palace, your Heavenly Palace Sect has introduced you the rules for catching the flag in this secret realm. I won't talk much nonsense here, I will only talk about some things that need to be paid attention to in the secret realm."

"The secret realm where you are about to seize the flag is a fragment of a small world, so you cannot withstand the entry of strong people above the Middle Realm of Creation, nor can you withstand the power of more than seventh-grade attack magic weapons. So if there are seventh-grade magic weapons in your body, I hope you don't seek death, break the cracks in the space, and suck yourself in at that time, you can only ask for more blessings."
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