Chapter 703 Welcome
Door?
Where did the door come from?
Wuji Jun frowned and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a heavy relief door between the fragmented embroidery realms. It had been suspended in the air at some point.
The embroidery realm was transformed from Yao Qing's Red Dust Base, and the relief door came from the deepest part of the Red Dust Base.
But at this moment, the door that led to nowhere was slowly opening.
Boom! !
The sword dragon surrounded by thunder roared and swam in front of the relief door. Before it flew far, a cold snort suddenly sounded from behind the door.
An invisible ripple spread out from the relief door.
The ripples spread very quickly, catching up with the flying stegosaurus in the blink of an eye. Wherever the ripples passed, the thunder on the stegosaurus disappeared instantly, as if an invisible hand controlled all the energy on it.
The next moment, every long sword on the stegosaurus collapsed and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. All the microscopic particles that made up its matter were decomposed into countless tiny "strings" and were caught in the sweeping ripples, turning into energy tides that rushed in all directions!
The unstoppable thunder stegosaurus swam for only two seconds before it completely fell apart and disappeared into nothingness!
"This is..."
Wuji Jun's pupils shrank slightly.
This scene was too shocking. At this moment, whether it was the members of the Witchcraft Association on the battlefield or the Dusk Society and others, they were all attracted by the disappearance of the stegosaurus. They seemed to have guessed something, and there was horror in their eyes!
"I just changed my clothes and prepared for work. It seems that I have to rest for a while." Bai Ye, who was dressed in a black formal suit, saw this and sighed helplessly.
Other members of the Dusk Club also stared at the direction of the main city.
"That person has woken up, and the sky should change."
"It's hard to say who will win or lose in this battle of realms."
"Could it be?"
In the battlefield of the city wall, Chen Ling, who was standing on the back of the shadow scorpion, saw this scene, and a glimmer flickered in his eyes.
The next moment, a figure wearing a white training suit stepped out from behind the relief gate.
The second pressure of the Nine Lords level suddenly descended! !
Boom! ! !
The black long hair danced lightly in the wind like a waterfall. A beautiful figure stood barefoot in the void, standing on the main city of Hongchen. Her figure overlapped with the figure standing tall on the relief gate, as if a god was staying in the world!
Hongchen Lord, Su Zhiwei.
Su Zhiwei walked in the void, just like walking on the surface of a pond. Every step she took was like a drop of water, creating ripples in the void.
She looked down at the city shrouded in war, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
This is a strange era, with buildings, environment, sky, burning ruins, wandering disasters, and the wronged souls and cries that filled the world. Su Zhiwei, dressed in white, stood there, like a lost person from another era. She knew nothing about everything here.
But the only thing she could be sure of was that her domain was protecting this place, which was the Red Dust Realm;
So, the dormancy plan was successful?
The Red Dust Realm had been successfully built, and she had also crossed a long time and came to another era. Su Zhiwei didn't know the specific time, but it was definitely more than a hundred years.
So is he gone too?
In Su Zhiwei's mind, a figure of a young man flashed, and a wave of bitterness rose in her heart.
A hundred years is the limit of human life. Although she came to this era alive, for those who had been with her, this was a farewell forever.
Su Zhiwei took a deep breath, suppressed these emotions for the time being, and cast her eyes back to the devastated Red Dust Realm;
She felt the breath of another Nine Lords here.
"Damn it"
When Su Zhiwei's eyes swept down to the human world, Wuji Lord's eyes flashed with brilliance, as if he was thinking about something quickly, and then he gritted his teeth and rushed out of the Red Dust Realm at an astonishing speed!
He was leaving!
Wuji Lord was very smart. He knew that once Hongchen Lord woke up, the Red Dust Realm would welcome the second demigod, and he was not in his prime now. With less than half of his strength, he could not be the opponent of Hongchen Lord and Yao Qing.
So, he made the best tactical judgment in an instant, which was to temporarily withdraw from the Red Dust Realm!
Although he didn't know how Hongchen Lord had forcibly extended his life to this era, it was estimated that it should be related to the hibernation capsule. If so, Hongchen Lord should be like Yao Qing, and it would not take long for him to self-collapse and perish.
Once she leaves the Red Dust Realm, it will be impossible for the Red Dust Lord to catch up with her, because once she leaves, the domain that protects the Red Dust Realm will dissipate. Wuji Jun doesn't believe that the Red Dust Lord will give up those millions of lives to kill him. Even if she really dares, the deaths of those millions of people are enough to make enough Philosopher's Stones to restore him to his peak combat power.
As for Yao Qing, he is already at the end of his strength. Even if he chases him outside the realm to kill him, he will only be killed by himself. So as long as he leaves the Red Dust Realm, he can regain the initiative!
When the lifespans of these two demigods come to an end, he can still flatten the Red Dust!
Seeing Wuji Jun turn around and run away, Yao Qing was also stunned.
"This guy is really cunning."
Yao Qing did not chase him because he no longer had the strength. At this moment, his attention was on the figure walking in the air.
Three hundred years;
Although Yao Qing accompanied Su Zhiwei every day during these three hundred years and trapped the years for her with embroidery silk, when he saw her wake up with his own eyes, Yao Qing's heart could not help but tremble.
Joy? Expectation? Relief? Or fear?
Yao Qing didn't know.
Even though he was the only demigod of Qingshen Dao in this era, his heart was still in turmoil at this moment. The turbid old eyes were filled with tears, which eventually overflowed and dripped onto the puddle below him.
The ripples were broken, the blood holes all over the body, and the disheveled old man was broken into thousands of pieces in the reflection. He saw this scene with his peripheral vision and was slightly shocked.
He was silent for a long time, but still lowered his head and silently moved his eyes away.
One by one, the embroidery silk wandered between the old wrinkles, silently changing his facial features and face shape. He watched himself in the puddle, gradually changing into the appearance of another old man.
At the same time,
the figure in white training clothes came stepping into nothingness.
As she approached, when that vivid face was in front of him, Yao Qing's emotions that had been suppressed for hundreds of years became increasingly difficult to control.
Love surged in his heart, and when it reached his lips, it finally turned into a hoarse and respectful word:
"The leader of the Qingshen Dao respectfully welcomes the return of Hongchen Jun."
He bowed his head deeply and saluted respectfully.