Extreme Yama System

That woman was Ning Ling, whom Xue Wusuan had been looking for, and was his biological mother.

And since she heard that her son Xue Wusuan had come back, Ning Ling's originally indifferent mood disappeared. Even if there was a young son by her side, she couldn't restore her peace. The surging blame and longing that had been suppressed deep in her heart could no longer be suppressed.

"You can't go out now, and you have to stay here for the time being. Your son's coming here is an arrangement of fate, and there will be a huge change. You may not be able to go out comprehensively, and it will be very easy to change things again, do you understand?"

If it weren't for Xue Yuanshan's serious warning, Ning Ling would definitely have left this magical plane. It was precisely because she could understand and know what her husband was saying that she held back. But even the youngest son's youth could tell she was restless.

"Fate, have pity on my son, don't let him suffer anymore!" Ning Ling thought silently in her heart, but she didn't know what "destiny" was in her thoughts.

Leaving from this strange plane of unknown origin, Xue Yuanshan once again transformed into the appearance of a barren Taixu realm powerhouse, and his injuries seem to be in good condition, and he has begun to return to the real battle camp to prepare for duty.

"You're back so soon? Are you healed?"

"That's right, Leader Xue, why don't you take a few days off?"

There were a lot of greetings, and I could see that Xue Yuanshan had good personnel in the real war camp. He thanked them one by one, saying that he couldn't let the foreign enemy look around, and his injury was considered to be no serious problem.

"Since this is the case, then Leader Xue will return to the establishment. It just so happens that this patrol is still one team away. How about you lead a team?"

"How dare you refuse something that is within your share?"

As a Taixu realm monk in the real battle camp, Xue Yuanshan can bring 60 Chaos realm warriors, and patrolling is also on the last remaining resource planes near the barren land.

There are a total of thirty patrols, twenty of which are five Taixu realm cultivators waiting for 500 Chaos Realm cultivators, and the other ten teams are made up of all Taixu realm powerhouses, and each team has twenty Taixu realm.

On the one hand, the reason for patrolling is to maintain one's own dominance, and on the other hand, in Xue Yuanshan's opinion, it is to lure the enemy. Now it is the barren tribe who hope to seek a decisive battle. But the current situation has changed.

Xue Yuanshan chose the farthest patrol route. Although it was also around the ancestral land of the barren clan, it was much more distant than other patrols. Several Taixujing members of the same team wanted to suggest changing the route, but they didn't say anything. After all, Xue Yuanshan was someone who survived the interception by the enemy. annoy the other party.

Xue Yuanshan saw the expressions of his subordinates in his eyes, and laughed secretly in his heart: Who said it would be unsafe to go further? This is to save you, not appreciate it.

A patrol took a lot of time. With the route chosen by Xue Yuanshan, it would take about ten days to patrol the predetermined area hastily, and just as Xue Yuanshan led the patrol around slowly, the battle that the barren tribe was looking for appeared. However, it did not go as smoothly as they expected, and it was even unexpected.

The comers are no longer the hundreds of Great Void Realms before, but thousands of Great Void Realms! This has continued, and the ferocity of the attack has completely exceeded expectations. Going directly to the door will block all the three entrances and exits of the entire barren ancestral land. It is still the time rule, and it still makes the barren people hate it, but they can't break through it for a while.

The barren clan also has some estimates of the opponent's time law means, and they have some confidence. This comes from the background of the ancient land. The ancestors of countless generations of barren clansmen have built this place into a seemingly plain but in fact firm. The fortress of the iron wall, all kinds of defense methods are the top-level existences in the thousands of planes, and there is no shortage of defense against time rules, and it even seems to be very strong. But no one expected that these defensive measures did not play a big role in coercion when facing the attack of the opponent.

The first thing that appeared was spatial chaos and collapse. Although it was directly resisted by defensive means and experts in the barren clan, the spatial rules in the ancestral land and in the surrounding small area would not be completely chaotic, and it was resisted. But the rest of the time was chaotic and I didn't know how to deal with it.

Some people seem as slow as a snail, while others are faster than lightning, even faster than they can accept and respond.

It's better to be slower. The real unfortunate ones are those desolate people who are accelerated by time. They are aging visible to the naked eye under such an acceleration of tens of millions of times or even a multiple of 100 million!

Time slows down, time speeds up! This is the second level of application of time rules studied by Xue Wusuan: manipulating time!

It would be better if it were replaced by another race that could become immortal through cultivation. Their lives are passing uncontrollably quickly.

"Isolation rules!"

The one who made the decisive decision was the patriarch of the desolate clan. He was in the ancestral temple, but he knew everything that the ancestral land was going through now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I dare not let this time-accelerated looting, and he sacrificed a magic weapon. , somewhat like an irregular stone, red, surrounded by a circle of seemingly black lines, as if swallowing the surrounding light.

Almost at the moment when the patriarch of the desolate clan sacrificed this magic weapon, in the entire ancestral land of the desolate clan, whether it was the rules of space or time, or other rules and powers, even the rules inspired by the monks themselves were all destroyed. It was suppressed by some inexplicable force, and then it didn't appear again.

For a moment, in the ancient plane, all the rules are gone, no matter who, no matter how much cognition and mana are encouraged, there is no way to use the rules that he usually masters and use.

"Shi Shi Shi? Hehe, for so many years, the barren clan is in the hands of a mediocre mediocre like you that will keep standing still and make no progress. Will it not be caught up by the latecomers if this continues? The noble status of the barren clan Where will it be placed?"

Suddenly there was a soft drink, the voice seemed to come from outside the plane, and it seemed that it was in this plane, clearly falling into the ears of no desolate clansman. They all felt trembling all over, as if to understand that this is the righteous master of the opponent!

I saw a figure flashing out from the thousands of black-robed monks. Although it was also black-robed, it wore a certain crown. The crown was stunned to be the style of the head of the patriarch of the desolate clan, and it was the same as the contemporary people in the ancestral temple. The head of the patriarch is exactly the same!

"Jiang?" The main lord came, and the contemporary patriarch of the desolate clan would not continue to sit, but also stepped out, volleyed above the ancestral temple, and looked at "Jiang" from a distance. He has heard about this old senior of the barren clan for a long time, and at the same time, he did not expect that "Jiang" would appear in his generation, and he directly hit the door.