Martial World

The Primordial Universe is one of the thirty-three days, and the space in it is incomparably vast, but under the rapid speed of Hope, it only took a few days to fly to the end.

As long as you pass through this sighing wall, on the other side, is the universe of the saints.

Now the ancient tribes are racing against death, because even if the Holy Emperor of Fortune locks their position, it will take time to pass the message.

As long as the Primordial Clan can rush back to God's Domain before the Saint Clan can transfer the intercepting troops, they will be successful.

"Rush over!"

Di Wuhen ordered without hesitation. In the void, the Hope continued to accelerate, turning into a ray of light, rushing straight towards the wall of sigh at a speed of thousands of miles.

The divine wall of sighs between the Primordial Universe and the Saints has become very weak and almost disappeared due to the 3.6 billion years of calamity. As long as the top Heavenly Venerate strikes, it will not be a problem to penetrate the divine wall of sighs.

And the power of Nozomi's full-speed impact is even greater than that of the top Tianzun's blow.

"Whoosh!"

The moment Hope collided with the God of Sighing Wall, it was like a flying arrow shot on a layer of elastic curtain, and the God of Sighing Wall was pulled apart, protruding a huge cone.

The speed of the Hope dropped sharply, the wall of the God of Sigh trembled violently, and finally the wall was torn apart.

At the moment of passing through the God of Sighing Wall, the powerhouses of the ancient tribes had their hearts hanging high, lest the other side of the God of Sighing Wall would be the trap of the Saints.

However, at this moment, in this unknown Saint Race universe, the void is quiet, only the distant stars flicker faintly, and there is no half-person figure.

Everything is eerily quiet!

There was an uneasy premonition in Ti Wuhen's heart, but now was not the time to hesitate, he said condensedly: "Go ahead at full speed!"

Now the Primordial Protoss is already exhausted, but the speed of Hope has not slowed down in the slightest. It crosses the void and begins to move in space.

Time and time again, Hope traverses the Sanctuary universe.

The ancient tribes have a long history, and they have the Thirty-Three Days Map, which is a grand map that gives a general description of the thirty-three-day universe.

It marks the distribution location of the thirty-three universes and the main races in it.

Although the information in this sky map is very vague, but at this time, it has a considerable effect, which can directly point them in the direction, otherwise they will not even know where the realm of the gods is.

Tuoba Gui looked at the sky map and said, "The universe we are in is called Jihad Tian, ​​which is only 70% the size of the Primordial Universe. It is considered to be the first layer of the seventh layer of the holy race, with fewer experts and less resources. It is reasonable to say that In other words, this holy war is a very safe first layer, there is no true god here, we may go directly through it and reach the realm of the gods safely!"

Even if the true god wants to come across the universe, it will take time, and the Holy Emperor of Creation wants to pass the news, and it takes time, they are not hopeless.

What's more, according to the information obtained by the Primordial God Race, the true gods of the Saint Race are fighting fiercely, because it involves the ownership of resources in the ancient world ruins.

Among the true gods of the saints, the saint emperor of good fortune is the strongest. He created the largest force of the saints and became the saints of the saints. He did not command the seventh heaven of the saints, and almost occupied more than 80% of the resources of the saints, including the ruins of the ancient world. , including Hongmeng Lingzhu,

Even in the end, he subdued Huang and made Huang his avatar.

All the benefits have been obtained by the Holy Emperor.

Other true gods are of course dissatisfied.

The Holy Emperor of Fortune launched this war against the ancient gods to plunder the resources of the ancient ruins, and most of the resources here were occupied by the Holy Emperor of Fortune.

As for the war against the God Realm, it is also for the ambition of the Holy Emperor, and other true gods of the Holy Race may not be willing to be the spearmen of the Holy Emperor.

This is the only good news among many unfortunate news.

The time and space shuttle continued, Ti Wuhen looked at Tiantu, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"With three more large space shifts, we can reach the God's Domain outside the Sigh God Wall, and pass through the Sigh God's Wall, and we will enter the God's Domain!"

As Ti Wuhen was talking, his face suddenly changed, and at that moment he felt that the Hope had suddenly fallen into the quagmire, and the speed dropped sharply!

"What's going on!" Tuoba Gui also changed his face. He felt that the Hope had entered a huge force field, and the space was sealed!

"Boom!"

The Hall of Hope's formation was shaken by a huge earthquake, and the warriors who presided over the formation were shaken out of position.

People were in shock, looking out of the porthole, they saw that dozens of spirit ships were already waiting here, waiting for them with a large array!

They are like a bug, hit the spider web and can't move!

And the strength of the opponents who can set up a large formation to intercept the Hope can be imagined.

"Saint Race Spirit Ship!"

Ti Wuhen gasped, in the end, they were still ambushed!

"How could it be so fast!?"

A Roaring Bone Clan Heavenly Venerate clenched his fists, his voice was full of unwillingness, they were already very close to the Divine Realm, and they were almost able to escape the Holy War Heaven, but now they are in ambush and fall short.

"It only took us a few days from the start of our flight to the present. In a few days, we have traveled through the two universes of thirty-three days. It is all thanks to the support of the Nozomi. It is impossible for others to be faster than us. Logically, even if we are tracked , and no one will have time to set up an ambush... These people should be transferred from God's Domain..."

In the corner, Lin Ming said. Although his voice was calm, his tone inevitably revealed a faint feeling of weakness. In the previous battle with the Holy Emperor of Fortune, Lin Ming consumed too much, almost burning his soul. , overdrawn mental strength.

"Did it come from God's Domain..."

Tuobagui murmured and repeated, Lin Ming's explanation was the most reasonable. The Holy Race had the seventh heaven, and the journey across the thirty-three universes, relying on the Spirit Ship of the Heavenly Venerate Spirit Treasure-class, would take a month or two. At the time, it is not easy to summon warriors to a cosmic collection, not to mention that not all Heavenly Venerates are dispatched by the Holy Emperor of Fortune.

However, it would be much easier to call those warriors who fought in the Divine Realm back to intercept them.

"Immeasurable remnant... I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

A grand voice resounded in the void, and a middle-aged man wearing a red robe slowly flew out of the Saint Clan phalanx.

He had a faint smile on his face, and he was dressed in battle armor.

With his electric gaze, he lightly swept over the Hope that had fallen into the formation. At this time, the Hope's energy was already less than five percent!

Although it is a spiritual treasure beyond the true god level, it cannot exert its power at all.

"The background of the ancient race is really deep, to be able to get such a treasure, but unfortunately, these will belong to the holy race..."

The middle-aged man in the battle armor had a smirk on his face. He killed the ancient tribes and captured Lin Ming alive. This would be a great achievement. His prestige among the saints would be greatly improved, and he would also be rewarded by the Holy Emperor of Fortune. .

At this time, behind the middle-aged man, the void distorted like a wave of water.

One by one, the figures of the Saint Clan Heavenly Venerate broke through the space one by one and slowly appeared.

They have extraordinary cultivation bases, their bodies are full of qi and blood, and their feet are in the void, as if the stars are standing. There are a few of them, whose aura is like a prison, giving people an unfathomable feeling.

They are all cultivation bases of the top Heavenly Venerate, and they are not inferior to the middle-aged Heavenly Venerate who just appeared.

For a time, the strong faces of the ancient tribes in the Hope were all solemn, and they felt the huge crisis and pressure!

Just escaped from the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den again!

However, their strength was almost exhausted when the Primordial Universe got out of trouble, and among them, there were only two top celestial lords, Tuoba Gui and Ti Wuhen.

"Did Heaven destroy my clan?"

Di Wuhen clenched his fists, his arms trembled slightly because of excessive force, the old god emperor sacrificed himself and handed over the future of the clan to him, but there was no result... just this ending...

"I hate!"

The fingernails of Ti Wuhen's hands dig deep into the flesh, causing his hands to bleed.

At this time, the Heavenly Venerates of the ancient tribes stood up and walked behind Ti Wuhen.

Facing the porthole, they waited for work, and their strength was ten times that of their own Saint Clan Heavenly Venerate. For a time, a tragic mood slowly spread!

At this time, they knew very well that after this battle, they were likely to be wiped out! (To be continued) [This text is provided by the sailing update group Shenbeast Jiayu@motorcumulonimbus] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for a recommendation vote and a monthly pass. Your support is my greatest motivation. )