The Ninety-one, the Ninety-two, the Ninety-nine...

When there were only eight or nine altars left, the entire secret realm space was only a few miles away, and countless space cracks disappeared as the space shrinks and squeezes. More of the small cracks merged into larger space cracks as they approached. The largest crack absorbed a large number of space cracks, which actually divided the entire secret realm space by two.

A powerful suction force came out of the huge space crack, sucking all around, whether it was a small crack or a soil or a rock, and disappeared.

Zhao Yang shook his whole body and accelerated the speed of collecting the altar. Under the strong pressure, the speed of casting spells and pinching skills was as fast as 20%.

Fortunately, the last few altars he collected were at the edge of the secret space, and Zhao Yang estimated that at the speed of the collapse of the space, it should be enough time to collect them all.

Unfortunately, the most unreliable thing in the world is probably that it should be. When the space of the secret realm becomes smaller and smaller, the cracks are sucking faster and faster. When Zhao Yang received the fifth from the end, a faint attraction came, causing his robe to swing without wind and float backwards.

"Damn it seems too late...it's all for this!"

Take out the prison bell and throw it toward the approaching crack. "Dangdang..." More than ten consecutive sounds of the big bells sounded, and yellow ripples continued to emit, miraculously stopping the approaching crack in the space.

Taking this opportunity, Zhao Yang put three altars in one breath until the fourth one was the second to last. A buzzing sound of "dong" sounded, and the prison-shuo bell that fixed the crack was knocked away by increasing pressure.

Put away the prison bell, regardless of the approaching giant cracks, put away the altar in one go.

Before we arrived at the last altar, the entire secret realm space was almost completely collapsed, and the giant space crack... could no longer be called that. A space gap with silver light shining around like a black hole in the middle was like a big mouth of Taotie, trying to swallow everything in the nearby area.

Standing in front of the altar, Zhao Yang was casting a spell to put away the altar, only to feel a powerful force of sucking and pulling his whole body and dragging it backwards. His body was covered with the Bagua Taoist robe of the true disciple of Kunlun, like a hurricane blowing by.

Even if Zhao Yang squeezed his potential to the limit and his casting speed was increased to the highest level, it would take time. The whole person, including the altar, slowly flowed towards the black hole as he was in, and became faster and faster.

"YY, do you want to hang up again?"

After glanced at the character panel, Zhao Yang felt relieved. He could still afford to die at the level of fifty-one.

Although it is necessary to lose experience and items once, his three most valuable seventh-level magic weapons in his body are protected by equipment, and it doesn't matter if anything left is dropped. Compared with this altar, the value is completely unequal and he can afford to die.

The only thing that is a little troublesome is that after I die this time, I will go back to the residence of Kunlun Sect. I don’t know how long it will take to come here again, but this mission will definitely be ruined.

Because the temporary resurrection point on the Iron Armored Battleship only provides each player with one chance to resurrection, and if he dies, he will return to the original reincarnation point. This is also to prevent a gang battle from becoming a war of attrition. If one side has an absolute advantage, the other side will not be surrounded and turned into a white Ding, and the characters will be eliminated so miserably.

The more troublesome Mingsha Sanren had not arranged the newly collected yet. Now both the righteous and the demons are looking for him everywhere. This evil cave underground on the island will not be hidden for long, and it will definitely be found by players. It would be fine if the demon sect is found, but if the righteous one is found, it will be trouble. In most cases, they will be sent to the cycle of reincarnation.

Such a high-quality thug is definitely reluctant to let him die. The problem is that he is unable to protect himself now, and even if he wants to leave now, it is too late.

Thinking about his whole body, Zhao Yang found that there seemed to be only one way to go back to death, or there was a master who came to rescue him now.

"It's a pity that I'm not a sword cultivator, otherwise it would be impossible to rush out if my body and sword are integrated."

............

"What should I do? This Kunlun boy is probably going to die here. Should I take the opportunity to run away?"

The silver space storm was stirred up in front of him, and the Mingsha Sanren looked unstable and the heavens and men in his heart fought.

Although he was determined to escape, he thought that there were so many righteous monks outside looking for him everywhere, and he did not dare to go out and was not safe to hide here. After thinking about it, he could only have a glimmer of life with the Kunlun boy below.

"It's a pity that Emei bullies people too much. When I succeed in my cultivation, I will be rewarded! Now I have to surrender to others."

After a moment, Mingsha Sanren's expression became correct and he obviously made up his mind.

I saw him facing the silver space storm ball below, pinching his fingers, muttering something, then shouted loudly, and spewing out several blood from his mouth, forming a large blood-red ball of light with a fist wrapped around in the front.

As each mouthful of essence and blood was sprayed out, Mingsha Sanren's face turned pale and his hair dried up.

After counting breaths, as the magic process progressed, the blood-red light ball slowly expanded and became larger, and eventually formed a large light ball several feet long. He also changed from a middle-aged man to an old man.

He lifted up the light ball, and the old man had become an old man's eyes tightened. He pressed his right hand toward a certain place in the space storm group. He saw that the light ball in his hand turned into a thick blood-colored light column in his body, which actually broke through the broken space and penetrated the black hole in the space. However, his body became soft and almost even flying became a problem.

Although it only runs through the edge of the space black hole, his strength is a miracle.

"Hey, someone is here to save me? Who else knows I am here? Could it be the Mingsha Sanren?"

Just as Zhao Yang received the last altar and was pulled toward the black hole in the center of the space storm by the terrifying sucking force, he suddenly found a blood-colored light column piercing out from the edge of the storm, and then the light column exploded, forming a short safe passage filled with endless blood mist.

Without any hesitation, I could not have imagined that even though Zhao Yang was mentally prepared to lose one level, he suddenly had a sudden chance of losing his life. How could he miss it?

After taking a portion of Tianhua Xianlu, he returned to full mana, and hammered the prison-suppressing bell with his right hand. He consumed 30,000 mana and activated the "decision" character technique of the eight methods of prison-suppressing, and fixed the passage that had just exploded with the blood-colored light column. Although he could only last for two or three seconds in such a violent space storm, it was enough.

As soon as he jumped, Zhao Yang drilled into the stable blood-colored passage and flew forward at full speed.

"Dangdangdangdang..."

As soon as he entered the blood-colored passage, Zhao Yang felt that his eyes were blurred, full of red mist. He flew forward at full speed along the passage without caring about anything else. He continued to shake the prison bell to suppress the maintenance passage and slow down its collapse.

With Zhao Yang's escape speed, dozens of miles passed in an instant. But the blood-colored channel collapsed faster. Although he kept working hard to maintain the channel, unfortunately the space storm's suction force was too strong, far exceeding the limit he could cope with now.

As soon as it flew more than half, the passage completely shattered. The huge pressure was pressed down. The precious light on the body tightened and made a "creaking" sound.

Nearly 20,000 magic power is like a rushing river that spreads thousands of miles, and every jumping number is in units of thousands.

At this time, Zhao Yang was glad that his mana was high enough and he could hold on for more than ten seconds. He probably needed thousands of mana points for ordinary players... he was probably dead long ago.

"Click!...clang!"

When he flew forward for more than ten seconds, Zhao Yang's mana also reached the bottom and was consumed completely. Without the support of mana, even if the prison bell in the mouth is awesome, it would be like a waterless duckweed and could not cause any storm.
Chapter completed!