At this time, in the battlefield of three people.

A dazzling divine cloud suddenly lit up.

The vast and deep breath swept across the nine heavens and spread across the eight wildernesses.

The madly soaring realm breath collapsed the sky and crushed endless territory.

The air waves, like a sea, poured out from Zhao Yu's body continuously.

At this time, Zhao Yu's life aura was extremely weak, as if it was about to be extinguished at any time.

The whole person shrank a lot and became skinny.

"Is this the power of sacrifice?"

Zhao Yu's somewhat hoarse voice slowly rang.

At this time, his surge of aura became restrained and his whole body looked ordinary.

It's like a weak and dying person.

Looking at Zhao Yu, whose life was about to run out, Wang Mang's pupils contracted.

At this time, Zhao Yu just stood in the air, which made him feel an unparalleled sense of oppression.

The crazy alarm ringing in his heart kept stimulating his nerves.

I'm afraid it's impossible to compete with you!

The constant body only has half a stick of incense left, and there is not much time left for him.

Just as his clone Wang Mang was imagining, a afterimage suddenly appeared in front of him.

Then a dry palm grew bigger and bigger in his vision.

Bang!

A muffled sound came out, and Zhao Yu grabbed Wang Mang's head with his hand.

This moment happened in an instant, so almost that his clone Wang Mang had no time to react.

"I don't have much time left, let's see who dies first!"

Zhao Yu's low and hoarse voice slowly came into the clone Wang Mang's ears.

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Mang's head was instantly pounded.

The next moment, billions of thin lines of time appeared again, slowly intertwining into Wang Mang's body.

Looking at the resurrected clone Wang Mang, Zhao Yu's dry face was very calm.

"Haha, I don't believe that such power has no limit!"

In an instant, his figure appeared again next to Wang Mang, who had just been resurrected.

Before his clone Wang Mang could recover his consciousness, his body that had just been restored was shattered again.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

For a moment, the body of the clone Wang Mang began to collapse and recover.

As the cycle continues, the clone Wang Mang has been killed dozens of times.

Zhao Yu's attack like a rainstorm continued to cover Wang Mang.

In an instant, Wang Mang's body was shattered.

In this way, half of the incense stick passed.

Finally, after Zhao Yu killed his clone Wang Mang for the ninth time, the thin line of time that was spreading around him disappeared.

Then the shadow of the clock standing in the void disappeared.

Seeing this, Zhao Yu also stopped attacking.

"Diet?"

A trace of doubt appeared on Zhao Yu's dry face.

After sensing the surroundings for a while and confirming that there was no life breath of Wang Mang, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, his realm aura began to fall wildly.

At this time, Wang Jian, who was stunned on the side and watched the game all the way, appeared.

"Brother Zhao is okay?"

Looking at Zhao Yu's trembling fucking body, he quickly reached out to support Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu glanced at Wang Jian, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

After killing Wang Mang, the layer of haze that filled his heart had disappeared.

The improvement of his mood made him realize it all at once.

Now he is only one retreat from the second level of the Eternal Realm.

But his life span is only half a month left.

But it is said that one foot has stepped into the gate of hell and the other foot has entered the threshold of the second level of the eternal realm.

Life and death are just half a month!

"Brother Wang, I need to go into seclusion now."

"Please help me protect the Dharma."

"Ahem..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian nodded immediately and agreed without hesitation, "Brother Zhao, why do you and I need to say this?"

"But you have figured out the retreat position."

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yu also smiled bitterly: "Haha, find a quiet place nearby."

"There is not so much time to arrange it."

After hearing his words, Wang Jian did not dare to delay and quickly drove Dao Yun to wrap Zhao Yu up and leave quickly.

Looking at the two of them leaving, Wang Mang's figure was revealed.

"Secret, hehe."

"Let me help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Mang's figure flashed and he hurriedly followed.

Shortly after the battle, the Eternal Realm powerhouses from various major forces arrived.

Looking at the huge crack on the ground and the deep pits of different sizes, the Eternal Realm powerhouses also frowned slightly.

"Since those damn Huntian Sect stop us from coming!"

"The man has been captured, and it is too late for us to come."

"Now the position of the registered elder of the Shenxuan clan is no longer the fate of us!"

"It's useless to say more, let's go to Huntian Sect to ask for an explanation!"

"Yes! With so many people, what can we fear in Huntian Sect?"

...

Many powerful people in the Eternal Realm hit it off and headed to Huntian Sect together.

At this time, in a mountain range.

Wang Jian appeared here with Zhao Yu, who was dry all over.

Looking around, Wang Jian asked, "How is this place like Brother Zhao?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the desolate mountains in front of him, he couldn't help but frown.

However, he was too lazy to pick on the current situation.

Then he spoke, "Although it is desolate, it is better than quiet."

"It's all here."

"Brother Wang will depend on your guardian next."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian also hurriedly said: "Don't worry."

"Um."

After Zhao Yu looked at his face, he broke away from his Taoist rhyme.

Then he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to understand his own way.

Looking at Zhao Yu who had already started meditating, he also carefully began to use Daoyun to start setting up barriers.
To be continued...