"Two days ago, I asked everyone to restrain themselves, so now it's my turn to clean up this situation."
After that, Xuan Mo stood up and stretched his arms, as if he wanted to hold something in his arms.
At the same time, the Wanxian League Supremes on the other side of the rostrum also stopped talking and looked at Xuan Mo at the same time, each of them on guard.
Obviously, the Dixian Supremes were impatient and were about to take action … No matter what their action was, it would not be beneficial to the Wanxian League. Therefore, when it was necessary to stop it, they would not hesitate to confront the Dixian Supremes head-on.
However, when the situation was tense, Wang Wu stood up and said.
"Hey, you're not going to be crazy enough to directly interfere with the performance, are you?"
Xuan Mo chuckled and said, "If you don't intend to abide by the rules, we don't need to wait for so long. Don't worry, we won't violate any rules. "
As she spoke, the power gathered in front of her chest became more and more powerful. It was above any cultivator in the Wanxian League, beyond the peak of the Unity Stage, and could even be regarded as the top power in the Mahayana Stage.
The Perfected Lords present had no doubt that if this power were to be unleashed, no one would be able to withstand it alone. Therefore, He Tu, Feng Yin, and the other sect leaders of the major sects connected their magic power at the same time, ready to join forces to fight against the enemy.
At the same time, the Dixian Supremes felt the tit-for-tat momentum and also responded one after another, either by taking out their immortal treasures or simply chanting incantations. Golden patterns appeared on their skin, and their fighting spirit burned like flames.
A war had already stepped on the edge.
As the initiator, Xuan Mo smiled helplessly and said, "Don't be so hostile, everyone. Please take back your immortal treasures and immortal techniques. We really don't need to waste precious power on each other. "
Wang Wu said, "That's right. Then please explain, what are the Essence Qi Balls you gathered in front of your chest for? Is it to liven up the atmosphere? "
Xuan Mo said, "There's no harm in saying that I'm here to stop this farce."
"Oh? The rules clearly state that external forces are not allowed to interfere with the competition. "
Xuan Mo smiled and said, "That is indeed the case, but on the other hand … the rules have never said that we are not allowed to interfere with the arena itself!"
As he spoke, the power in front of Xuan Mo's chest finally finished accumulating, and a tremendous force that could shake an entire province exploded with a loud bang!
At the same time, several Supremes subconsciously tried to use spells to stop it. However, the difference in level and quality caused these spells to be bounced off by an irresistible force.
People could only watch helplessly as this huge force erupted and enveloped the entire arena in the blink of an eye.
However, his power did not seep in. As promised, Xuan Mo would not interfere with the battle with external forces.
"… What did she do?"
The same question actually remained in the hearts of the Earth Immortals. Although they had been good friends who had fought side by side sixteen thousand years ago, as the top cultivators of the continent, each of them had more or less secrets. And they would tacitly not touch these sensitive areas.
What Xuan Mo did just now was obviously showing one of her trump cards, but what was the meaning of this trump card?
In the silence, the Red-robed Patriarch suddenly said, "Wait, is it my illusion? Why do I feel that … Wang Lu's writing speed seems to have become faster? "
"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, the several Supremes next to him fixed their eyes on Wang Lu. They saw Wang Lu bending over the table on the lawn, writing at a rapid speed. His wrist shook like a phantom, and one by one, the manuscript paper flew down from the table...
"It seems … it is indeed a little faster, but it's nothing strange. Maybe Wang Lu's sword intent has made a breakthrough again, so she can't help but write like a dragon and forget to control the time?"
After watching for a while, the Red-robed Patriarch said in horror, "Wang Lu is not the only one who is fast! Look at the fallen leaves in the surrounding forest! "
"Yes, the falling leaves are also falling faster! Wait a minute, could it be … "
At this moment, even Hetu Daoren was shocked. "Time distortion?"
Rumor has it that when immortal technique was cultivated to the extreme, it could distort time. The Immortal Tea that Immortal Qin used to suppress the six Supremes was one of the outstanding examples. However, in the recorded history of Nine Regions, there were only a few examples of miracles like the Immortal Tea. Moreover, all of them were born in the heyday of the immortal path, when it was extremely prosperous.
After the Age of Chaos, the immortal path declined, and it was only in the past thousand years that the decline was reversed. With the cultivation base of modern people, it was almost impossible to reproduce the power of immortals. Even Hetu Daoren, who had the highest cultivation base, could only affect the passage of time to a small extent. Moreover, there was no hope of reversing the flow of time, only speeding it up or slowing it down.
However, at this moment, right in front of them, a large-scale time distortion phenomenon was actually happening. Xuan Mo accelerated the time in the entire arena, and it was getting faster and faster!
In the eyes of He Tu and the others, Wang Lu was not only moving his pen as if it was flying, but his whole person had turned into a group of blurred phantoms. They saw that on the table, the draft paper flowed down like a waterfall, covering the lawn. And the red sun that was previously on the horizon was constantly climbing up at a speed that was discernible to the naked eye!
"… At least ten times faster."
Soon, the Red-robed Patriarch calculated the acceleration multiplier of Xuan Mo.
The multiplier was not particularly exaggerated, but … this was a time distortion phenomenon that spread throughout the entire arena and lasted for an unknown time. To exaggerate a bit, under the theory of Immortal Cultivation in Nine Regions, this phenomenon was simply impossible to exist!
"Is this really not against the rules?" The Red-robed Patriarch asked.
"She interfered with the entire arena, and her power did not penetrate the inside of the arena. Therefore, Wang Lu didn't even notice the abnormality. At most, it can only be regarded as an edge ball. "Wang Wu said," But speaking of edge ball, isn't Wang Lu's action the same? Therefore, we don't have enough position to accuse each other of anything. It's just that everyone has their own means … Heh, time acceleration, she's awesome. "
"But, it's just ten times faster."
Wang Wu inwardly sneered, So what if it's ten times faster?
Yes, the super long novel that was regarded as a classic by Wang Lu was not infinite in length. So far, the length was about twenty million words, which was appalling.
Wang Lu's copying speed was one hundred thousand words a day, which was far above that of an ordinary person. And after ten times faster, it was one million words a day. A series of twenty million words could be copied in only twenty days. This might seem a bit long for Dixian, but in the Wanxian League, it was too short! Twenty days was far from enough for those contestants to make a qualitative breakthrough. Wang Lu's own expected time was more than one year.
How to make up for the huge gap between twenty days and one year? Very simple, it depended on creative ability!
Because the novel was not finished, so far, the plot was completely open, and no one knew what would happen next. Therefore … When Wang Lu finished copying the existing part, he would start writing on his own!
As for Wang Lu's creative ability, Wang Wu did not doubt it at all. A few years ago, when the master and disciple lived together happily on Non-Phase Peak, it was common for the master and disciple to cheat each other. And Wang Lu often wrote his master's * * * doujin novels as a means of revenge. And the plot design in those doujin novels was full of fantastic ideas, which made Wang Wu, the person involved, amazed. She couldn't stop reading it, and even lost her appetite. She had to see clearly what kind of * * * * she had encountered in the novel before she could feel at ease.
And this was the most hateful thing about Wang Lu — not only did he write * * * * * * doujinshi, but every time, he would never finish it. He would always come to the point where his passion surged and his sword would come to an abrupt stop. And when Wang Wu questioned him with the previous drafts, Wang Lu sneered, "Bitch, you want to have a climax? No way! "
Never finishing a novel was undoubtedly a bad habit in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the current situation, it was simply a rare divine skill! It was best if Wang Lu could maintain his creative energy for a hundred years! He would write until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled, or until that pretentious black-clothed Dixian couldn't hold it anymore and came out to stop.
On the other side, after the time distortion, Xuan Mo sat down wearily. Her body couldn't help but tremble, and beads of sweat began to flow from her forehead.
Time distortion, for a first-class Dixian like her, was also an extremely heavy burden. Just now, she tried her best, and even her immortal spirit was almost unstable, but finally, she completed the immortal technique.
Among the effects of this immortal technique, ninety percent of it was a trick. Distorting time had always been a supreme masterpiece of the Immortal Dao. Although Xuan Mo had studied this art quite a bit, she could not be considered a top-notch Great Master.
In the past, Immortal Qin could only use a pot of Immortal Tea, so how could she surpass Immortal Qin? The key to this immortal technique was to borrow strength to fight strength, and it was very fragile in nature. There were three weaknesses. First, there couldn't be an existence that was too strong in the field. The stronger the existence, the stronger the influence on time and space, and the more difficult it was to interfere. If there was a Supreme level cultivator in the field, it would be difficult for her to speed up by twenty to thirty percent. Second, the changes in the field couldn't be too intense. For example, moving mountains and filling seas, lightning and thunder would greatly affect the time distortion. However, Wang Lu chose the quietest and most peaceful performance. His violent sword energy was restrained in thousands of thin sheets of paper, and the impact on time distortion was minimized. Third, there was only one living being in the field, and the time distortion immortal technique was most afraid of too many people. With every additional person, the effect of the immortal technique would be halved, and it would be almost ineffective if there were more than three to five people.
Fortunately, the Wanxian League didn't know much about immortal techniques, so they didn't see the flaws.
Right now, the field was accelerated by ten times, but as time passed, the effect of time distortion would continue to increase, until it was twenty times, thirty times, or even a hundred times. According to Wang Lu's daily copying of 100,000 words, no matter how monumental it was, it would only take a few days to finish it.
With this thought, Xuan Mo restrained her immortal spirit, and her eyelids were already very heavy.
Before going to sleep, she didn't forget to remind the people around her.
"Help me keep an eye on him, don't let him play tricks after he finishes."
Her companions laughed and said, "Don't worry, you've already done this much, how can we hold you back?"
Thus, Xuan Mo fell into a deep sleep with some peace of mind.
When she opened her eyes again, it was already twenty days later.
Xuan Mo was surprised by the length of her immortal sleep this time, and the backlash from the time distortion was even more than she expected. She thought that after the black and white combination, her strength would rise to another level … It seemed that 16,000 years of sleep had caused her to degenerate a lot. On the other hand, twenty days had passed, and no one had woken her up? When did they become so patient?
Then, she heard a conversation that she couldn't understand at all.
"Interesting, interesting. I didn't expect that after this ordeal, the main character's level didn't decrease, but increased instead. He's already reached Level 5,000. I think he'll be able to join hands with his allies in the next battle and sweep the Saint Spirit Realm."
"But the three Saint Spirits are all above Level 6,000, so it won't be easy to win this battle."
"But the main character's equipment level is higher, and he has a large number of Demon Pets. The advantage in numbers can't be underestimated."
"Anyway, let's cast our recommendation votes and monthly votes first."
(I'll say in advance, starting from zero is just a joke in this book, don't go too deep into the settings …)
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