It was just the projection of the mirror that made them tremble with fear. They couldn't believe how they would feel if they were on the battlefield at this moment.
I'm afraid that under such terrifying coercion, even blinking is a luxury!
Chi Chi Chi!
The hazy twilight expanded violently, and it was like a small sun had risen in the center of the battlefield, emitting infinite light and heat.
The dazzling light beam pierced through the dense smoke and dust, and the cold and dead law chain melted like ice and snow under the light of the light beam, as if it had never appeared before.
"How is this possible!!"
A hoarse voice sounded, the sound was like someone rubbing two rusty broken iron sheets vigorously.
The other bosses followed the prestige, and an old man with a pale golden clock engraved behind him came into view. The old man's body was looming, sometimes illusory, sometimes solid.
When they saw the pale golden clock engraved behind the old man, they couldn't help being shocked, and their expressions changed again and again.
What does this light golden clock that makes many big shots look like?
It looks the same as all clocks, with 12 divisions, representing 12 hours.
The light golden clock engraved dial is full of cracks, just like a piece of precious porcelain has a regrettable crack, and there are gravel-like things falling out of the cracks, but these gravel just disappear into nothingness as soon as they appear.
The strangest thing is that there are no three most common pointers on the dial, only one pointer that has been broken by a large part moves back and forth alone.
This pointer, which was too short by a large amount, was moved forward by one point, and the old man's figure became solidified by one point.
But when it moved back, strange phenomena appeared in the figure of the old man again, and his body began to become unreal, as if what appeared here was just the projection of some kind of equipment.
The body of this aging old man is sometimes solid, sometimes illusory, and there is a decayed smell from the inside to the outside.
"This is... the time wheel?! It's actually the old ghost of Honglian!"
The pupils of the boss who had heard this title suddenly shrank, and his voice subconsciously lowered by three points:
"Isn't it rumored that he had an accident when he took that step, and died?"
"The red lotus old ghost has strange means, so it's not surprising that he survived."
"Damn it, this old ghost has always been domineering and ruthless. It's not a good thing to appear here now."
"Fellow daoists, who is this red lotus? Why do I faintly feel that you are very afraid of him?"
Some new bosses are very unfamiliar with the name Honglian. Seeing that everyone is extremely afraid of such a decaying old man, they can't help but ask curiously.
"See that time wheel behind him?"
In order to prevent everyone from violating the taboos of the old red lotus ghost, some veteran bosses quickly explained via voice transmission: "It was sacrificed after he slaughtered all the creatures in the world he was born in. His relatives, lover, His offspring were tortured to death by the cruelest means, and became the core of the time wheel.
This is a peerless fierce god, don't look at him for more than a second, as long as it takes more than a second, you will offend him.
I have already stated clearly his taboos, if any of you offends him at that time, don't blame everyone for standing idly by and refusing to save him. "
The newly promoted boss hurriedly looked down at his toes, as if the truth of the universe and the true meaning of life were contained there.
