In the world of hell, a pair of darkest eyes opened. When he looked at the world of Boya, a hint of surprise flashed through his indifferent eyes.

In the Great World of Truth, the consciousness of the three great straits quietly awakened, and at the same time he cast his eyes on the Great World of Boya.

"Terra Hill actually returns?"

Ancient people whispered in the quiet void.

"It was Him, it was really beyond our expectations. I thought He would be buried in the past, but I didn't expect that he would return, and it was at this time."

The consciousness was rippling, and another ancient man spoke, with a hint of surprise and concern in his words. The time node for Terrashir's return was too subtle.

"Don't worry, things are no longer something that Terra Hill, a newly returned Titan, can stop them. This is our common will, and we are the general trend."

As the words fell, the third great consciousness quietly returned to silence.

Hearing this, the other two consciousnesses also quietly dissipated. The small momentum is reversible, and the general trend cannot be changed. This matter involves not only the world of truth, but the entire sea of ​​void. No one can stop it, nor can Terrashir.

With Terra Hill's return, the void sea where Boya world is immediately became lively, and one wave after another of great consciousness was awakened.

Some people tried to trace it, but found nothing, as if the previous fluctuations from the past time and space were just an illusion.

In the Boya world, in the depths of time and space, Ukraal and Wan Lei roared, welcomed their kings back.

"I'm back after all."

The sound was like thunder, with a hint of trance, and it came across time and space. At this moment, the consciousness belonging to Terrashir began to be reshaped, and He really returned.

"Lilith Targaryen, you damn bitch, and Sun God, you masquerade, I will make you pay."

Unforgettable hatred came to my heart, and Terra Hill's newly reshaped consciousness was a little difficult to control, and for a moment, the world changed.

"Is this my current body? Who did the world that has just been opened? And why is my consciousness entangled with this new world consciousness?"

Leaving from hatred, Terra Hill realized his own state, and at the same time, He turned his eyes to Sean.

"You awaken my consciousness, and as a reward, I can erase your injuries and transform you into my family."

Although he had just returned, at this moment, Terrashire had already known many things, especially the troubles he was carrying himself now. He needed an obedient, reliable, and strong subordinate, and Sean just met the requirements.

Of course, once converted into a relative, Sean would have no chance of being promoted to the eighth level, but in Terra Hill's opinion, this was not a flaw.

It was as deep as the eyes of Stars. As Terra Hill's eyes fell, a huge pressure fell on Sean's seriously injured body, as if Sean would be immediately overwhelmed by the thunder that would be swept away as long as Sean dared to refuse.

"I refuse, Tel Hill's crown."

Looking straight at Terra Hill, Sean was calm.

Hearing this, Terrashire narrowed his eyes slightly, and at the same time, the rolling sea of ​​thunder began to surge. Although he had just returned, he was in charge of the power of the Thunder Lord. Now Terrashire can still exert the power of the eighth level.

"Since that's the case, then you'll turn into dust."

The words were plain and there was no extra anger. Terra Hill determined Sean's fate. Sean was indeed very strong and reached the end of the seventh level, but this did not make Terra Hill look at him, because the eighth level and the seventh level were two completely different levels.

Although top seventh-level strong men always appear in each era, there are only a few, but eighth-level is different. Sometimes one will not appear in an era. Now these eighth-levels are settled by endless years.

Hearing this, Sean smiled, and at the same time, the lofty Terrashir also realized something was wrong. His greatest reliance, the core of the eighth-level essence, the power of the Thunder Lord is collapsing. No, to be precise, He is returning to His original appearance.

The most fundamental reason why the eighth level buried in the past is that they have absolute control over their former powers, which is destined to be unable to compete with them, and lifelong efforts will eventually only achieve others. However, when the greatest support for power is lost, these newly returned ancient people will also retreat from their immortal aura and will no longer be sacred.

"Time, this is the power of time, this is the illusory power, and the Thunder Lord was not truly born."

Rumbled and thunder exploded. At this moment, the seemingly majestic, the ancient Terrashir fell into madness and was swallowed by fear and anger.

"It's you, you're the damn guy, you're just a liar."

Boom, thunder crossed the sky and illuminated everything. Looking at Sean, Terra Hill's eyes were full of anger, wishing she could peel off Sean's bones.

Looking at Tera Hill like this, Sean looked indifferent and lost his power. Tera Hill, a consciousness body that had just recovered and was bonded by some broken fragments of will, could not do anything to him at all, let alone He had to face the infringement of Ukraal's new world consciousness. Tera Hill, before, could not take Ukraal's world consciousness seriously, just a little trouble. It took some time to solve it by relying on the power of power, and could even further restore his soul power. But now it is different.

Being involved in Ukraal's world consciousness, Terrashir's consciousness cannot leave again. Once assimilated by the world consciousness, Terrashir will be in trouble. He will stay in the present world forever, but He will no longer be the pure Him.

It was at this time that with the fluctuations of the void, a nearly substantial giant hexagonal reincarnation disk appeared in Ukraal's original sea, covering Ukraal's world consciousness and Terrashire.

Six huge, dark, deep holes emerged in the void, and life and death rotated in it, erasing everything. Occasionally, you can hear the shrill screams of resentful souls coming out of it.

Imil, who walked on the road paved by the emerald butterfly, wore a dark magic robe, hid his face in the shadows, came to Shaun.

Looking at Emier, a smile appeared on Sean's face. This time, for the smooth progress of the plan, not only Siggel, but also Emier, who was far away in the Demon Source Realm, was temporarily drawn back by Him.

"I, I will erase Terrashir's self-awareness, and the next thing will depend on your own."

The dark eyes reflected the scene in Ukraal's original sea. Imir spoke, and there was a touch of coldness in his words.

As the words came to an end, a power of power emerged on Imir. The hexagonal reincarnation disk slowly rotated, and the wheel of life and death continued to erase Terrashir's self-consciousness.

In the Demon Source Realm over the years, Imil was not wasted. He first built a small reincarnation in the Demon Source Realm based on the Gate of Life and Death, and used the seventh-level life-type wonders and revival words to cooperate with his own strength. Then he relied on the convenience of dreams to analyze the rules of life smoothly.

Of course, this is not the end. After mastering the rules of life, Emier took advantage of the convenience of the Demon Source Realm to embed the rules he mastered into the Demon Source Realm, successfully completed the reconstruction of the rules, embarked on the third step of the road to truth, and obtained combat power comparable to powerful divine power.

After that, while Imil was circulating the small reincarnation in the Demon Source Realm, he used this to analyze the power of reincarnation. In such a unique environment, Imil finally successfully touched on the power of power, that is, the power of reincarnation composed of three rules: life, death, and soul.
Chapter completed!