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207 : Time

207 : Time

At the same time, in the three thousand regions.

Right, Xu Lanfeng was staring at the little girl in front of her, with some wariness on her face.

At that very moment, the latter suddenly disappeared, appearing next to the Elemental Daoist as her fist suddenly smashed it's way toward his head.

'We need to find a way to break this stalemate, otherwise, she'll just wear us down to dust,' thought the Elemental Daoist as he barely dodged the punch, stabbing out his spear in return.

'That's true,' thought Xu Lanfeng as she suddenly narrowed her eyes, dodging the punch that had been launched toward her face.

A moment later, the little girl suddenly frowned, but before she could react, the little girl suddenly stopped moving in the slightest, as a huge clock suddenly appeared behind Xu Lanfeng.

At the same time, under the control of the elemental daoist, the five elements suddenly started mixing and mashing, as such, in only a few moments, the five elements had transformed into Yin and Yang.

Right, the face of the Elemental Daoist had become completely pale.

A fraction of a moment later, as Xu Lanfeng kept using the Chaos Clock to freeze the little girl in one place, a world had formed in the hands of the Elemental Daoist.

Suddenly, the little girl regained consciousness, as an entire newly born dimension smashed into her, causing her to suddenly cough out blood, with a horrified expression on her face.

'How can this dimension attack existence?' thought the little girl, as thoughts swirled through her mind rapidly.

Even though the little girl had tried to use the Dao of Devouring to weaken the dimension, sadly, it seemed as though the Elemental Daoist had already thought about that

Although this dimension was only newly born, and was not very stable in the slightest, it's size was much larger compared to that of Minor Worlds.

Even so, this was not the end of the Elemental Daoist's attack, as a moment later, a large crack appeared in the dimension.

The moment she saw the crack appear, the little girl's existence suddenly started burning, causing a transparent shield to appear around her.

"Prepare yourself, we should try to keep damage to the Three Thousand Regions at a minimum," said the Elemental Daoist as he looked at Xu Lanfeng, who was still focused on using the Chaos Clock.

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As unlike most Immortal Treasures, this one did not have an Artifact Spirit, as Xu Jinming had annihilated the previous one from existence.

Because of this, the Chaos Clock was one of the most difficult Immortal Treasures to control, other than Xu Lanfeng, all the other False Immortals of the Origin Sword sect could only perform some tricks with it.

"I know that very well," said Xu Lanfeng as she stared at the dimension that was slowly but surely collapsing in on itself, becoming slower and slower.

After that, a barrier suddenly appeared in front of the two, created by their combined efforts.

Suddenly, without giving the two any time to perfect or improve the barrier, an incredible wave of pure power suddenly smashed against Xu Lanfeng and the Elemental Daoist.

Although the Elemental Daoist was the one who had created this dimension, he could not truly control it's self-destruction, after all, he had to spend most of his energy even creating the thing.

As soon as the wave of destruction touched the barrier, a crack suddenly appeared on the barrier, causing the already pale face of the Elemental Daoist to become even paler.

Of course, if the two wanted to flee this attack, it would be no issue for them, but in this case, the damage caused by the destruction of tis dimension would be astronomical.

Seeing that the Elemental Daoist was already on his last legs, Xu Lanfeng let out a sigh before spitting out a small mouthful of blood on the Chaos Clock.

...

At the same as this was happening, a small little boy appeared nearby the battlefield, staring at it.

'It's my chance,' thought the little boy as he watched the battlefield.

Seeing that Xu Lanfeng and the Elemental Daoist were focused on defending against something, the little boy was about to take action, as an incredibly fearful amount of power began gathering in his fist.

But at this moment, the incredibly powerful wave of power that had been making it's way toward the two cultivators suddenly disappeared without any trace.

Even so, at this little moment, the little boy sensed an aura that caused his fist, which was preparing to strike, to slightly shake.

...

The moment Xu Lanfeng spit out a mouthful of blood on the Chaos Clock, the wave of power, which had been threatening to destroy at least several nearby regions instantly disappeared.

After she spat out a mouthful of blood, Xu Lanfeng's face suddenly became pale.

...

At this moment, inside of a small secret realm in the Rain Region, an old woman, who had not personally interfered in the Three Thousand Regions for billions of years suddenly raised her head with a melancholic look on her face.{Note:Check chapter 147 "Water Drop" if you do not remember these characters}

"Xu Jinming..." mumbled the old woman as she stared at the sky, thinking about the past.

"Master, did something happen?" asked Chu De'er, who was sitting on the lap of the old woman.

"It's nothing, how about you go play with your senior sister?" asked the old woman, looking at Chu De'er with a kind look on her face as she gestured to Shui Ming, who had just entered the room.

As she heard her master's words, although Chu De'er felt that there was something not quite right with them, she still followed her master's orders obediently, running towards her senior sister.

A moment later, both Shui Ming and Chu De'er left the room, leaving only the old woman sitting alone.

At this moment, the old woman fell deep into thought, as a frown appeared on her face.

After a few moments, it seemed as though the old woman had decided what to do, as she finally returned to her original form.

In the place of the old, now stood a tiny drop of water, one which could not really be distinguished from other drops of water.

A moment later, the drop of Water exited the secret realm it resided in, flying in a particular direction.