The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

She does have a way to connect the rules again.

As long as Thirteen can completely contain the ancestral tree, she can give it a try in this situation where the rules are chaotic and collapsing.

Tutu observed the battle situation on Thirteen's side through the formation.

The ancestral tree's light ball was trapped in the formation, but it seemed to have found the pattern of the formation, hiding in several specific positions in the formation, dodging back and forth.

Tutu placed fire-type materials in the positions of Sheng, Shang, Xiu, Du, Jing, Si, and Jing in the formation, which could trap the ancestral tree.

However, it was very difficult to kill it. She only hoped that Thirteen's control of the formation could delay the ancestral tree for a while.

Tutu set up a spirit gathering array and a defensive array, and had a pile of spirit stones at hand for easy use.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he began to impact the foundation-building stage.

She had been in the Great Perfection for quite some time, and her foundation-building skills were already very weak. She had been suppressing her cultivation, mainly to perfect her foundation.

The process of impacting the key points is a natural process.

Tutu grasped the mystery of the moment of advancement and tried hard to recall the feeling of facing the rules before.

Everything around me began to slow down, and the nebulae and cosmic dust spinning in the sky stopped again.

Thin white lines slowly appeared before her eyes.

Tutu saw the line closest to him, which was on this satellite.

Her soul left her body and she quickly followed the thin line, but as the distance from her body increased, she gradually felt resistance.

But she couldn't return to her body. Once she did, this perception would be completely cut off.

She moved forward step by step with difficulty.

Closer, closer,

We are about to see the end of this line.

The stillness around me began to change, and time began to flow slowly.

She felt the turbulence around her, which was caused by the collapse of the rules. The most turbulent part of the rules was Yeyue, which made the lines in her eyes flicker.

Tutu struggled forward while tentatively grabbing the string and pulling it back. The string seemed to be real and was really pulled by her.

The speed of things around them suddenly increased, several times faster than normal. The nebulae in the sky and the continents not far away were spinning rapidly as if they were installed with clockwork.

Tutu felt dizzy, but she held on to the thread tightly.

Finally, a wave of movement appeared in the void in front of the thin line, and a corner of a huge anchor rod glowing with white light was pulled out.

Tutu felt a splitting headache, and all the lights and shadows around him quickly retreated.

She lay there with blood coming out of all her orifices, her skin cracked.

She couldn't let go. She finally found the anchor, which was her goal after drifting for so long.

Gritting my teeth, I exerted my strength again. There was a thick blood-red rope on the anchor rod.

She was wrestling not only with the power of the anchor itself, but also with the blood-red rope.

As the giant anchor emerged, the blood-red rope that was originally loosely tied to the giant anchor seemed to be awakened and gradually tightened.

She could no longer hold on and put all her strength on the thin wire in her hand.

With the peripheral vision, he could see that as the surroundings continued to turbulent, in the space not far away, thin lines on the ancestral tree continued to break, but its aura was also constantly increasing.

The transparent light shield that shone with golden light shattered, and the flower buds on the ancestral tree kept falling off, leaving only the blood-red branches that kept extending and smashing the formation crazily.

Attacking towards me,

Thirteen stepped over the formation and came one step ahead, blocking his own body, constantly throwing out formations and talismans to block the attacks of the ancestral tree.

Thirteen looked around, his eyes glowing with golden light, as if he could see his own soul, and he moved towards this side while holding his body.

As the distance between her soul and her body shortened, she felt her strength recover a little.

I finally pulled out part of the anchor claw with all my strength. The thin line hanging on the anchor claw was different from the blood-red rope on the anchor rod in color. It was white.

These thin lines spread and interweave the entire night moon,

Tutu squeezed his spirit and took a few steps forward, using his mind as a knife to cut those white threads and reduce his resistance.

The broken lines floated around, and the surrounding space became increasingly unstable.

From time to time, there were fragments of various colors shining, scattered with the vibration of space,

Her soul was impacted by the fragments of rules and became increasingly unstable.

It hurts so much. Tutu tried to hold back her tears. She felt like her soul was being split apart. She couldn't bear it any longer.

But she still held the thread tightly in her hand. She held on until now only because she believed that she could not bring danger to her own plane.

She can die, but her family, her parents, her friends, her nation, and the world cannot be in danger because of her failure to try her best.

The humanitarian rules of this plane are a lesson for her. She can tell that the other party is the previous host of this plane. Because of her carelessness, she brought such a catastrophic disaster to her homeland.

She absolutely cannot make the same mistake again.

Tutu was just fantasizing to distract himself from the pain.

Zushu has gone crazy and attacks Thirteen desperately.

In order to protect Tutu's body, Thirteen's body was pierced with multiple holes, veins bulged on her face, and she broke off the branch of the ancestral tree that was inserted into her body, and continued to fight with the ancestral tree with the broken branch.

The surrounding images flashed before Tutu's eyes like a kaleidoscope.

Tutu felt very sleepy. She knew she was at the end of her rope.

The blue circle on the system side has turned red in a hurry.

“Picture…Picture…”

Suddenly, the system interface emitted a strong light, and the light on the blue circle dimmed a lot.

Tutu felt a surge of power rushing into her body, and the thin line in her hand quickly turned blue and thicker, becoming as thick as a finger, pulling the anchor rod of the giant anchor out of the void.

The blood-red rope seemed to sense her increasing pressure and began to exert force, the rope became tight.

Tutu was dragged down in an instant, and the anchor claw that had been exposed shrank back into the void.

With great difficulty controlling his body, Tutu discovered that the blood-red rope on the giant anchor seemed to be expanding, changing from blood-red to blood-red mixed with gray.

Tutu was about to be dragged into the void by the retracted giant anchor, with only one or two meters left. The distance that had been opened with great difficulty before was gone.

She tried hard to hold back her tears. Would it be a waste of her soul's energy if she cried? Her basic knowledge was not solid.

Every bit of remaining energy is too precious to be wasted on emotions.

Thirteen was carrying her body with difficulty as he approached. The ancestral tree was like a mad dog, and the branches it shot out exploded inside Thirteen's body.

Tutu was unable to spare any strength to protect his body, and could only let the golden shield on his body continue to shatter. Even the green tortoise shell array had cracked a little.

The blue rope is only one-third as thick as the expanded blood-red rope.

Relying on her own strength, she could only be dragged into the void where the rules were shattered little by little.

At the moment when she was about to be swallowed by the shattered rules of the void,

A green rope extended from the system and connected to her!