However, now Su Mo is not going to merge the twelfth small world, he wants to directly merge the small world in the Realm of Creation.
Now, with the invasion of the Yuan Clan, the human race cannot be said to be in dire straits, but it is also facing a severe test. He must strengthen his own strength as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, Su Mo moved his mind and entered the small world of the tomb again.
In the small world of the tomb, he came under the statue of Burning Long. Sit cross-legged.
Su Mo didn’t merge directly, but with a thought, he mobilized the power of the world’s avenue rules.
One is to adjust the time flow rate around him to the fastest, which is about ten times.
The stronger the world, the more difficult it is to speed up the flow of time. On the contrary, those extremely weak worlds can be faster.
For example, in Su Mo’s own small world, he could be a thousand times faster, or even ten thousand times faster, but it was useless, he could not understand anything, and he would waste his lifespan in vain.
He is affected by the rules of the origin world, and he only has a total lifespan of five million years.
The second is to present the avenue of the tomb world in the clearest way for him to watch and comprehend.
In the small world of Burning Long, Su Mo was also inspired by Unbounded Abyss to comprehend the rules of the Great Dao. Although the Dao is not as clear as Unbounded Abyss here, it is much faster than the outside world.
Ten times the speed of the world flow, Su Mo continued to comprehend.
Not too far from where Su Mo was, the Rong city of the Rong clan stood on the ground, as if it had existed forever.
In a palace.
A group of powerful figures sat long and raised their glasses frequently.
“Patriarch Rongtian, if you want to say that this great world of origin is really strong like rain, a cultivation level like ours is not worth mentioning in front of the origin of all races!”
The person who spoke was Taiyue Tianjun, with a lonely face, shaking his head and sighing.
“Indeed, not only you Taiyue Tianjun are not worth mentioning, but I have never even heard of you Spirit Race!”
Another strong man spoke, with a sarcastic look on his face.
Taiyue Tianjun’s face sank, looked at the other party, snorted softly, and said, “Your four-armed clan, I have never heard of it, and you are also a small clan of bullets, so it is not worth mentioning.”
“I am the Nine Heavens God Arm Clan, not the Four Arm Clan!”
The four-armed alien shouted coldly, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
“Hehe, divine arm? What’s so magical about it?” Taiyue Tianjun sneered.
“enough!”
Seeing the quarrel between Taiyue Tianjun and the four-armed alien race, Shangyu Zhenzu uttered a soft drink, and the sea of consciousness of the two of them immediately roared, and their hearts were dark.
“Ancestor Shangyu, they are resentful, they can go out to fight later to relieve the depression in their hearts!”
The Red Nether Soul Lord glanced at Taiyue Tianjun and the four-armed alien race, smiled wryly and shook his head.
In terms of the cultivation base and the city of Yi Taiyue and the other two, it is not enough to bicker over drinking.
In fact, being trapped in this small world of tombs, the road ahead is blocked, hope is completely lost, and resentment keeps growing in my heart.
The only way to get out is to surpass Su Mo in strength. Only then can he forcefully break through this world.