boom!

The next moment, a violent aura swept across.

Tiya's fingers trembled slightly, then became very firm, and he tightly pinched the cover of the book page!

call!

The blood mist erupted and flew towards the edge of space.

The monster realized the danger and used all his strength to escape from this space.

The illusory boundary was affected by the blood mist, and the pages of the book in Tiya's hand were about to be opened.

But that's all!

"Confinement!"

A vicissitudes of life suddenly sounded in this space.

The time flow rate suddenly became extremely slow, and it was almost stagnant!

The blood mist that kept flowing around the monster's body stopped in an instant.

It seems to be able to move itself, but the movement seems to be slowed down by a hundred times.

Tiya and Plandes were also targeted.

Tiya's hand turning the pages was suspended by the power of time.

Bishop Aslan saw that the pages on Tiya's hand were almost turned on, his face suddenly changed, his pupils shrank, and he took a deep breath.

"Fortunately I caught up, almost I became the sinner of the Temple of Time Series!"

Aslan said guiltily, and his figure flashed and appeared next to Tiya out of thin air.

He carefully took the pages from Tiya's hand, and then lifted the restriction states of Tiya and Plandes.

Tiya's body sank, she swayed back and forth before recovering slightly.

"Did you use it like this? Hum?"

The old man frowned, with a hint of blame in his tone.

However, when he saw Tiya's pale face, he shook his head helplessly.

This time he was lured from the mountain by the Immortal Clan. Strictly speaking, he also has certain responsibilities for Tiya's current situation.

Tiya didn't speak, but looked at the monster, and the meaning in her eyes was very obvious.

"well!"

Aslan sighed, without further nonsense, and turned around to deal with the monster.

He stretched out his right hand towards the monster whose movements were so slow that it was beyond remarkable, grabbed the five fingers, and then grabbed it.

"senescence!"

With a light roar, the power of time fluctuated continuously, attacking the monster.

In a blink of an eye, the scarlet flesh on the surface of the monster's body completely turned into gray-white dry pieces of meat.

Unlike Tiya's previous abilities, the gray-white jerky didn't just stop on the surface, but was still spreading into the monster's body.

The shriveled meat on the surface continued to weather and turned into sand-like ashes, floating towards the ground.

The flesh and blood in its body is still regenerating, but it cannot keep up with the speed of aging at all.

In a blink of an eye, the whole monster shriveled like a lee sprinkled with salt.

In Aslan's hands, the monster that seemed invincible just now could not even make up the waves of struggle...

Two minutes later, Planders stared at the ashes on the ground, feeling speechless.

While the Aslan Lord dealt with the monster, the master and apprentice stayed beside him and whispered.

"Chloe, don't take it seriously just now. I still value you very much. You have good talent in ritual studies. You must continue to work hard in the future. If you don't understand anything, just ask me."

Realizing that the crisis had passed, Planders immediately changed into a serious look.

As a disciple, Chloe touched the back of his head and said respectfully: "Teacher, I understand, I understand."

Planders obviously did not want to continue to get involved in this topic, but instead started to popularize his disciples: "The senior in front of him is a famous strong man in the Temple of Time Series, Aslan, whose title is the ring of the past, is also known as the Guardian of the Past."

This really aroused Chloe's curiosity. He asked quickly: "Teacher, don't you also call yourself a master of secret art? Is the master of secret art your title?"

Planders suddenly turned red and coughed heavily: "Cough cough... don't talk nonsense, this kind of title is not something that everyone has!"

"I'll test you. This space has been locked by the space ritual. How do you think he came in?"

Chloe shook his head: "I don't know, I'm stupid and unlucky, I can't guess it."

Planders looked at him helplessly, reached out to touch his arms, and took out a thick book: "This book is some of my experience in the research ceremony. You can study hard and forget what I said just now!"

Chloe frowned and said in confusion: "Hey, teacher, did you say anything? I don't remember... How did this senior break through the space lock?"

Planders looked at Aslan deeply and explained awkwardly: "Well, in fact, he did not break through the space lock, but entered the ceremony directly, entering here from a certain point before the ceremony."

Chloe thoughtfully and then asked again: "Can you shuttle through time? Isn't that invincible? Is the title of Guardian in the past also come from this?"

"Invincible? Maybe..."

Planders shook his head and did not continue the topic.

After all, the real owner is still here, and he is really not easy to judge.

...

"Two, first of all, on behalf of the Temple of Time, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you, and thank you for your help."

Aslan stood in front of Planders and Chloe, with a smile on his face and a very sincere look.

Planders waved his hand quickly, bent down slightly to salute, with a very respectful attitude: "I dare not, we are just to protect ourselves."

This guardian of the past is rumored to be the next generation of pope...if there is no such person.

They don’t need to tell the process, because with Aslan’s strength, he has clearly seen what happened in this space.

"You are Planders of the Secret Words Order? I've heard of Daming for a long time. So, can you know why you are deeply in the fog of erosion?"

Although Aslan was very polite, Planders did not dare to take airs and immediately explained: "I came to save people, an apprentice who had just joined the Secret Language Order, named Edith."

...

【Mysterious Quill: Unlocking progress 100%】

【Confirm unlocking! Ability analysis is under...】

Martin looked at the panel and felt more and more nervous.

While he was alerting to the movements around him, he paid attention to the panels.

The handwriting on it seems like a garbled pattern, constantly changing.

At this moment, the sea breeze has blown away the last trace of fog.

The moon in the sky, with the moon halo, turned into a white ball of light, reflecting the earth.

Just as Martin was waiting for the system to introduce the functions of the quill.

Another fluctuation of space fluctuation came from the yard.

The ceremony is about to be lifted!

Martin retracted his attention and stared at the yard with wide eyes.

Just like the ripples on the water surface that throws into stones, the yard and the surrounding space are also fluctuating.

Martin looked at the four slowly solid figures and quickly identified the lightest long-haired woman, Tiya.

Martin looked at the other three, both old and young, and they didn't recognize each other.

They also noticed Martin, who was standing in the moonlight and had already taken out his pistol.

Without seeing Captain Mike and Alder, Martin couldn't help but feel sad.

Is this sacrifice?

I've only worked together for less than a week...

Before Martin could speak, Tia couldn't help but frown at him and asked, "Martin? Why are you here, where are you?"

Martin was stunned for a moment, then quickly explained: "Uh, I'm not relieved, so I came over and checked. I didn't see the captain. Are they okay... Are you injured again?"

Only then did Martin notice Tia's scattered hair, her robe was covered with blood, and her waist was damaged.

Tiya shook her head gently and said in a calm tone: "No big problem, Mike and the others are fine, don't worry!"

It's fine! It's fine!

Martin breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I have known each other for a few days, I am a colleague at least and I am not bad. It would be a pity if I sacrificed this way.

At this time, the old man in the ritual robe quietly blocked half of Tia's body, looking at Martin with a bad look, revealing a hint of unconcealable vigilance.
To be continued...