"Um."

Zhao Fan nodded, "I don't know when it will mature or how long we have to wait."

He lifted his chin and stared at the light curtain.

Some time passed.

Many supernatural fish gave up without finding the source of their perception, and jumped up and down around the huge flower again.

Zhao Fan yawned.

Time passes day by day.

After waiting patiently for more than half a year.

The three petals of that huge flower suddenly trembled, and then closed upward to form a flower!

"Are you going to mature?"

Zhao Fan suddenly became energetic.

"He's coming."

The phantom pointed at the light curtain behind it.

I saw a palm-sized boat on the sea, rushing like a wind and waves, and the little unknown ancestral realm stood on it with a serious look on its face.

"Prepare."

Zhao Fan turned his head and looked at the illusion, "As soon as he shows signs of taking away the huge flower, we will show up directly."

"Okay." Huanmian nodded eagerly.

Later.

The boat from the unknown ancestral realm stopped under the huge flower, and laughed, "Hahaha, after waiting for ten epochs, I finally waited until the only sacred ancestor level treasure in this entire realm has matured!"

"Ten cycles?"

In the Nine Realms Tower, Zhao Fan asked in confusion: "How long is a cycle?"

"This is a time unit used in the era of the previous Lord." Huanmian introduced: "One cycle is ninety-one trillion years."

"He's been waiting here for nine billion billion years?"

Zhao Fan took a breath of air, "If he is intercepted by us, will he not be able to fight us to the death?"

"But it's worth the risk."

Huan Mian said expectantly: "Didn't you hear, Lord, the only heavenly material and earthly treasure at the Saint Ancestor level in the domain!!!"

"Um!"

Zhao Fan nodded solemnly, "By the way, why did he use the time unit of the past? Could it be that he was a figure from the older generation before the master's death?"

"It's possible. I don't have much impression. Maybe he existed at that time, but he wasn't very strong." Huan Mian said.

now.

The huge flowers closed on the light curtain, human faces appeared, and wept.

Then, it floated from the sea to the sky, trying to escape.

"Where to run!"

The unknown ancestral realm stretched out a palm as small as a bean, but a huge palm as huge as a mountain appeared in the void.

Just when I was about to hold the huge flower.

The figures of Zhao Fan and the phantom appeared.

Eighteen phantom palms appeared, each holding a different weapon, resisting the big hand.

And Zhao Fan, photographed Zhao Bei, activated the eighth secret map of "Nine Levels of Shock", "The Eleventh Form of Controlling the Bei, No Gap!"

This is a special seal.

In an instant.

Countless gray silk threads shot out from the body of the Zhao stele, binding the huge flowers.

at the same time.

The unknown ancestral realm looked at the two people who appeared out of thin air with annoyance, "You two, not only ignored my dissuasion, but you also dared to hide here and cut off the mess without permission!"

"So what?"

The trajectory of the many weapons in the illusion is dizzying.

"You little thing who doesn't know how to live or die, let him die!"

As soon as the foot of the unknown ancestral realm stepped on the boat, thousands of waves arose around the boat, hitting Huan Mian and Zhao Fan.

"My lord, hurry up!"

Huan Mian quickly spoke out a reminder.

Zhao Fan quickly passed the Zhao Monument with quick eyes and hands, and dragged the bound huge flower into the Nine Realms Tower, and escaped into it the moment before the thousands of waves hit it!
Chapter completed!