The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle Chapter 451: 285: Sorry, Not Accepting Disciples at the Mome

Chapter 451: Chapter 285: Sorry, Not Accepting Disciples at the Mont_2

It unleashed its power, making it so that everyone was struggling to breathe, with a large amount of black chaos gently pressing down from its palm!

Gathering in mid-air!

Expanding from the size of a fist!

“It’s going to destroy everything here!”

“Run!”

But around them… there was a strange ritual coalescing, trapping everyone.

“The World Ship, I’ve been looking for it for a long ti…” the Dark Venerable said hoarsely, “Just right, those who have arrived here seem to all be aware of everything, except for the Divine Son who is to open God’s repository, the other people can simply be eliminated directly.”

Du En, the old professor, shuddered as if those few words also touched a secret of theirs.

“You sure have a lot of secrets,” Su Qi comnted calmly.

The young man trembled: “What are you comnting on at a ti like this? We don’t even have a chance to escape the instance now.”

To actively force an exit from the instance, one had to fulfill a prerequisite, which was to “withdraw from combat state,” but how could they withdraw under such circumstances!

“Don’t panic.”

Su Qi looked at Du En and the old professor, “Both of you, whether you are Divine Sons or Priests, now I need to confirm with you, if I help you solve it…”

“You can solve it?” the Bearded Man was a bit shocked. “The bullets just missed.”

“I don’t talk to fools.”

“????”

But Du En clenched his fists, “Brother Su, although you have been deceiving since we t.”

“?.” Su Qi.

Impolite, I never lie.

“But… even now, I still choose to believe in you. As long as it can save everyone, I am willing to open God’s repository for you, Brother Su.”

The old professor’s eyes trembled.

“Divine Son.”

Du En was resolute. It was the final mont now; he wanted to grasp every sliver of hope, and he absolutely couldn’t fall into the hands of the Abyss Church; even if he resisted desperately and didn’t want to open it, the other party had countless ways to control him.

Su Qi paused for a mont, reaching into his pocket and muttering to himself:

“Actually, I was just about to say, if I help you solve it… could you call ‘Sect Hierarch’ and set up a statue of The Hustlers for ?”

Everyone: “…”

And Su Qi had already taken the object out of his hand.

“This is…”

The young man’s eyes widened. “A conch.”

Su Qi: “No, this is the Magical Conch!”

F*ck! What’s the difference!

“Boom!”

The sky roared nacingly, like a teor, the terrifying mass of chaos felt oppressive as it plumted down.

“Here it cos!”

Everyone was completely covered by the dark shadow, the massive energy mass plumted down, and once it exploded, it would utterly annihilate everything, and no one could escape.

Of course.

The White-haired Priest and others had already dodged.

And at this ti.

Su Qi blew the Magical Conch.

The importance of the conch itself is not important, what is important is the being residing within the conch; last ti… after the incident on the Rainbow Bridge, Brother Cat and his race went with the Yellow Robed Priest to set up camp.

And Patrick stayed inside the Magical Conch, alongside him.

Simultaneously.

Patrick’s strength and his riotous state’s size were linked, and he grew very fast; so long as he slept… his size would naturally increase.

As for now.

The next mont as he blew…

“Boom!”

A tentacle… from the opening of the conch burst forth, and in an instant, expanded at a hundredfold, thousandfold rate!

Rumble!

Countless people stared dumbfounded at this… thousands of ters wide terrifying figure!

Even the Dark Venerable looked bewildered for a mont.

“What is… this monster.”

“Monster, sorry, it’s called Brother Hai Xing!”

Patrick, with an abyss-like oral apparatus, fiercely bit the mass of chaotic energy!

Boom boom boom!!

The huge explosions sounded like thunder, deafening people!

But for the thick-skinned Patrick, it wasn’t a big deal, and he even showed a strong interest in the chaos, recklessly trying to swallow it.

Su Qi didn’t stop him.

A body coveted by the God of Anxiety, is not simply any ordinary race.

“But, Brother Hai, do a favor, there’s still half a minute left, you must ensure your own safety, and you also need to help restrict his movents.”

“Roar!”

Patrick roared as if responding.

And as he roared, tangled up with the raging Dark Venerable, it’s unclear what sequence Patrick belonged to, but his body was extrely resilient; for such an existence, the body is a part of the strength.

“Boom, boom!”

The roar and the wind-like howling trembled everyone’s ears!

And at the sa ti.

Su Qi also watched… Xiao ng’s countdown display in his line of sight.

“Only fifteen seconds left…”

That one bullet, with every ter it traveled, boosted its power by 1% of its basic state.

“Only ten seconds.”

By now, it was not necessary to confirm the data given by Xiao ng or to look at how many tis the power had multiplied.

“Only five seconds.”

At this mont.

Su Qi’s eyes shifted slightly, seemingly seeing sothing very far away, as if the heavens were about to change.

“Four seconds!”

Sound travels slower than light, but the aura is different, almost instantly, it roared with a terrifying force making everyone turn their heads.

“What is approaching!”

The Bearded Man’s eyes widened.

Including the Dark Venerable whose expression trembled slightly, he sensed a terrifying, lethal might!

They all looked in that direction!

A roaring air ripple! Approaching at a terrifying speed! Wherever it passed, although still a hundred ters from the ground, large amounts of mountains shattered, swept up by the terrifying airflow behind, forming a fierce tornado over fifty ters high!