Everything in front of him is not the path of fire that he walked in the past, nor the Wangxiang Terrace that he has climbed, nor the gate of reincarnation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Standing at the end of this Nai He Bridge, Jiang Han's eyes were dark, as if the universe was boundless and endless, and in that endless darkness, there was a towering temple.

That temple, suspended in the distant darkness, motionless, seemed to come from endless years, flowing with eternal meaning, that ethereal and eerie feeling, Jiang Han's heart couldn't help but tremble.

He looked up and saw only a blood moon in the void, glowing in the infinite darkness, as if it had ignited that subtle hope in the endless darkness.

The temple is high and does not know how much, covering a side of the world, the whole body is black, the black is flowing with a trace of gold, the four poles of the eaves are oblique, majestic and solemn, the eighty-four layers of black masonry decoration on it, the simple atmosphere.

Eighty-four stout stone pillars prop up the top of the temple, like the pillars of optimus, and there is nothing above it, vertical and solemn.

On the pedestal of the temple, eighty-four strange huge chains are connected, as if eighty-four passages extend from the pedestal, stretching out into the dark and clear void, the chains are horizontal, holding up this majestic temple, and below it, there is a darkness, I don't know what its bottom is, I don't know how deep it is.

Above the main hall, there is a huge plaque, two special characters, Jiang Han can't recognize it, but it exudes an obscure meaning, giving people a sense of ancient vicissitudes.

As for the core of the temple, it was shrouded in endless darkness, like a black hole, absorbing all the light, so that Jiang Han at the head of the bridge could not see the slightest clue and clue.

Jiang Han had a feeling that he was looking at the magnificent temple in the dark universe without a single star on the star boat.

"Why did it become like this, whose palace is this?" Jiang Han held his breath.

Turning around, Jiang Han saw the Lechuan River, but in front of him, there was an endless abyss, as if two time and space overlapped, and he was standing at the intersection of time and space.

At this moment, at Jiang Han's feet, there is that chain, I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional, connected to this Nai He Bridge.

The giant lock was dark and dull, but it was unusually thick, and there were traces of fine lines on it, which seemed to be something left over from the past, and it looked a little mysterious and strange under the dim blood light of the sky.

A low and distant sigh suddenly sounded in Jiang Han's heart: "This is the emperor... Destroy... Immortal... Inner... Come..."

"Who?" Jiang Han's heart suddenly tightened, but he couldn't hear any sound, as if everything was just an illusion, but there was a dead chill in his heart.

"Do you want me to enter that temple?" Jiang Han thought for a moment, he felt an inexplicable attraction, telling him to want him to enter that temple.

Calming down, Jiang Han looked at the temple in the distance again, thinking for a long time, it seemed that there was no better way than to move on.

Stepping out, Jiang Han stepped onto the black chain and looked around.

To calm him a little, the black chains did not sway in the slightest, but quietly connected to the distant temple.

It's just that after walking thousands of zhang, Jiang Han has come to the center of this chain, and he feels an eerie aura, as if something is constantly eroding it, if it weren't for the golden scroll that is constantly releasing light to resist, I am afraid it has invaded his body.

"It seems that we need to speed things up. Jiang Han understood that the power contained in that golden scroll was not much, and the time left for him was limited.

Soon, Jiang Han came to the end of this chain, and dozens of meters in front of him was already the base of the majestic palace, but when he arrived here, the eerie chill had already made Jiang Han a little uncomfortable, and even the golden light released by the golden scroll seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force.

"What is in this temple?" Jiang Han felt a burst of warnings coming from the underworld, as if there was something in that temple that could destroy all this.

Jiang Han was extremely nervous at this time, and he didn't want to lose his life in this mysterious region for no reason.

Finally, he stepped on the pedestal of this majestic temple, an ancient temple that had been sealed for countless thousands of years, and was finally set foot on.

Standing at the bottom of this pedestal, Jiang Han could truly feel how majestic this temple was, looking up, he saw that it was almost a heavenly dome, and the highest degree of that temple seemed to be at the same height as the blood moon in the endless time and space.

The width of the entire pedestal, Jiang Han slightly estimated, has reached hundreds of miles, and it is unusually flat and amazing.

"What the hell is it?" Jiang Han's sense of danger was getting closer and closer, and he decided that the danger was in that temple.

Jiang Han began to walk along the lowest level of the pedestal, and after walking for several miles, he stopped, because, in the distance, on the walls of the first and second pedestals, there were scrolls of pictures that seemed to be carved on them.

He stepped forward and took a closer look, this is a humanoid creature, several meters high, the wings are extremely black, spread out more than ten meters, the front chest and claws, even if it is just a picture scroll, you can feel the fierce murder, the most expressive, is the eyes, blood red and flawless, as if they are about to jump out of the picture scroll.

Jiang Han didn't dare to touch it, and looked at the second picture scroll, this is a four-hoofed beast, equally powerful, powerful breath, the same as the previous one in Jian'ou, the eyes of this beast are also blood-red and flawless, containing endless killing intent.

The third, the fourth... One after another, Jiang Han looked at more than a dozen of them, each of which was a portrait of a character, with different shapes, strange and strange, each one was lifelike, and some of them were enough to make Jiang Han's heart tremble just by breath, and their common feature was that they all had a pair of blood-red eyes, which made people dare not look directly.

Then, Jiang Han continued to look at it, this pattern is no longer a picture scroll, but a series of characters, this strange character, although Jiang Han does not know, but it seems to have a kind of magic, so that he can't help but read it.

"Who can get drunk alone in this situation, only the end of the world will cut off people's sorrows. ”

The font is bold, strong and powerful, with a sharp sword pen, but Jiang Han felt a sense of grief and powerlessness from it, and that emotion, in an instant, had affected Jiang Han and made him sad.

Half a sound, Jiang Han sobered up.

"I don't know who left it, the words contain feelings, hundreds of millions of years apart, but they can still affect my mental emotions. Jiang Han was amazed in his heart, and he also raised his vigilance.

This temple, in his heart, became more and more mysterious.

Continue to look down, this is the last picture scroll of this layer, and what is left on it is the special font, just a few simple characters, Jiang Han still can't help but read it.

"You're here. ”

At this moment, Jiang Han was stunned, this text has no beginning and no tail, who does this 'you' refer to? Who does it refer to? Or the person who left the word?

Jiang Han had a feeling that the font on this wall could never be left for no reason.

It's just that, apart from this font and these mural scrolls, Jiang Han didn't find any other clues.

"Do you want me to continue to go up?" Jiang Han looked up.

The base of this magnificent temple is divided into three layers, and above it is where the real temple is, and what he is staying in now is only the first floor of the temple.

When he came here, Jiang Han had already felt the gloomy chill, it was a force that made him completely unable to resist, as if it was about to explode at any time and completely destroy him, but, when he came here, he had no way out, and he couldn't find a clue to go back, so he could only continue to move forward.

"Go to the second layer!" Jiang Han made up his mind.

However, he had just left the mural where the font was located, and he had only walked out a few meters.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, Jiang Han had already felt a terrifying aura, and from a picture before that, that endless and terrifying sense of fear instantly filled Jiang Han's mind.

"Danger!" Jiang Han suddenly jumped out and quickly headed towards the huge chain not far away, this was completely the instinct of life, a natural reaction when encountering an irresistible crisis.

But it was too late.

Before Jiang Han could escape, a terrifying fluctuation came from behind, and a terrifying force directly fixed this void, and Jiang Han's whole person seemed to be bound.

Then, the world was truly quiet, as if time had stood still.

"You're late!" sighed, as if from a long distance, like a thunderclap, sounded in Jiang Han's ears.

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Han's heart sank to the bottom, and he could feel that the power that bound him could easily suppress and kill him.

"Boom!"

There was a roar, and Jiang Han watched his body like a doll, pulled back by the invisible force, and froze directly on the ground, facing the side of the mural, unable to move.

In his heart, a sense of powerlessness involuntarily welled up, in the previous Shenyuan Sergeant Inheritance Battle, he killed one innate powerhouse after another, thinking that he had a trace of self-preservation, but here, there was no slightest resistance power.

At this moment, his heart was filled with a desire for power and a desire to control his own destiny.

"That's?" Jiang Han's body couldn't move, and he couldn't even observe his thoughts out of his body, but his eyes could see, and his soul could still think.

In front of the previous figure mural, there was a large black vortex mist, from which the mural continued to extend and gush out, as if it was pregnant with something, Jiang Han waited for a few breaths, the fog slowly dissipated, and a tall figure appeared in front of Jiang Han.

Jiang Han stared at each other.

This is a four-armed humanoid creature, more than two meters tall, standing barefoot on the ground, wearing black armor, with a face that is no different from a human, with long black hair dancing, but, under that long hair, is a withered face, the layers of wrinkles on the face, the atmosphere of death in the twilight years, if it is difficult to hide, it can vaguely show its former hero.

It's just that even if he is aging like this, Jiang Han's heart is still trembling.

The pure-blooded eyes are as deep as the abyssal sea, as if they contain a heaven and earth.

Checkmate is not dead, Yu Weirin people.