Fang Wuhan stood in front of the windowsill in a daze, thinking about all the situations he could think of, and finally did not come to any conclusions.

Even if one of his conjectures was the correct answer, there was nothing he could do, after all, it was something that involved magic, and now the only thing around him that could touch magic was the four communication crystals.

"Alas......" he sighed and looked up at the sky, the whirlpool-shaped desolate vapor layer in the sky was dazzling to look at, and the center of the vortex was the huge black tornado, that is, the desolate gasification body manufacturing device.

He really couldn't help it this time, and his stomach rumbled again at the thought of this, and now there was only the last half of the cupboard left in the family snacks, and before their "trip to the Pacific" plan was implemented, his family's food was full of the whole cupboard, and there was a large pile in the corner of the back room.

He walked to the kitchen, and the food in the cupboard was enough for three or four meals, and if Su Ya came back, it was estimated that they would not have anything to eat in two days.

"Ahhh......h

The moment the discomfort hit, his nerves tensed suddenly, as if a pair of eyes were staring at him behind him, the murderous aura had knocked his soul down, and his body was still barely holding on.

He jerked around, his eyes flowing with terrible lava and flames.

Through the kitchen window, he saw the palace and the glorious golden light hidden in the fog and blizzard.

The murderous aura in his eyes grew even thicker.

The golden stream of light flowing from the side of the palace that reached into the sky symbolized this uniqueness and supremacy.

This familiar palace, which was in ruins the last time he saw it, is standing there again?

He suddenly came to his senses, the lava and flames in his eyes receded instantly, and the black pupils reflected the glorious temple outside the window.

"The Holy Lord's Palace?" He muttered, seeing the familiar towers and circles radiating divine light in the mist of holy light.

The surface of those palaces was covered with a layer of cotton snow, and the golden light shone on the snow, reflecting those sacred rays to other places, as sacred as the abode of God.

He instantly understood something like an initiation, the white snow and dense fog, wasn't it the scene in that illusion?

"Found you...... the corners of his mouth rose slightly, poured half a packet of nuts into his mouth in one go, and got up and walked out the door.

When he walked downstairs, he couldn't see the palaces and the holy light anymore, but he still remembered the location of the illusion, which was about northeast of their neighborhood, and it was very close, as if their home was in the holy city.

This time he didn't call anyone, he walked out of the neighborhood alone and walked along the street.

Most of the zombies near the community have already mutated, but these little zombies without "excellent genes", even after mutation, are still non-threatening in Fang Wuhan's eyes, and they separate their heads from their bodies with a wave of their claws.

The road, which he had walked countless times, had now become so unfamiliar, that the street was no longer full of bustling traffic in the past, the green belt on the side of the street had turned into black hay branches, and the green leaves on both sides of the road were only dry and hideous trunks; There are various means of transportation lying in the middle of the road, and it seems that from these you can see the panic of the people in the city as they flee the city......

"Alas......" he sighed again, and then a howling cold wind blew in his ears, and huge snowflakes like goose feathers fell from the sky and fell on his head like a brilliant white feather.

In front of him was the huge palace, ** majestic, straight into the sky, golden auspicious clouds surrounded by this temple, symbolizing the supremacy of the palace owner, as if it was an emperor's residence.

Of course, he knew this "emperor", the God of Creation Time, the Holy Monarch.

He was standing at the foot of the palace, and he couldn't see the top of the palace when he looked up, partly because of the heavy snow and fog, but also because the palace was too high.

"What people!" Before he had taken two steps, a voice similar to that of talking in an iron bucket sounded behind him, and he turned back to see a group of heavily armed and spear-armed guards already surrounding him behind him.

"I'm here to find your king." Fang Wuhan said.

"Who are you?" The leader of the guards swung his spear at him.

"I'm his friend." Fang Wuhan was confused, and he could only say this, I don't know if this group of guards can believe it.

"What's your name!" The lead guard continued.

"Fang Wuhan."

The lead guard then pulled out a golden device glowing blue from his pocket, which seemed to be the device for communication between them.

Although the guard had lowered his voice as much as possible, Fang Wuhan still wrote down what he said word by word: "There is a mysterious person named Fang Wuhan who broke into the center of the imperial city, saying that he wants to see His Majesty the Holy Monarch, hoping that the upper echelons will verify it......"

Fang Wuhan smiled slightly, standing in place, wanting to see how this group of guards "disposed" of him.

About a minute later, the gates of the palace burst open, and a dazzling glow shot out of the palace, reflecting the snow as if it were a golden sanctuary.

In the row of people who came out of the light, he recognized Su Ya's emaciated figure and the tall and fat fat man at a glance, as well as the tall and thin familiar figure between the two of them.

"Holy Monarch......" He couldn't help laughing like a child of a good friend, and his feet unconsciously ran towards them.

"Hurry up! He still has a mysterious weapon in his hand! Fang Wuhan had just run out a few steps before the group of guards behind him immediately chased after him and directly knocked him to the ground with the spear in his hand.

"Stop." The voice of the Supreme God echoed throughout the clearing in an instant, and the group of guards had probably never been directly ordered by the king, and the Holy Monarch's opening immediately frightened them to retreat several steps and stand in a straight line.

Fang Wuhan got up from the ground, and Su Ya and the fat man also ran towards him.

"Brother, why are you here too?" Su Ya helped him pat the snow off his body, and the fat man smirked beside him like a fool.

"I'm looking for you." Fang Wuhan said, looking at the Holy Monarch behind Su Ya.

The two smiled slightly, and the Holy Monarch bowed deeply at him, "Hello, Fog Han." ”

Fang Wu laughed coldly, "Why, I haven't seen you for a few days, so you're so polite." ”

The Holy Monarch seemed to be a little confused, and he wrinkled his forehead, "Hmm...... Don't hide it from Brother Wuhan, we are not from the same era now, and the land under your feet now is already trillions of billions of years ago in your timeline, so ...... So earlier...... We don't know each other yet. ”

Fang Wuhan was stunned, he didn't know what to say for a while, after the Holy Monarch said this, everything could be explained, because in the real world, this palace had already become a ruin, and it was still so brilliant at this moment, it was probably the heyday of this civilization, when the first desolation riot had not yet come, and the Holy Monarch and the evil god led this civilization to survive in the only dimensional dimension.

"Brother Wuhan doesn't need to panic, it's cold outside, you might as well follow me to the palace first, let's take our time." After the Holy Monarch finished speaking, he let him get out of the way.

Fang Wuhan smiled stiffly, "Good ......" After speaking, he followed the Holy Monarch into this great palace.

He remembered the last time he visited, it was as dark as a black hole, and he couldn't see it when he put his hand in front of him, and the ground was covered with a layer of dust like slag, and the palace was left with some ruins, which was not at all what he saw now.

He remembered that the Saint Monarch had told him that the slag-like dust under his feet was the zombie remains left behind by the evil god detonating the entire space.

It was precisely the explosion of the evil god that gave rise to the original primitive form of the universe.

And now the palace in front of him is so splendid, whether it is the wall or the ground or the ceiling, every brick and tile seems to be a luminous body, illuminating the interior of this large palace, the ground here is similar to the golden terrazzo tiles on the earth, only smoother than the terrazzo tiles, as if a layer of wax.

On both sides of the road they walked, guards wearing gold armor and holding golden spears stood in two rows, like statues of **.

"Brother Fog Han should have been here at some point in the timeline, isn't there any difference?" The Holy Monarch turned around and chatted with Fang Wuhan.

Fang Wuhan nodded, "Hmm...... The change is big, very big......"

As he spoke, they had already walked to a huge circular circle at the end of the main hall, if Fang Wuhan guessed correctly, this should be a teleportation device similar to an elevator.

Sure enough, after the Holy Monarch pressed on a holy light array, the magic circle immediately shot out a dazzling pillar of light to envelop them, and the dazzling halo made them all subconsciously close their eyes, and when they opened them again, they had already turned into the Holy Monarch's private workplace.

The Holy Monarch quickened his pace and walked over and politely pushed open the door for them, "The room is a little messy, I hope you don't laugh at your guests......"