Jun Qinghan looked at Bai Xiaopang's flushed face, shook his head helplessly, and immediately carried Bai Xiaopang in the direction of the Temple of Years. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Boss Qinghan, I don't need you to drag me, I'll go naturally...... Aha...... Daughter-in-law, I'm coming", Bai Xiaopang laughed, shook his fat round buttocks, stepped on the earth, and rumbled towards the Temple of Years.

"I'm still an innocent little virgin after so many years", Bai Xiaopang's face was full of flowers, and his smile was extraordinarily cheap.

However, after a while, the two of them came to a vast and open mountain and river, the giant veins were creeping, the fog locked the temple, and the entire territory of thousands of miles seemed extremely mysterious, and the moment Jun Qinghan stepped into it, he only felt the infinite turbulence of time.

It's like being in the middle of nowhere.

At the end of the reincarnation eyes, you can vaguely see an ancient temple, he towers into the top of the clouds, and his body is wrapped in silver-white light, surrounded by infinite mysterious power, as if countless rivers of time surround it.

The vast majesty permeated from the ancient hall.

Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, only feeling that the time of the void was out of order at this moment, and it had already disappeared in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and there was no day and night, here...... Filled with endless glorious years, the vastness is incomparable.

Thousands of years, at your fingertips!

On this vast territory, tens of thousands of monks have gathered, and they are fascinated to the territory and the temple of time.

They felt the infinite power of the temple, which had an infinite heritage, and if they could hold the palm of their hands for endless years, they could span the ages, hundreds of thousands of years in a single thought, and in the blink of an eye, they could also turn into eternity.

However, everyone soon discovered a terrible truth:

As they drew closer to the Temple of Time, they were aging.

The jade-like face wrinkled, and the bones began to wither...... The green silk turned into frost and snow, and the sharp eyes gradually covered with a layer of gray mist, and the world could no longer be seen clearly in their eyes. Within a few hours, the years will pass away, and their longevity will be exhausted.

Similarly, Jun Qinghan and Bai Xiaopang also found this.

His hands were wrinkled, his bones were thin, his frost-white hair was flying in the air, Jun Qinghan looked in the direction of the Temple of Years, his eyes were full of vicissitudes. Bai Xiaopang on the side is the same, his voice is like a ghost, and he is miserable:

"Boss Qinghan, this ...... What's going on...... How did I become like this, his grandfather's ...... My daughter-in-law is also here, so she won't do that...... It's an old woman!"

Saying that, Bai Xiaopang's crying face was even more miserable.

Jun Qinghan shook his head silently, "If you want to get something, you have to pay a price", this kind of accelerated aging, he has also experienced it in the Dry Mulberry Domain, but in this time God Domain, he has become more and more terrifying.

The only ones that don't have an impact are those who are in the palm of their hands and are moral.

Above the Divine Domain of the Years, tens of thousands of heavenly giants have all become old men for a while, they are faltering, looking at the high temple of time, full of resentment and hope, as well as the unwillingness revealed in their bones.

Their mystical skills have passed, their bodies are rickety, and they have lost their original vigor.

However, they became more and more unwilling in their hearts, and even if they knelt, they had to go to the temple of those years...... The high temple is like a heavenly gate, as long as you knock on it, you can turn into an immortal overnight.

In the end, one Tianjiao fell, and he never fell again!

His emaciated body only took a few breaths, and then turned into white bones and buried in the loess ravine.

Tianjiao into the tomb, red face and dry bones, under this endless years, how many Tianjiao giants are all returned to the loess, let you be peerless, but also can not escape a trace, in the vast years, anyone is an ant.

Even the giants who control the morality of time are gradually aging after a while.

Under the sky, above the earth, and between the universe, all living beings cannot escape death.

Pity...... These tens of thousands of monks were too obsessed, and they looked up at the palace that seemed to stand on the top of the clouds, endlessly splendid, and their dry eyes were full of stubbornness and determination. Unable to do it, even if they crawled, their hands were stained with blood, and their bones were white, they would climb into the temple of time.

Eventually, they ran out of life.

Looking at the temple of the years that was close at hand, their hearts were filled with infinite hatred, half of their bodies were buried in the loess, but their arms were about to grasp the sky, looking at the ancient palace, and let out a last roar.

Tens of thousands of monks are unyielding towards the temple of time, but if a person can overcome the sky, how can he be able to defeat this long time?

They made their way towards the Temple of Time, but finally collapsed halfway through, and fell asleep. The Divine Domain has been filled with silent slaughter in these years, and there is not the slightest trace of blood, but under the loess...... Mountains of bones.

Tens of thousands of monks eventually fell like the waves of the sea.

Jun Qinghan also walked towards the Temple of Years, his brows were tightly locked, and he was as solid as a rock step by step, and his confused eyes were full of determination.

But he couldn't stop his body from becoming more and more rickety, and he stepped forward, as if ascending to the sky.

Bai Xiaopang on the side was walking with his body in his hands, his eyes were full of tears, and his original pig-like figure was as thin as a bamboo pole at the moment, "Light cold boss...... How can I be chubby wherever I follow you, there will be a catastrophe."

"You're such a scourge!"

Bai Xiaopang looked at Jun Qinghan dejectedly, shook his head and said, "Hey...... If only I could be younger, this wrinkled skin...... My little fatty's peerless elegance was buried like this...... It's really scorching."

While speaking, Bai Xiaopang's body underwent amazing changes.

The old face gradually brightened and could be seen, and the passing years continued to flow into his body again, Jun Qinghan on the side was dumbfounded, he never thought that Bai Xiaopang's realm was so high that even the years could not make his desireless heart old.

"Aha...... His grandfather's is too powerful", Bai Xiaopang instantly laughed wildly, looking at Jun Qinghan is face rampant:

"Boss Qinghan, do you see it...... Do you see, you are more handsome than me...... Look at you now, you look like a devil, this kind of appearance, it's really miserable, hey...... I think you were the same back then...... It's a pity...... The years are merciless, the years are merciless......"

Jun Qinghan shook his head helplessly, he couldn't bear to hit Bai Xiaopang, "No matter how young you are, you don't look as good as me...... The face was given by your father, but if you are so ignorant of your conscience, you will be punished by God!"

Bai Xiaopang's face was full of anger, and his eyes looked at Jun Qinghan with resentment.

Jun Qinghan shook his head and continued to walk towards the Temple of the Years. I only felt that the power exuded by the temple of those years continued to pour into the body, constantly catalyzing the meridians and bones, and flowing through the whole body with the blood, making the whole person continue to age.

However, Jun Qinghan knows that the power of this temple lies in the oldness of people's hearts.

Once the human heart is old, his years and strength are really lost, no matter how helplessly he looks at the temple of years, he is helpless.

And Jun Qinghan is different, although his body is old, but his one-thought demon heart cannot be invaded by the power of the Temple of Years, his power is still there, and the years that have disappeared are just that body.

Gradually, the two of them are getting closer and closer to the Temple of Years!

"Buzz...... Buzz ......"

After entering the range of the Temple of Years, the terrifying power swept out again, and the monks who were originally struggling to support finally fell to the ground and could not be buried for a long time.

And the temple also showed a brilliant and hideous face. The entire huge palace is wrapped in silver and white, surrounded by countless fragments of time, brilliant and ancient, and the power that permeates it, the eternal void dare not approach.

Standing under the temple of time, no matter who it is, there is a sense of humility.

Eternal hurried, fingers for thousands of years. No matter whether they are peerless or famous, no matter how powerful they are or have a beautiful appearance, under the years, anyone will inevitably die.

Time and space exist for eternity, but the earth that shook the heavens thousands of years ago has long since disappeared.

Hundreds of millions of years have been in a hurry, and there must have been many emperors who broke the immortal question of immortality...... However, are they really immortal? Why has this Qinglian Continent not seen a trace of the powerhouses of the Immortal Realm for tens of thousands of years? Have they also turned into dry bones.

Even if it's a celestial immortal, Demon Venerable...... How can they not die?

Many strong men who control the mysteries of time, looking at the temple of time, their eyes are full of vicissitudes, their faces are full of sighs, and an endless sadness rises from the bottom of their hearts, "What about the time and space in the palms, how can we truly transcend this heaven and earth and find a free body?"

Sonorous!

At this moment, in Jun Qinghan's ears, the sonorous sound of swords and soldiers sounded, and the killing instantly spread.

Many strong men with time and morality in their palms slashed towards the monks around them who had old faces and almost ran out of oil, their faces full of cold color, "Here...... However, in the Temple of Years, the fewer opponents there are, there is also a chance to get the inheritance of the Temple of Years.

Immediately, there was a terrifying sword, and it was towards Jun Qinghan.

"Ah...... His grandfather's ...... Who dares to hurt my Qinghan boss", Bai Xiaopang stared at him next to him, shook his fat round body, and blocked in front of Jun Qinghan, and between the waves of his sleeve robe, the terrifying knife light completely dissipated.

Listening to Bai Xiaopang's sad cry, everyone couldn't help frowning, and when they turned their heads to look, Bai Xiaopan's face was as ruddy as jade, and he was not affected by the Temple of Time in the slightest.

This miserable little bald donkey must be a big disaster.

"Light...... Boss Qinghan, I said I'm handsome, they all look at me", Bai Xiaopang, who was in front of Jun Qinghan, couldn't help but feel a little weak, "There are hundreds of strong people here, and most of them are in the palm of time."

They are all strong people, and he can't handle them alone.

"You have found the wrong person", Jun Qinghan suddenly said, opening his shriveled eyes, and the corners of his mouth showed a cold color, "There are more people who want to kill me Jun Qinghan, but now I am still walking in time." And you will fall!"

As he spoke, Jun Qinghan's sleeve robe shook, and a pitch-black epiphany slowly bloomed in the palm of his hand......