Three hours later, the originally extremely long wall of light outside the tomb of Emperor Taizu and the war drums on the wall of light finally left only the last short section.

On the wall of light, the last thing left was only three war drums - tens of thousands of warriors had either been out, or they had already entered the inner tomb of Emperor Taizu, and only the last three were left in the outer tomb!

An old man who looked like a knife finally glanced coldly in Han Jing's direction, and finally stepped out with puzzled and cold eyes.

He finally beat the four war drums and entered the inner tomb lightly!

After that, another burly middle-aged man shook his head, wiped the blood between his mouth and nose, and stepped out, and finally knocked on the ...... It's five drums!

So in the entire outer mausoleum of Emperor Taizu, at this moment, the only thing left was Han Jing and the last war drum in front of him.

He still didn't move!

Even though the white shirt on his body was already stained with blood, layers of blood mist were blasted out of his body by some force, forming a blood-colored light cluster in his body. But he really still doesn't move, like a mountain!

......

Ten hours later, Taigu Lie in the Wenxian Hall couldn't sit still!

"No one has ever tried to carry it for so long, what the hell is he doing?"

Hearing this, the remnant slave under the hall slowly raised his head, with the same puzzled look on his face: "Old slave, I don't know!"

"Is he really the remnant?" frowning, Tai Gu Lie thought of something, "So he plans to pretend that he can't enter the inner tomb and leave Dajing?"

"No ......"

The remnant slave quickly denied this speculation: "If that's the case, he can just not come! Or he can quit a long time ago, just pretend that he can't beat the war drums!"

"That'...... What the hell is he going to do?"

"I don't know, but what he's doing is really something that no one has ever done since the completion of the Taizu Emperor's Mausoleum!" Speaking of this, the ugly face of the remnant slave suddenly widened, and he exclaimed when he thought of something: "Could it be ......?"

......

Han Jing was still carrying it stiffly, enduring the great pain and suffering that could no longer be described in pen and ink, and continued to stand in front of the wall of light like a mountain.

His blood meridians had become like hell where the heavens and the earth were cracking, bringing him not only the pain that was about to burst, but also the utter unimaginable loud noise;

His internal organs, his dantian, and his secluded atrium were also bearing more and more violent impacts, and the pain was as if someone was putting his internal organs and atrium on a rock, and then forging them with a heavy hammer.

As for the sound, it's just as huge and shocking!

The only thing that can continue to help Han Jing carry this qiē is now only the unyielding Dao Nian and the resolute sword heart.

"This won't be the end!

Firmly convinced, all of Han Jing's heavenly consciousness continued to merge into the sea of knowledge, into the silence of death around him.

He saw that countless mountains were being uprooted by some force, and then smashed into his body, smashed into his internal organs;

He saw that countless rivers were boiling, tumbling and washing, like a flood that was about to swallow up his body.

He also saw thousands of thunderbolts, the disillusionment of countless planets, and the tearing and collapse of star fields......

A qiē is the destruction of the world!

Every qiē is a loud noise!

But all the more and more slowly!

Don't......

"Is it time?"

Han Jingzhi's points of light in the sea suddenly flickered even more at this moment, and he thought of a word - time!

Time is incomparably long for the bored, fleeting for the diligent, meaningless for children and teenagers, and the old and late for the long to know the importance of time and the sadness of no turning back.

Even warriors, who may have retreated for years, decades, or even hundreds of years, are still unable to truly understand the true meaning of time—more and less, past, present and future, fast and slow, past and present lives, and reincarnation......

How does a qiē work, how does it divide, how it is given and taken away?

Isn't there a trajectory for time?

Does time come out of thin air and can only go out of nowhere?

But in the memory that the old man of Mengdao passed on to Han Jing, why is there the power of the law of time and space?

As if he had found a certain direction, Han Jing's entire Extreme Realm Heavenly Consciousness completely exploded to the extreme, making his five senses and six roots all extremely clear, and blending into the light cluster that flickered more and more as he got older.

This time, countless mountain ranges were still being uprooted by some force, but Han Jing went down a huge crack on the top of the mountain, saw the trajectory of the crack, saw countless other cracks intertwined, and saw the initial break point that finally penetrated into the earth's core......

There were also countless boiling but burning rivers, Han Jing saw the surging upstream, the ups and downs of the rivers and streams, and finally the majestic icebergs and the ice and ice cubes on them that were melting at a speed that could not be seen clearly by the eye......

Even those thousands of thunderbolts that obscure the sky and the sun!

Even the countless planets that are collapsing!

Even if it's the entire star field that is about to collapse......

Han Jing saw countless scenes of reversal, all of them were reversed, and countless criss-crossed trajectories appeared, thick or thin, heavy or light, large or small......

After all, the picture was completely frozen, and Han Jing's sea of knowledge immediately burst out with a completely brilliant brilliance!

"That's what it is...... That's what it is...... The Fourteen Sword Slaves said that the Yanhuang Sword was the strongest sword?"

"This is the rise of the Yanhuang Sole Sword?"

"That's what it is...... Sky peep!"

The sky peeps up, in the extreme silence to see through the movement of all things, in the speed of thunder to find thousands of traces!

With the towering eyes, insight into the ever-changing trajectory in an instant!

If you get the trajectory, when the war drums sound, the sword will come out, and the sword will be the only one!

......

On the other side, in a valley that looked beautiful, several warriors were talking softly.

"It stands to reason that those tokens that the Holy Emperor ordered people to put in the inner tomb in advance should not be scattered in the wilderness! Since it will not be in the ordinary wilderness, then it must be stored in some meaningful or special places!"

One of the warriors unfolded a scroll, looking for something.

On his side, another martial artist sat on a clean rock and said with a smile: "The Taizu Emperor's Mausoleum is not really artificially constructed, this should be a small world arranged by a certain supreme powerhouse, but in a large or small space, how can we find a hundred tokens?"

"That's it!"

Behind him, a woman sat back to back with him, smiling sweetly: "Actually, I just want to see what the Taizu Emperor's Mausoleum looks like!"

"Okay!"

Hearing this, the man surnamed Yang got up with a smile, stretched out a hand and was about to pull the woman next to him.

But at this moment, his outstretched arm suddenly trembled slightly, and his eyes immediately opened and looked into the distance: "What is that? Someone is killing someone!"