"Where are we going now?" Qiang Yu asked.

"Go to the Temple of Time." Meng Daozhen replied: "Because of the neutral status of the 'Lord of All Things Return to the Immortal Lord', the temples that allow other gods to exist in the 'Lord of All Things Return to the Immortal City', and this 'Dragon of Time' and the 'Lord of Everything Return to the Immortal Lord' is an ally, and he masters a certain 'Time' type of clergy. And time is exactly what you need now..."

I have long heard that the powerful existence in the "Space of Gods and Demons" can give mortals some unimaginable "gods" and that I would never see this miracle when I first entered the "Wanxu City", Zhuo Fei became both nervous and excited.

In the confusion, bursts of sensible and confusing shouts came from the ruins around them. Listen carefully, and there were even calls for help from men and women.

Zhuo Fei remembered the scene of meeting Wu Dalang in the "Sin Space" and couldn't help but wake up suddenly.

Sure enough, Qiang Yu's eyes were already blurred...

Bang!

Meng Daozhen, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and slapped Qiang Yu's big bald head, completely awakening him.

Qiang Yu looked at Meng Daozhen with a surprised look on his face...

"Now - remember the second rule of Wanxu City..." Meng Daozhen said with an extremely serious expression, "Wanxu City has no direction or location. If you want to go somewhere, just recite the place name silently in your heart, no matter which direction you go, you will eventually reach your destination. But remember - the purpose must be clear! Never think randomly, and don't be confused by the illusory sounds. If you have any thoughts in your heart, you will fall into the trap. At the very least, you will get lost in the void and cannot return to reality. At the worst, you will become a sacrifice to some evil gods, lose their souls, and become a walking corpse."

Zhuo Fei was secretly shocked. It would be too difficult if he walked alone in this haunted place and would not have any thoughts in his heart.

"Do those 'virtual guards' care about these?" Qiang Yu asked.

Meng Daozhen turned around and continued on the road, saying lightly: "Thoughts arise by yourself, you are voluntarily going, and the 'Lord of All Things Returning to the Void' will ignore it... The number of people missing in the 'Wanxu City' every year is as high as hundreds of thousands. Most of them are rookies like you. Remember, don't be confused, don't be curious..."

Qiang Yu was so scared that his forehead was sweating, and he hurriedly covered his ears, not daring to watch and listen to them more.

Zhuo Fei was also shocked by it. Facing those illusory sounds, it was extremely difficult not to be affected.

Fortunately, the three of them were determined to go to the "Time Dragon Palace". After walking in one direction for about ten minutes, the ruins scene where the Buddha had no end finally changed, and a vast desert appeared.

Looking out, there is no boundary in the field of vision, as if even the horizon does not exist.

The sky is still empty, but it has changed from a dark color to a pale yellow, just like a continuation of the desert.

Nearby is a huge sand dune. The so-called "Time Dragon Hall" is the ruins of the temple that collapsed on the sand dune.

There are several broken stone pillars standing on it, full of traces of wind and sand erosion.

On the half-blocked rock wall, the badge of the Dragon of Time is engraved - an hourglass with dragon wings.

Below the rock wall, in the middle of the ruins, there is an equally broken stone platform, which is the altar of the Dragon of Time.

An armored warrior with black dragon scale armor covered with face armor, leaning on the big sword with his hands as curved as a snake and guarding his dragon wings, sitting silently on the stone steps beside the altar.

The warrior had experienced many years of erosion and baptism of battle. His dilapidated armor was covered with sword marks, and the sword blade of the great sword was also slit everywhere, and the Buddha could break at any time.

It is better to say that it is a warrior who has experienced many battles than to say that it is more like an old man who can break everything in the world, full of the desolation of time.

Solemn, solemn, desolate, and ancient.

The three of them were infected by the atmosphere of the temple and had no unnecessary words. Under the leadership of Meng Daozhen, they stepped forward silently.

Before coming to the altar, the warrior sitting on the steps did not move for a moment, like a statue.

Standing in front of the altar and looking around, Zhuo Fei can truly feel the long and long time. The desolation and vicissitudes it carries have no beginning or end. No matter how much prosperity it is, it will wither and wither and fall into ruins for future generations to mourn out of thin air.

"Is there no priest here?" Qiang Yu looked at the ruins around him and asked in confusion: "Why not renovate this place?"

Meng Daozhen didn't say anything, but the statue-like warrior suddenly spoke and replied in an extremely desolate voice: "Child, all the temples of Dragons of Time are like this... they can never be repaired."

In the stunning eyes of the two, the warrior in dragon scale armor slowly stood up, showing his height of more than two meters. With his rumbled steps, he came to the altar. "Nothing can withstand the erosion of time; nothing can resist the erosion of time... Even a miracle, after experiencing the alternation of endless epochs, will only become the scene in front of you."

"Thank you for your teachings." Zhuo Fei bowed deeply, as if he had realized something from it.

The Dragon Scale Warrior turned his head silently to look at Meng Daozhen, "Mortal, tell your purpose..."

Meng Daozhen bowed slightly and said lightly: "Please my sacrifice to the great Dragon of Time!"

“As you wish.”

The dragon scale warrior sounded without any emotion, then knelt on one knee in front of the altar, inserted the sword into a huge rock beside the altar, and prayed silently—

A spell that sounded like a dragon's roar, and the endless void became as transparent as the starry sky. Light golden runes, like golden rain, brought a wave of ancient and desolate mysterious aura.

The world has lost its color at this time, everything is meaningless in front of time, and it has completely turned into nothingness.

Zhuo Fei lowered his head respectfully and prayed silently in his heart. It was not that he was too pious, nor that he was afraid of the "Dragon of Time". It was just that the desolate and ancient aura infected his emotions, making him willing to surrender to the passage of time and the ruthlessness of time.

The "voluntary system" that has been active has fallen into silence before entering the temple.

When a huge and immense pressure came from the void, a voice without any human emotion sounded from the altar: "To the great dragon of time, offer your sacrifice--"

Meng Daozhen stepped forward a few steps, his wrist shone blue, and an object slowly formed between his hands—

A huge toad head!

The gray skin is covered with rock-hard but disgusting skin. Although the eyes of dead fish are pale, they still have a cruel and cruel luster. The broad mouth is covered with sharp teeth, like a shark, three layers inside and outside.

Evil, terror, cruelty are all the impressions this toad's head brings to Zhuo Fei.

"Is it a three-legged golden toad?" Shaqiang next to him poked Zhuo Fei and asked with envy: "I wonder if there is any copper coins in that guy's mouth...why do you go and pick them?"

Big idiot!

Zhuo Fei couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Crack!

At this moment, a piece of information flashed slightly by the golden panel of the "Voice System"—

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[Soul Crystal] "The Head of the Strong Silakan Clan": Golden-strength Soul. A powerful Silakan Clan Supernatural Hero, this dangerous and evil race has always been a nightmare for all races in the multiverse, but it is obvious that the winner of this battle belongs to you.

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Chapter completed!