He is free from confusion and has the destiny of the stars. He is indeed the best at finding his way through time and space.

"Even Dean Zuoqiu Wu has fallen into it. There is no news, so we should be more careful." Cang Ming, who was wrapped in a black robe, raised his hand, and boundless darkness actually spread out from his somewhat pale palm.

Rolling in front of history.

Kakaka——

In the darkness, a head and limbs stretched out. But in fact, except for a pair of bloody eyes, nothing could be seen clearly.

The [Statue of the Outer Gods], which represents destruction and terror, is at the forefront.

"My statue is immortal and was born from destruction. It is more suitable for exploring the road." Cang Meng said.

Jiang Wang patted his shoulder: "That's what I said, but if the [Statue of the Outer Gods] is damaged too many times in a short period of time, it will damage the origin to some extent. Once it is lost in time, it will be a huge loss to you...

"

He raised his hand and pointed lightly: "I'll call someone who is truly immortal."

"Yan! Yan! Yan!"

Suddenly there were screams.

The howling sound that resounded throughout the world was so weird and evil.

And out of madness, divinity emerges!

From the darkness condensed by the statues of the gods, a black tailless swallow flew out.

Er'er's body appeared - a human body with a bird's head, a black crown, and a pair of divine evil eyes that mixed majesty and cruelty.

The Yang God of Hades, the Chief of Mingchen Palace, Lord Yan of Biancheng!

Qin Zhizhen's eyelids twitched.

He has always had some guesses about the other neighbors in Yama Palace, and today they were confirmed.

How should I put it... He didn't really want to join this class in Hades. How could he be on equal footing with his colleague's pet?

This feeling of being inferior to others really enriches the life experience.

Yan Xiao just walked out of the darkness and stepped into Qinku Academy without looking back. The burly and majestic figure was shrouded in divine light and slowly fell into the turbulence of time and space.

Even if this body is tens of millions of feet long, one page of history can fit within it.

"Minister Qin!" Jiang Wang suddenly called.

Qin Zhizhen, who was thinking about something messily, was startled, his face remained calm, he thought for a while and then said: "What?"

"Invite the Emperor Yama here." Jiang Wang suggested: "If an unexpected situation occurs, we can use the priesthood of the underworld and borrow Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to get a sense of it."

Who said that the wool of a transcendent person cannot be harvested? Qin Zhizhen's eyes lit up: "You still have ideas."

Jiang Wang smiled: "Only if you are familiar with it."

When Yan Jun of Bian City arrived at Qinku Academy, it was spring when grass was growing and orioles were flying. The door of the academy was open, and people were coming and going inside.

I could clearly hear the sound of reading in the courtyard, which probably contained sentences such as "The wind is high and the moon is white in autumn, and the rain and sunset are red. There are two stars and rivers around the ox and the girl, and the two suns are fighting against the west and the east."

Glancing at the courtyard with his bright red and golden evil eyes, he saw an ordinary-looking man with simple clothes and a long sword hanging in a bamboo scabbard at his waist.

The master's instructions had already come from the divine seal. He adjusted his tone slightly and pushed the door open: "Brother Cui——"

Bang!

The door is closed, and snow is falling outside the courtyard.

Outside the "book-drying table", Jiang Wang's eyesight went dark, then became bright again, and he rebuilt the divine seal without any surprise.

The connection with Yan Xiao's divine seal has been severed, and even the main mark left with him has been destroyed.

Jiang Wang looked at Qin Zhizhen. Behind Qin Zhizhen, the figure of Emperor Yama had already risen up. He was obviously more divine and powerful than Yan Jun of Biancheng - even if he had the same resources, the same position, and the same

Roads and free-range Yan Xiao cannot possibly compare with people like Qin Zhizhen.

This Emperor Yama has a pair of gold-rimmed eyes with dragon whiskers at the end. He suddenly opens his eyes - there are shadows in them, and countless ghosts and gods are seated there.

The pupils of the eyes are the palace of Yama.

"What do you feel?" Jiang Wang asked.

"Confusion, confusion, confusion..." Qin Zhizhen felt it several times and finally said: "There is no more information."

"It seems that He is also lost." Jiang Wang shook his head, but walked forward: "But the changes inside could not kill Him immediately."

As he spoke, he had already reached the sky above the history slip, with a calm attitude as if he were returning home. He raised his hand and gave a gentle push——

Squeak~

I pushed open the door of the turmoil of time.

Thunderstorms, dead trees under the scorching sun, scholar's sword, heart-nourishing crown, ruler and tombstone... Behind the door are the lights and shadows that turn and change, constantly changing. A hundred kinds of power, roaring like a storm. There are even heavier ones.

The waves of time seem to corrupt everything and eventually bury everything.

The green shirt carries snow, and I step into it.
Chapter completed!