Celestial Emperor Han - Chapter 1286

[Chapter 1272 Entering the Temple]

When he first came here, even with the golden decree to protect himself from Emperor Song, Jiang Han just climbed along the chains in the void of the universe, and finally reached the base of the temple.

And now.

Although this side of the universe is dark and ups and downs, and the boundless darkness below seems to be swallowing up by an abyss, all this is difficult to shake Jiang Han.

In just two steps, Jiang Han had already stepped on the pedestal of the temple.

After two thousand years, I came here again.

“Everything here hasn’t changed.” Jiang Han’s eyes swept to the bottom wall of the base. On the wall hundreds of miles wide, there are stone wall carvings engraved with images of powerful creatures one after another.

Every figure on the stone wall is lifelike, exuding an extremely powerful and ferocious aura, as if alive.

At that time, Jiang Han didn’t dare to touch these wall paintings, but now he can easily find out that the stone carvings on these wall paintings were not carved by people.

But now.

Jiang Han ‘sees’ it, there are countless subtle secret patterns on the surface of the stone wall. These secret patterns are strange and unpredictable, and they form a whole, vaguely a complete formation.

If he hadn’t been cultivating in Zeta for nine thousand years, Jiang Han might not have been able to detect these countless secret patterns.

But after 9,000 years of deep cultivation, he has truly transformed, and he can easily perceive the secret patterns hidden under the stone wall, and quickly understand most of these secret patterns.

“This is the basic formation to stabilize the entire temple, and it also has the effect of banning.” Jiang Han judged.

Although he was able to see through the forbidden secret pattern, Jiang Han was not sure of releasing the same level of formation restraint.

At the same time, he never made a move.

“The one who arranged this formation is the one whose realm of Taoism is completely above me.” Jiang Han has a vague understanding. Now, the only ones who can absolutely surpass himself in Taoism are those great beings who truly stand at the highest level.

Even if he was the quasi emperor, Jiang Han might not be as powerful, but there was no gap in his realm.

Therefore, at this moment, Jiang Han only dared to observe and did not dare to make any changes.

“They were all sealed up alive.” Jiang Han swept across the stone walls and looked at the figures on the stone walls through the forbidden secret pattern.

A stone wall represents a high-ranking immortal.

And here, there are thousands of stone walls and thousands of high-ranking immortals. Judging from their stature and posture, they come from different races in the world. They may have been powerful during their lifetimes, but they were sealed with supreme supernatural powers. in the stone wall.

“In the mortal dynasty, a large number of mortals were killed to be buried with the dead emperor.” Jiang Han whispered to himself: “But here, thousands of high-ranking immortals and gods are sealed for life, which is equivalent to the burial of Immortal Emperor Yongyue.”

After being sealed, these immortals will not die, but are actually alive.

They can survive by absorbing some of the aura overflowing from the outside world.

From the scarlet eyes of the deceased gods, Jiang Han saw their longing for life and their longing for a day to get out of trouble.

But over the long years, the lifespan of these banned immortals was exhausted after all, and they could only watch themselves grow old and watch their companions grow old together.

They cannot communicate.

Finally, complete silence.

“There’s only this one.” Jiang Han saw a familiar mural. There was no seal on it, but only one sentence, “Who is worthy of me being alone in this situation, I only know that the end of the world will cut people’s sorrows.”

Here is a sentence that Jiang Han had seen back then.

The edge of the pen is like a sword, inspiring the heart.

Back then, Jiang Han only felt a sense of grief and powerlessness, but looking at it today, he felt the hatred hidden under the font, the hatred that has not dissipated after hundreds of millions of years.

“Hate?” Jiang Han muttered to himself, continuing to walk forward.

Soon he stopped.

On the stone wall in front of him is a humanoid spirit with four arms all his life. He is about two meters tall and has black armor on his body. His appearance is not much different from that of a human being, only his three eyes are magical.

It’s just that his eyes have dimmed, no longer as deep and vast as before.

“One of the twelve ancient generals, the wild god general?”

Jiang Han looked at the figure on the stone wall.

Back then, it was the creatures on the stone wall who walked out and told him some truths. Combined with what he has seen now, after the temple was built in the past, in addition to sealing thousands of immortal gods, there are also twelve gods who will self-proclaimed to guard here.

Among the twelve gods, there is this wild god, and they can all move freely without the seal of the stone wall.

It’s just that time is too long. When Jiang Han came, there was only one of the twelve gods left. The gods were on the edge of the limit at that time. Before Jiang Han left, the one where Yuehe belonged. A Jiemu core was given to Jiang Han, which gave Jiang Han the opportunity to evolve a real Jiemu later.

“Now, have you passed away too?” Jiang Han looked at the figure of the barren general in the stone wall.

Can’t feel any breath of life.

Originally, Jiang Han still thought that if this desolate god was still alive, he might have learned about the past of the coffin in the lower temple, but now, this idea has obviously failed.

“Jiang Han, I would like to thank the Wild God General for his kindness in the past.” Jiang Han respectfully bowed.

What purpose would the Desolate God of the past send out the Jie Muxin for, but the final result was good, and this alone was worthy of Jiang Han’s great gift.

A big thank you.

It is caused by Jiang Han’s original heart, and it is also a process of making the Tao’s heart clean and perfect.

“The past is gone. It seems that if you want to find the truth, you need to enter the hall to find it.” Jiang Han looked up at the gate of the temple on the third floor.

bang~

He walked up the steps step by step.

At that time, he never entered the temple, not only because of the barren gods, but also because he could not step into the temple with his strength at that time, even if there was a decree bestowed by Emperor Song (the Lord of the Underworld).

In the core of the temple, there is an extremely terrifying force full of gloomy chills and aura of destruction, as if it will explode at any time and completely destroy this world.

“Cold, ruined!” Jiang Han felt silently, he stood outside the temple, and he felt a faint sense of familiarity in the breath released from the depths of the temple.

only.

For a while, Jiang Han couldn’t remember when he met.

“What is it?” Jiang Han’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Although the aura of destruction released from the depths of the temple was strong, it was only a big threat to Jiang Han today, not fatal.

huh~

Jiang Han finally stepped into the temple after passing the plaque engraved with the word ‘Heavenly Clan’.

But in fact, his heart is full of vigilance. This Yongyue Temple is likely to be built by an emperor, and even created a main star to create a universe of its own. He will never let him explore so easily. to the deepest.

Enter the temple.

The interior is vast.

Into the eye, is a vast hall reaching tens of thousands of miles.

In the center of the hall, stood two towering figures in black armor, as if standing there forever, never moving.

When Jiang Han stepped into the temple.

Hu~ The two towering figures opened their eyes at the same time.

[End of This Chapter]