Han Buhui has already met his sister Han Buhui and his mother. The obsession in his heart for many years has finally been dispelled. His overall condition has never been better, and there are faint signs of breakthrough in his cultivation.

However, nowadays it is obvious that we cannot spend too much time on the love between our children.

The war situation is an anxious and critical moment.

Don't be careless.

Lin Beichen also reluctantly said goodbye to Qianqian's mother and son before returning.

"The Feiyu arms circle the central battlefield, and the situation has changed."

"The Emperor of the Red Nightmare Orc Empire [Golden God of War] Battle is here in person."

"Another one of the emperors of the Honghuang tribe appears."

This is information from the central battlefield.

The pressure on Beichen Legion increased greatly.

The appearance of more than one emperor-level powerhouse shows that both the Red Nightmare Orcs and the Ancient Clan are ready for a decisive battle.

"Old Han, tell me how to fight."

Lin Beichen decided to intervene in this battle.

Han Fulian pondered for a moment and said: "The biggest problem now is how many emperors the opponent has sent out. On the conventional battlefield, we are absolutely sure of victory, but high-end combat power determines the outcome of a war.

The most important factor.”

Lin Beichen said: "This is a bit difficult to handle. Even with the elite scouts, we can't investigate the emperor-level experts."

Han Fuli said: "Yes, it seems there is only one way."

Lin Beichen looked at him.

Han Fuli said: "I need to go to the Ninth Hall."

Temple between time?

"Can you still find the location of the Ninth Hall?"

Lin Beichen asked curiously: "Is it possible to go now in time?"

Han Fuli laughed: "Do you think you are the only one who knows how to return to the city?"

Lin Beichen was startled.

…

After counting the interest.

Lin Beichen appeared at the entrance of the ninth hall.

Looking up, the palaces stacked up in the shadows in the distance seem to be the residences of the gods built against the mountains.

There are tall sacred pillars standing at the gate, with six on the left and right on each side. There is a sundial relief on it and a pointer on the top.

There seemed to be a ticking sound of a pointer coming to my ears.

At the entrance to the middlemost temple complex in front of you, there is also a giant sundial sculpture.

On the stone pillar in the middle, there are three words "Ninth Hall" engraved on it.

On the base below, there are three words "between time".

The temple of the master of the legendary ninth bloodline, the ‘Tao of Time and Space’.

This is one of the highest palaces of the human race.

"Let's go."

Han Fuhua led the way.

Ever since he achieved the imperial realm, Han Fuhua has become the master of this temple.

He can come and go here freely.

You can also bring people in.

Lin Beichen was the first person he brought in.

Before this, he had not even brought in his biological daughter Han Shangxiang.

Because I was afraid that the news about the ‘Ninth Hall’ would be leaked.

Han Shangxiang is not strong enough. If she is brought here, it is very likely that she will be contaminated by the cause and effect, and then be deduced by some people with supernatural powers.

Once this kind of matter related to the supreme ancestral land of the human race is leaked, it will definitely cause the entire prehistoric universe to go crazy.

Compared to his daughter, Han Fuhua obviously trusted Lin Beichen's strength more.

No.

To be precise, Han Fuhua had always had an almost stubborn superstition towards Lin Beichen.

In his eyes, Lin Beichen can always do the impossible and solve unsolvable problems.

Follow Han Fuhua and continue through the long corridor.

The whole person seems to be walking in the endless river of time.

There are steps one by one, with a turn every twelve steps.

Surrounded by endless dark starry sky.

The corridor and stone steps seem to be built in the starry sky.

After walking for at least fifteen minutes, we arrived at a huge square.

The square covers an area of ​​at least one thousand acres.

In square shape.

There is a stone pillar at each corner.

The tops are connected with iron ropes.

Every hundred meters on the iron cable, a bronze bell hangs.

In the center of the square, there are hundreds of clocks, large and small, scattered in an orderly manner.

"These clocks have incredible abilities. By fluctuating their hands, you can pick waves from the vast river of time and peek into what is happening in it..."

Han Fuli stepped forward slowly and said: "With my current strength, I can only move the hands of ten of the clocks."

Lin Beichen watched curiously.

Here, he felt an inexplicable sense of grandeur and grandeur.

There is a sense of solemn reverence in my heart.

It is worthy of being one of the twenty-four ancestral temples of the human race.

Generous.

And these clocks that Han Fuhua mentioned...

Lin Beichen observed carefully.

Various styles, various styles, different materials, different sizes.

Their pointers are all ticking.

Lin Beichen stared at it for a while and felt dizzy.

The speeds and directions of so many pointers are different. Looking at them for a long time is like staring into a whirlpool, and your mental strength seems to be torn to pieces.

Han Fuhua walked to a stone surface that was 1.7 meters high, had a circular dial, and was two meters in diameter.

The hands on the dial are as thick as a child's arm.

There is only one.

Han Fuhua's whole body was burning with light white brilliance, and his cultivation reached its peak. He stretched out his finger and slowly pressed it on the rock pointer, and then moved it rapidly clockwise...

Crunch.

It sounded like the sound of ancient machinery turning and rolling.

As the hands move faster than the normal rhythm, streaks of light appear on the dial.

Lin Beichen opened his eyes wide.

But he found that these lights and shadows flowed too fast.

He basically couldn't discern any useful information.

The pointer is like a spring. As Han Fuhua exerts force, the rebound force becomes stronger and stronger.

In the end, when the rebounding power accumulated to a certain extent, Han Fuhua could no longer push forward.

He let go of his hand.

Buzz.
To be continued...