"This... this... how is this possible? You... can you see me?" In the air, an extremely surprised voice sounded.
"Is this difficult?" Han Sanqian smiled slightly.
"Difficult?" The voice in the air laughed hoarsely: "Do you know how long it took the last person to see me?"
"One thousand seven hundred and sixty thousand years!!"
1,760,000 years?!
Hearing this number, Han Sanqian frowned immediately.
What is this concept? Even if a year is just used to count casually, and one second is a year, it can be counted for nearly eighty years! After Han Sanqian was shocked, he became speechless and sympathized with the last person, who actually spent a full ten years.
700 million years.
Seeing Han Sanqian's expression, he snorted coldly in mid-air: "Why do you look down on him so much? Although he is also a member of that gang of trash, I must admit that he is the worst of all the trash I have ever met.
The fastest one."
When Han Sanqian heard this, he smiled disdainfully. Although he was not very willing to call others useless, he was indeed not very smart when he spent so much time trapped here: "Are you trying to flatter me? After all, I am nothing
It only took an hour, am I that strong?"
"An hour? It's been almost a year since you came in. I really don't know where you got your confidence. However, you can indeed be proud, because you are indeed the fastest one." A cold voice said in the air.
"I've been in a coma for nearly a year?" Han Sanqian said in disbelief.
"good."
Thinking about it carefully, when he first came in, the grass was green, but now, the grass is yellow. It seems that he has really experienced the transition from spring to autumn. Han Sanqian was shocked. Damn, didn't he miss the martial arts competition?!
"I want to go out!" Han Sanqian said urgently.
The voice in the air suddenly laughed: "Get out? It took the last person 1.76 billion years to see me, and then 6.7 billion years to leave here. Do you think it's that easy?"
"However, I am very interested in you. After all, you are far stronger than those losers! Moreover, you actually own the Pangu Ax and the Immortal Mysterious Armor. I would like to see if you are the chosen one.
And it still doesn’t live up to its name.” The words trailed off.
Suddenly a spiritual light flashed in the sky, and then it flew directly into the center of Han Sanqian's eyebrows.
Han Sanqian was shocked and looked up in the air warily: "What did you do to me?"
"Why are you so nervous? You should be happy. This is the Five Elements Divine Stone. In my world, the winner of the game can be rewarded. This is what you deserve." Qiangkong chuckled softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the world suddenly changed again.
Han Sanqian was still in a primitive world, with huge green trees, a cloudless blue sky, and green grass with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, mixed with some giant colorful mushrooms.
On the far grassland, various giant beasts that Han Sanqian had never seen walked slowly.
"Three thousand, this place is full of spiritual energy." Linlong said at this time.
Han Sanqian also nodded. This place is indeed full of spiritual energy and is a good place for cultivation. If you stay in this place for a year and a half, your cultivation level may improve a lot.
"Haha, if people in Bafang World knew that there was such a place for cultivation, their heads would probably be crushed. I never thought that there could be such a special cave with just a heavenly book." Han Sanqian said with a bitter smile.
"Three thousand, it's the Book of the Eight Desolations, what's so strange about it." Speaking of this, Linlong's eyes were very complicated.
As a high-level divine object that was conceived and bred with Bafang World, it is more like the little brother of Bafang World. Bafang World is a world. As a brother, it can naturally create its own world. This is not surprising.
"By the way, what is the Five Elements Divine Stone it just mentioned?" Han Sanqian asked.
Linlong shook his head: "I don't know anything about it. No one knows about it, and no one knows what functions and abilities it has. Everyone who has seen it has died. The only legend passed down is
It records the names of all the true gods in the Bafang world."
Han Sanqian suddenly became interested: "It seems that I will be the first person to know its secret and leave here alive."
Linlong glanced at Han Sanqian inexplicably: "I don't know where you got your confidence. This is the Book of the Eight Desolations. Didn't you hear what it said just now? It would take others billions of years to get out of this place."
"Didn't you listen to what he said? Those are all rubbish. I am the only one who saw its existence in less than a year." Han Sanqian said confidently.
Han Sanqian has never been a very flashy person, and he never brags, but this time, he is very confident, because it is obvious that the gap between Han Sanqian and those before him is too big.
One took less than a year, while the fastest one took more than a billion years. The difference is already obvious.
Besides, Han Sanqian must leave from here no matter what.
Linlong also nodded, unable to refute this: "Then what should we do now?"
Han Sanqian raised his eyes and looked into the distance: "I don't know either. Let's take a look first."
After saying that, Han Sanqian followed his feelings and walked forward. Far away on the grassland, there was an unusually dense forest, which was very different from the towering trees here.
A few minutes later, Han Sanqian walked into the low woods.
The further you go, the darker the light becomes, and the surrounding trees are gradually replaced by lush bamboo forests. The ground is covered with fallen and yellow bamboo leaves, which make a rustling sound when people walk on them.
All the way in, it was almost as dark as night, with a gentle breeze patrolling the bamboo forest.
In the middle of the bamboo forest, there were more than a dozen earthen bags standing in a row. At this time, the bamboo forest was swaying slightly, and some sunlight filtered in. Only then did Han Sanqian realize that these more than a dozen earthen bags were actually tombs in the bamboo forest.
Han Sanqian frowned, how could there be a grave here?
With this kind of curiosity, Han Sanqian walked to the tomb. There were about a dozen tombs piled randomly. They were extremely simple. Even under the cover of bamboo leaves, the grass on the tombs was still several meters high.
Each tomb is roughly the same, and the only difference may be the words engraved on the wooden tablet in front of the tomb.
"The Tomb of Cheng Yongshi."
"The Tomb of Liang Han."
Han Sanqian read a few tomb names casually, then frowned: "Why are there so many tombs here?"
At this moment, Linlong's voice rang out, full of bitter smiles and sighs: "Han Sanqian, we may be in a terrible situation. It turns out that these wastes... turned out to be them."
"If they are all trash, then we..."
At this point, Linlong stopped talking and had no choice but to continue.
