A long time ago, Ye Mingyu posted photos of the Lord of Time to the chat group of the gods, and was then chased by the Supreme God who was angry for half an epoch.

In the end, he was forced to compromise and exchanged photos of his women's clothing, and then he reconciled with the Lord of Time.

Since then, whenever he stepped into the other person's territory, he would think of this unbearable past, and hated that he had not spread the photos of the Lord of Time's women's clothing all over the country.

In the end, I didn't get a single advantage!

The Lord of Time is a devil!

Qiu Qiuzi carried a light yellow light and led the way ahead. The lights dispelled the chaotic torrent of time, just like dispelling the fog of the cold winter, and there was a deep path ahead.

The twists and dizziness invaded endlessly, pulling Ye Mingyu's senses.

Headache, chills, like altitude sickness.

In this field, the stronger the magic power, the greater the impact of the saint around you, and the saint looks like a ok person.

"It's a pity that my master is still sleeping, otherwise he would definitely entertain his seniors in person." Qiu Qiuzi said with the lamp on his back.

"I would rather not have him entertained," Ye Mingyu snorted, "Every time he would insult my eyes with photos of women's clothing all over the room. Such a vulgar guy turned out to be the supreme god, and I still can't accept it."

"That's just my master's little habit, just like cats like to catch mice. Uh, in short, it's normal..."

Qiu Qiuzi's voice became less and less convincing, and finally ended with an awkward laugh.

It seems that even the Lord of Time's quirk cannot be washed away by even subordinates.

Walking to the center of the turbulent flow of time, all the "fog" suddenly became clear, the palaces of the nine supreme gods were connected to each other, and in front of them were magnificent temples, and the pillars of divine towered into boundless nothingness.

The saint was a little stunned.

The palace is endless. If an ordinary wizard came here, I am afraid that it would not be possible to explore this area with a single sound.

"Is this the divine realm of the Lord of Time?" she murmured.

The face of Qiuzi suddenly froze.

"No," she pointed to a small divine temple next to the Brilliant Palace, "that is my Lord's divine realm."

The saint didn't react for a moment.

She didn't notice at all that there was such a shabby building next to this brilliant temple.

"Whose this is?" She pointed to the magnificent divine realm.

"My." Ye Mingyu admitted without any modesty, "I made a bet with the Lord of Time back then, and he lost all his money and paid me the Divine Realm together. Now the debt has not been paid off."

When talking about this past, the hater lowered his head in shame.

Most of the time I think her master is not good enough, which is really embarrassing the Supreme God.

But there are also hidden things.

A large-scale disaster of destruction occurred that year, and the evil-turned secondary gods were like having mad cow disease and rushed into the realm of the supreme god.

Faced with these crazy old friends, the Lord of Time could not do anything at all.

In the end, Ye Mingyu helped him cut melons and vegetables to kill them all.

But this divine realm also buried the corpses of many gods. Every time the Lord of Time saw it, he felt sad and could not stay there at all. So he built a humble room next to him and lived in it himself.

The original divine realm was also given to Ye Mingyu in the name of betting.

Time has changed, and now there are not many people who know this story, most of them are old gods.

New apostles like Qiu Qiuzi must not know the details.

"Okay, senior, tell me, why did you suddenly change your mind? Isn't it meaningless to get married?" Qiu Qiuzi hung the lantern on the wall and turned around and asked.

"Today is different from the past, people will always change."

"Are you no longer criticized me for being an old man?"

"I wasn't that before!" Ye Mingyu knocked Qiu Qiuzi on the head, "I said, stop pretending, you would have known it before. After all, you must be clear about me when you are traveling back and forth in the timeline."

"Hmm?" Qiu Qiuzi shook his head in confusion and pondered for a long time, "Well--I don't know at all, but it's okay,"

She pulled out a heavy ancient book from under the legs of the table, "Let me check it out."

The ancient book slowly opened.

With the action of turning the page, the entire divine realm seemed to sink into the mud.

Ye Mingyu saw countless thin lines connecting him to this book, and the feeling of being peeped in uncontrollably came.

This is the legendary Book of Time.

Books that record the past, present and future are one of the most original forces in this world. The Lord of Time keeps it in the divine realm, but has no power to control it at all.

A very powerful and useless artifact.

Through this book, you can clearly know what will happen next, but it is impossible to avoid it. No matter what measures are taken, the world line will be closed.

There was once a supreme existence that predicted his own death and carried out a series of self-protection methods.

He nipped all dangers in the bud, and finally did not escape annihilation, and the turbid current of the abyss poured into His realm, forcing Him to complete the replacement of generations.

So this book is useless.

Maybe it can be used to check history.

But if someone wants to escape from difficulties with it, it is better to dispel this thought as soon as possible. Rather than saying that this book records the future, it is better to say that it records fate.

Destiny cannot be changed.

"Let me take a look at the timeline of my senior..."

Qiu Qiuzi put on a steep hat like a magician, pulled out a clean broom from the corner and tapped the cover. The difficult and obscure noun came out of his mouth.

Ye Mingyu did not stop her.

He doesn't care about his own destiny, it's just that anyway.

Eat, drink, have fun and then embark on the road of eternal life. Finally, you can eat, drink, and have fun forever, lie among the maple leaves of Beiyao, the saint, and Satan, and enjoy the pleasure of a winner in life.

As for the ordeals like the Nine-Bend Yellow River?

A magnificent epic?

Thrilling adventure?

Hey, the system is broken, can't I retire yet?

"Huh? Senior, your system is gone?" Qiu Qiuzi was very surprised.

With the news blocked, she only now knows the collapse of the [Infinite Reincarnation System].

"It's been less than a year, and everyone is happy." Ye Mingyu muttered.

"Congratulations," Qiu Qiuzi continued to manipulate "Time Book", "Well, it's interesting. Senior, you are a good game, why haven't you become the king after playing for so many years?"

Ye Mingyu was poked into the sore spot and his smile was awkward.

"Well, the senior's sexual habits have become very strange, and they are lucky enough to have a lot of girls around..." Qiu Qiuzi sighed loudly.

Ye Mingyu thought it was not good.

A pair of hands grabbed his shoulders from behind, and the chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

"What's going on?" the saint asked calmly.

Next to the temple, there is a faint gathering of invisible magic.

"She is slandering me, I am an upright person." Ye Mingyu raised his hand innocently, "Gao Jiazi, please explain quickly, you must have read it wrong."

But Qiu Qiuzi ignored Ye Mingyu, and she continued to read the contents of "The Book of Time":

"Senior Ye, when he was young, he was a pride of heaven. He had the posture of a magic god. After his cultivation was successful, he defeated the digital age demon gods and also accepted many demon gods as his horse-boys, becoming recognized as powerful existences by all planes. He completed countless feats in his life, and finally..."

The hatred stopped and closed the book suddenly.

Ye Mingyu didn't know what he had done?

Could it be that he finally killed the Lord of Time?

No, although he didn't like that guy, his relationship was still a good deal and he wouldn't have a big fight.

But at this moment, Qiu Qiuzi's expression was shocked, as if he was scared, and he stared at Ye Mingyu blankly.

She kept her sluggish and murmured:

"Senior Ye..." The torrent of time swept across the divine realm.

"At the age of twenty-one."

Ancient books that record the past and the future fell to the ground.

The magic from the saint suddenly dissipated.

All the sounds disappeared, like sea water penetrated from all directions, wrapping his whole body.

Ye Mingyu couldn't speak.

I could only look at the hater in disbelief.

What's the meaning?

At the age of twenty-one, if he is at the age of this body, he is sixteen this year, which means...

Wait, did you make a mistake?
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