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Chapter 1586 Hourglass of Time

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    At this time, in a main hall of the Death Star, Obat, the previous warden of the Hero Prison, was discussing with several Death Star executives about Huang Yi.  ©‚Pine¡Ñ¡Ñ¡ÑС©‚ said, ¡°Although the God of Death is the best among the God-given people, his strength is still too weak. He has not even achieved the title of God, and is not enough to control the Temple of Death! Our Third Legion only respects the strong.  ! Only if he can beat me will I be convinced!" A burly man wearing white armor said loudly.  He held a huge mace and his voice was rough and thunderous. He was the third marshal among the ten marshals of the Temple of Death. He had conquered world after world for Death and spread the light of Death's faith to countless living beings.  .  "Sooner or later, the God of Death will become a god! And even with his current strength, you may not be his opponent." Obat said unceremoniously.  "The God of Death sat on the throne of the God of Death alone without informing us. This is not appropriate! He must at least show us his strength and prove that he is indeed capable of inheriting the position of the God of Death."  A man in a gorgeous robe said politely.  He is the left envoy of Death. He once went to billions of worlds on behalf of the God of Death, delivering the God of Death's will to the leaders of countless forces. Seeing him was like seeing the God of Death himself, and he had to kneel down to accept the order.  "I have never even seen the face of the God of Death. It is unreasonable for me to surrender to him now!" "The position of the God of Death belongs to those who are capable! Even if an incompetent person has received the inheritance from the God of Death, he is not worthy of being in charge of the Temple of Death!  ¡± One of the senior officials of the Death Temple expressed their views.  They are already the only remaining senior members of the Death Temple, and they are the most loyal people to the Death Temple. But precisely because of this, they have higher demands on the people who are in charge of the Death Temple. Huang Yi obviously did not get them.  Approved by most people.  At this moment, the outside of the main hall suddenly became white, and a thick light suddenly shot up into the sky in the distance, like a miracle.  "That's the direction of the Palace of Death!" "Did the God of Death really break into the ninth floor?" "Let's go over and take a look right away!" For a moment, everyone was shocked and stared blankly at the huge white light.  .  At this moment, white light spots suddenly appeared on their bodies, flying away from the hall, rising rapidly, and flying towards the thick light in the distance.  It¡¯s not just them. Countless corners of the entire huge Death Star are all emitting traces of gray-white aura. They are flying over mountains and ridges and across oceans, flying towards the thick white light and blending into it.  If someone could observe the entire Death Star from outer space, they would find that the Death Star seemed to be ignited, with sparks of fire everywhere.  At this time, the thick light spread quickly and turned into a barrier that enveloped the entire Death Star, like an aurora floating in the sky, beautiful and beautiful.  ¡­ ¡­ ¡°Successful!¡± In the Palace of Death, Huang Yi looked at the shining Death Scythe in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief.  He completed Obat's idea and successfully integrated the weapon spirit into the Death Scythe, which greatly increased the strength of the Death Star's formation and could help the remaining masters of the Death Temple resist the attack of the Barbarian God.  However, this also means that he can no longer take away the Death Scythe and can only keep it here unless other ways can be found to ensure the safety of the Death Star.  He didn¡¯t feel any pity. The Death Scythe was just a weapon and was of little help to the battle. However, even after losing the Death Scythe, he could still control some death rules, but it was just not as convenient as before.  Instead, the butcher knife he got was a finished professional artifact that perfectly suited him. It was of great help in battle and could improve his strength by several levels.  Huang Yi glanced at the Death Scythe, turned around, went downstairs, and left the Temple of Death.  As soon as he came out of the Palace of Death, he saw a group of people surrounding him.  They all have deep auras, and they are the kind of people who have become the Great Perfection of False Gods countless years ago. They can try to become gods at any time, but they have not chosen to do so.  Among this group of people, Huang Yi only knew two of them, one was Obat, and the other was the Archangel of Death who gave him the box that sealed Blood Hoof's soul.  "God of Killing, did you succeed?" Obat took a step forward and asked excitedly.  Huang Yi nodded: "I integrated the spirit of Death's Scythe into the main body. Now Death's Scythe is slowly rotating on the ninth floor, enhancing the strength of the Death Star's formation." "The last few layers of the Death Palace are connected  We can't get through, and only the Lord God has the strength to find out. How did you get through?" A senior official of the Death Temple asked in confusion.  ¡°It is not convenient to disclose this matter."Huang Yi said casually. He didn't know the reason himself. It was obvious that there was someone behind him who helped him, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get through. "The knife in your hand is quite weird, and it keeps dripping blood.  , Did you just kill any creatures in the Palace of Death?  " "That knife looks so familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere" "Butcher's knife!  That's a butcher's knife!  The Lord of the Death Hall was killed by this butcher knife!  " " Throw it away!  " "Are you holding it to seek death?  ¡± For a moment, all the senior officials of the Temple of Death quickly retreated, staying away from each other, making various defensive postures, staring at the butcher knife, as if facing a formidable enemy. Huang Yi smiled softly, and took the butcher knife.  He shook his head and said, "Don't worry!  I have tamed this butcher knife and will no longer harm anyone casually.  "    "What?  "Everyone was suddenly surprised and stared blankly at the butcher knife. It was only then that they realized that the butcher knife was indeed very docile. It did not spurt out bloody light like it did before. It seemed that it was really subdued by Huang Yi.  "How did you, a mere god-given person, conquer the butcher's knife?  This is something that ordinary gods cannot do!  Did you do anything?  "A senior member of the Temple of Death asked. He looked aloof and stared at Huang Yi sideways, as if he didn't believe that he could suppress this butcher knife with his own strength. Huang Yi glanced at the man, shook his head, and said:  "You know so little about me!  If you were not so arrogant and could put down your dignity and inquire about my past, you would know about my relationship with the tyrant.  I know that you are loyal to the God of Death, but you are very unconvinced by me, the new generation of God of Death.  I have no time to compete with you for power now. When I save the second world, if you want to challenge me, I will accompany you at any time. Then you will know whether I am qualified to sit on the throne of death!  " After saying that, he slammed the butcher knife in his hand on the ground! The ground here was made of materials from the Temple of Death. It was originally indestructible, but now Huang Yi hit it with the butcher knife, but cracks were made.  The blood immediately seeped in from the cracks, like horrific wounds oozing with blood. His small movements immediately showed a compelling momentum, confident, calm, and fearless. "Of course the God of Death is qualified to sit down.  Ascend to the throne of Lord Death!  I firmly support the God of Killing!  "At this time, a ten-winged angel with black wings lowered his head and said. He was the Archangel of Death who had had a relationship with Huang Yi before. "I, the head of the Guards Knights of the Temple of Death, declare my allegiance.  Lord Death, together with Lord Death, recreate the glory of the Temple of Death!  "A dragon knight riding a bone dragon suddenly jumped off his mount, took off his helmet, and knelt down on one leg towards Huang Yi. "The God of Death can be recognized by the Death Scythe, which naturally proves that he is qualified to become the new king.  A generation of death!  I, the High Priest of Death, am also willing to follow the God of Death!  " Soon, the senior officials of the Temple of Death lowered their heads one after another and expressed their loyalty to Huang Yi. But there were still some senior officials who were indifferent and stood watching with deep eyes, not knowing what they were thinking. Huang Yi ignored them  , turned to look at Obat, his expression softened, and asked: "Have you found the hourglass of time?  "Obat smiled, waved his palm, took out a glowing hourglass, handed it to Huang Yi, and said: "Fortunately, I found the hourglass of time!  " Huang Yi quickly took over the glowing hourglass. The hourglass was bronze in color, but it was not a solid object. It was as light as nothing in the hand, without the texture of touching the object. It seemed to be just an illusory image. The hourglass  In the middle, there are countless fine sands glowing with orange light flowing slowly, like golden years. "At this time, the time hourglass can probably stop the time of the second world for two days, but after two days have passed, the time in this hourglass will disappear.  The Sands of Time will take a hundred times longer to return to its original place, and it cannot be used again in a short period of time!  "Obat said, his voice sounded around the hourglass of time, with waves of echoes, as if coming from the distance of the long river of time, like the memory of yesterday. Huang Yi only felt that everything around him seemed to slow down,  Those voices, those lights and shadows all became hazy, and everyone's body was glowing, leaving only a vague outline. "Okay!  I'll go back right away!  Huang Yi nodded and said with an echo in his voice. His head was groggy, as if he was drunk, and his mind was a little dazed. With a flick of his palm, he immediately put the hourglass of time into the storage.  In an instant, everything around him returned to its original state, the figure became clear again, and the voice no longer had an echo, as if he had suddenly woken up from a dream.nbsp; He nodded towards Obat, the Archangel of Death, the head of the Knights of the Temple of Death, the High Priest of Death and other senior officials who were loyal to him, and then left quickly.  He came to the Temple of Death this time to bring reinforcements to the Second World, but he didn't expect that the Temple of Death was also in crisis. In order to resist the attack of the barbarian gods, he was too busy to send any manpower. Instead, he was needed to go to the Temple of Death.  Fuse with Death's Scythe to protect the Death Star.  The only things he could bring back were the hourglass of time and the butcher's knife.
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