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Chapter 627 Time is like a knife, a dream is a hundred years
The dynasty stared at its own eighteen levels of hell.

He resolutely decided to forcibly open the ninth floor of the eighteenth hell at the cost of losing a hundred years of life.

As long as the ninth floor is opened, the masters of the ninth floor of Qi training will inevitably be forced to draw their souls by his eighteenth floor of hell.

The horror of the eighteen levels of hell lies here.

At this moment, he ignored the siege of the angels, but his eyes were firm.

He muttered silently in his mouth.

"In the name of my dynasty, I would like to exchange a hundred years of life for the authority to open the ninth floor."

"The eighteenth floor of hell, the ninth floor, open it to me."

Then he shouted loudly.

At that moment, Dynasty felt that a terrifying force enveloped him.

There are years in the world.

Time is like a knife.

Cut the years with a knife.

"boom!"

Wang Chao only felt that the years around his body were flowing.

There seems to be a colorful knife.

The knife is silent.

But it can cut off years and cut off longevity.

On the body of the dynasty, he was chopped off one by one.

With each blow, Wang Chao only felt his whole body shake violently.

A stabbing pain from the depths of his heart made him tremble, his face twitching non-stop.

And on his body, it seemed that the years had flowed away, and Shouyuan had left.

Originally, he had a lifespan of 300 years.

But he was chopped off for a year.

He only has 290 nine years left.

This is just a knife, the knife of time.

Don't kill, don't kill, but break the years.

The first knife, although it is only a year.

But it was a year that was silently lost in a person's lifespan, which was a kind of pain.

It is an indescribable pain.

Only the dynasty itself can feel it in person.

"call!"

It seems that a cold wind is blowing.

Dynasty's body trembled.

Between his hairs, a white hair suddenly appeared.

It appeared silently, but it was particularly eye-catching among his black hair.

This is the trace of the Suiyue knife.

In the year when the dynasty was beheaded, Shouyuan was added to the eighteenth level of hell in an instant, trying to open the ninth level.

However, one year's lifespan is far from enough.

The second knife, cut down.

Wang Chao's body shook violently again.

It seems to be cramping, and it seems to have encountered a cold.

His face was slightly distorted.

However, he couldn't make any sound at all.

He's a man and he has to be patient.

Shouyuan lost another year.

And Dynasty's hair, all of a sudden, three gray hairs appeared.

Years are like knives, and knives cut Shouyuan.

Shouyuan breaks, white happens.

Until the tenth knife cut off his ten years of life.

Mottled marks have already appeared on the top of the dynasty.

The black and white hair made the dynasty look like a lot of vicissitudes.

This is the trace of the years.

so eye-catching.

Wang Chao seemed to be aware of it. In pain, he reached out and stroked his hair.

Inadvertently, one was pulled out.

When he saw his white hair, he froze.

"Ten years of longevity made me grow old suddenly."

Although people are still alive today, the dynasty has gone through ten years.

This kind of years is incremental.

He felt that he suddenly changed from a young man to a middle-aged man.

With Shouyuan's departure, his heart also became somewhat hollow.

A man lived for ten years and did nothing.

It seems to have had a dream, a dream for ten years.

That is a terrible result.

It means that there is a ten-year blank period in his brain. In those ten years, there is nothing, just a piece of paper.

At this point, the dynasty finally realized that the horror of a hundred years of life is not simply the loss of life, but his people will also grow old.

This kind of relentless pain was borne by the Dynasty alone.

"Hehe, let's continue!"

Dynasty made a dull sound.

Ignore any changes at all.

Even if it turns white in a blink of an eye, in a flash, it can live for a hundred years.

Even in the vicissitudes of life, he still wants to do this, doesn't he?
"call!"

As if the wind had blown, Dynasty's hair, instantly, was dyed with a layer of hoarfrost, completely white.

Silver threads were like snow, covering the dynasty's head.

This is just 50 years of longevity.

It has already made the dynasty full of gray hair.

And his person has completely become a 70-year-old man.

Older than his grandma.

His eyebrows were also as white as the crescent moon.

The whole person is full of vicissitudes, and the traces of time are extremely obvious.

The dynasty was even a little flustered, he knew about his changes.

He stretched out his hand, looked at his own hand, it was no longer young skin, it became a little rough.

Even some wrinkles appear.

A 70-year-old person is basically very old in the world.

Although the dynasty still looks younger, it still looks like 40 years old.

Coupled with his white hair and white eyebrows, he looks like an old man.

He smiled wryly, and took out a mirror from his Thunder God Forbidden Space, and took a picture of himself.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Wang Chao didn't know him at all.

No, he dared not admit that this was himself.

"Snapped!"

Dynasty slammed the mirror to the ground, smashing it into pieces.

"continue!"

He took a deep breath, already disregarding the pain in his body, he was completely numb.

The Suiyue Knife fell down without any mistakes. It was precise, and with each knife, one year's life was cut off.

When the 80-year Shouyuan was cut off, the dynasty was already a hundred years old.

A young person who is only 20 years old turns into a 1-year-old man in less than [-] minute.

This change is extremely terrifying.

No one can accept it.

On the body of the dynasty, deep wrinkles appeared.

His hands were already extremely shriveled and had lost their former fullness.

His face was full of wrinkles.

In old age, the hair is gray.

And in this short period of time, Dynasty's hair also grew crazily.

Now, with white hair scattered behind his head, it looked extremely strange.

"There are still twenty knives left, cut the mess quickly."

"Cut it down."

In fact, when the Suiyue Dao falls, there will be no more stops.

Because, the Time Knife, no one can stop it.

Dynasty, also will not look young.

Time cannot be reversed.

For now, it is irreversible.

Even if the years can be reversed, the dynasty can't do it.

"boom!"

Wang Chao's whole body trembled suddenly.

The Suiyue knife made a full hundred cuts.

And he lost a full 100 years of life.

This is the price.

Today's dynasty is 120 years old.

In the Thunder God's Forbidden Land, a figure is also sitting cross-legged, a clone of the dynasty, and now, his hair is as white as snow, and the years are old.

The passage of time is just a moment, but it takes a hundred years.

Wang Chao looked at his withered hands and touched his old and wrinkled face, a wry smile appeared on his face.

"Like this, who else dares to accept me?"

(End of this chapter)