Outside the broken altar, Wu Jianwu focused on studying the script, combined with his understanding of Xuanyou Ancient Emperor, he became more and more deeply involved in his role.

This is not difficult for him, and it is not the first time.

In the forbidden area of ​​the Xuanyou Sect of the Eight Sect Alliance, he used similar methods to trigger the skeleton of the demon snake.

As for Ning Yan and You Jing, under the command of the prince, they each started rehearsals.

It has to be said that the prince is indeed more suitable to dominate this drama than Chen Erniu, because under his gaze, everyone is extremely hardworking and their understanding of their respective roles is becoming more and more accurate.

"Yes, this kid Wu Jianwu still has something to do. He doesn't look at his cultivation level, but only looks at his expression and words, and he really feels like an ancient emperor."

"Ning Yan is okay, at least he interprets the majesty of his father in half."

"But in comparison, the hatred in the emotional emotions here is the most real and is a highlight."

"Only Chen Erniu stood there motionless, which was a bit bad."

The prince and his third sister, fifth sister and eighth brother were sitting there, looking at the juniors who were rehearsing, nodding slightly to each other, and occasionally setting their eyes on Xu Qing in the distance, looking at Xu Qing's frown sometimes, the prince was satisfied.

"This kid finally makes him feel difficult."

"The God-Slaying Platform transformed by the Father's magical powers is the killer weapon that combines all his cultivation and experience. Not to mention that it is this kid, even I... I didn't learn it back then, let alone now that countless years have passed, and this place is already ruins. No matter how he understands it, it will be impossible for him to completely succeed."

The prince shook his head.

"Only the ninth brother has inherited the mantle..."

Thinking of his ninth brother, the prince sighed lightly, and the eighth brother next to him suddenly spoke.

"Brother, I think your mentality of watching the excitement is not good. You know that he cannot succeed, why do you still have to let him understand it?"

"You're so bad. Do you hope this kid will succeed in his understanding or fail in his understanding?"

The prince's face darkened and he looked at the eighth brother.

Lao Ba shrank his head and knew that he had said the wrong thing again, so he showed a pleasing intention.

"The prince was worried that Xu Qing was complacent in his understanding, so he had to let him feel his shortcomings here so that he could grow better in the future."

"At the same time, after this experience, after the ninth brother recovers in the future, he will teach him the method of killing the gods, and Xu Qing will learn better."

Princess Mingmei spoke calmly.

The fifth sister nodded slightly, and she also admired Xu Qing's place very much.

Lao Ba hesitated and had a word in his heart that he always wanted to say, but he didn't dare, but in the end he couldn't help it and spoke in a low voice.

"What if he really successfully realized the idea of ​​killing? After all, the father said before that existence means there will be traces."

The prince was silent.

Princess Mingmei was also silent.

The fifth sister looked at Xu Qing's figure and spoke softly.

"That means that his understanding is even more amazing than Brother Jiu, and Brother Jiu was considered to be the same as his father's understanding..."

...

If it exists, there will be traces.

This is the case with anything that has existed between heaven and earth.

This is how people are, things are like this, things are like this, and supernatural powers are like this.

The wind will remember everything, the earth will remember it, and everything in the sky will be like this. Even if the world changes, the way of heaven will leave a mark.

Even if you forget the way of heaven, who can know whether there is a higher will to record these scenes over the years?

But some traces are too shallow, making it difficult to detect them. They will instinctively think that everything has disappeared without a trace, and thus no longer recognize them.

But in fact, maybe that's not the case.

"What limits the strength of magical powers is imagination..." This sentence comes from Princess Mingmei's words, which has a great impact on Xu Qing, and also opens a window with heaven and earth for him.

The picture outside the window is not fixed, but determined by imagination.

At this moment, Xu Qing, who was sitting cross-legged in the shattered altar, felt the wind.

In this world, the wind blows through the ancient times as the world is sealed together.

Xu Qing was silent.

What is silent is not only his actions, but also his heart, his body, his soul and everything.

All of them fell into static as the wind blows.

All the sounds from the outside world are no longer visible now, and the absolute silence covers everything.

His mind was blank, without thinking, only blank.

No intention or thought.

Only the wind blows in perception, never dancing hair or clothes, but it creates layers of ripples in the sea of ​​consciousness, drawing out ripples.

In the rippling circles, some ink-like figures appeared.

I can't see clearly, nor do I have a fixed shape. These ink and wash shadows are hazy, constantly blending and separated, as if I was trying hard to piece together, wanting to truly form the picture.

I want to show the content it remembers to the outside world, to the world, and to Xu Qing.

But unfortunately, perhaps the traces hidden in the years are extremely shallow, so the ripples blown by the wind cannot truly change the picture.

Xu Qing's understanding also has a limit, not really reaching the level of being shining with the past.

Therefore, he could not truly understand anything from this ink and wash.

The ink and wash gradually lost its strength and slowly began to calm down. Gradually, water was still water, and ink was still ink.

No longer blending, they hide themselves.

But just as the ink and wash were about to dissipate, Xu Qing's instinctive unwillingness rose in the sea of ​​consciousness at this moment, and his subconscious mind told himself that this was a huge opportunity.

And this opportunity... only once.

If this piece of ink really dissipates, then he will lose this opportunity forever.

So, a colorful ray of light suddenly burst out from Xu Qing's consciousness. The light shines, reflecting in all directions, blending into the ink that is about to dissipate, imitating, picking up, and feeling it.

Before the change, Xu Qing couldn't do this.

But now, the simulation he realized in the morning glow made everything impossible and possible.

The next moment, the ink and wash rolled, and the colorful colors spread inside, outlining scenes from each other, forming figures.

Although it is still vague, it is much better than before.

The scenes that appear are fuller, and the characters that appear are clearer.

They even collided with each other and blended together, vaguely showing a complete picture.

It can be seen that there are two figures in the picture, one in the sky and the other on the ground.

The figure in the sky raised his hand, and the figure in the earth raised his head.

But just as the moment was about to be clear, a flash of will suddenly appear.

That's murderous intent.

Once this meaning comes out, it is like thunder falling in the nine heavens, Xu Qing's sea of ​​consciousness is unprecedentedly turbulent, wind, rain, thunder and lightning seem to be formed, and the sun, moon, stars seem to explode in this murderous intent.

It seems that the master is ahead and he will be shaken by this murderous intent. When the gods face it, they will also be shocked by this murderous intent.

This meaning is just a moment, and the picture collapses and hides away.

Xu Qing's body shook, and his thoughts changed from the blank space before.

He had a strong premonition, which was what the prince said about murder.

"If I can find it and simulate it, then... the picture that just emerged might be truly formed."

Xu Qing felt that understanding this killing idea was not the point, it was just the process, but the focus was the picture.

Thinking of this, the colorful lights in his sea of ​​consciousness burst out brilliantly, instinctively searching and simulating.

For a moment, the ink and wash churned, endless.

At the same time, the rehearsal from the outside world have also been completed. As everyone gets familiar with the characters and has confidence in each other, the drama will officially begin.

Ning Yan and You Jing have changed their clothes.

Before the start, the captain walked out, bowed to the prince and the others, and then coughed.

"Everyone is good at acting. I have multiple positions, so I won't take a movie and record it myself. I will use the small round pieces I specially made to record all this, and then pass it to the small round pieces outside. After processing, it can be played on the sky."

While the captain's words, he took out a ball of light and took it out to record it by himself.

But at this moment, the prince waved his hand and beat the little round boy that the captain took out.

“No need to do so!”

"Your method is somewhat inconvenient, and sentient beings need to look up and see it, and even some places may not be able to see clearly."

"You go back and play your priest well, take a video and record it here, you don't have to worry about it."
To be continued...