The bronze coffin turned into an ancient black pottery flowerpot.
Some rough textures can be faintly seen on the body of the basin, but they have been polished and blurred. The basin contains underworld soil filled with strong underworld energy, or Yin soil, ghost soil...
The Bianhua flower in the pot is as red as fire and is in bud.
But it didn't bloom for a long time.
It seemed to be stuck by something, which surprised Feng Qingyan.
Outside the fiery red buds, there is also a layer of faint fragrance, like a layer of light mist, lingering with wisps of mystery.
In addition to the fiery red buds, this Bianhua flower has sixteen emerald green leaves on the stem.
The leaves are not opposite, but grow staggered.
However, in Feng Qingyan's memory, the flower has no leaves, because the flowers and leaves of the flower never meet.
There are flowers but no leaves, there are leaves but no flowers.
"It's strange, why are there leaves?"
Feng Qingyan's brows gradually frowned, and he was a little confused. In his previous life, he had indeed never seen a flower with leaves...
wrong!
At this time, Feng Qingyan was suddenly startled, and his mind was a little shaken.
It wasn't that the flowers on the other side were wrong, but why did the bronze coffin turn into a black pottery flowerpot? At this time, he quickly came to his senses, and when he looked again, there was no black pottery flowerpot anywhere.
It is obviously a bronze coffin, with the Bana flower suspended in the coffin.
But at this time, the leaf closest to the root was quickly withering and falling into the soil.
After a while, it became one with the soil.
However, only one leaf withered, and it did not continue to wither.
"Is it related to the Blood Queen?"
Feng Qingyan started to think.
"Sixteen taboos, sixteen leaves, what's the connection between them?"
At this moment, Feng Qingyan suddenly remembered that in the illusion just now, it seemed that the black pottery flowerpot also had sixteen sides. Then Feng Qingyan's face solidified a little. He suppressed the "taboo" not to destroy it, but for the sake of the ghost behind him.
Door.
The ghost door behind you requires sixteen "taboos" to open.
But now the "taboo" has been destroyed by him.
Is it possible that the gate of hell can no longer be opened?
Feng Qingyan was really stunned.
At this time, the blood redness in the mountain and sea realm quickly receded, the sky returned to clarity, and the strange black mist shrouding the earth had also disappeared.
Everyone in the Shanhai Realm couldn't help but feel a little excited when they noticed the changes in the world.
The "taboo" must have been suppressed.
"The taboo was suppressed by the bronze coffin?" A Taoist disciple couldn't wait to ask, "It must have been suppressed..."
At this time, there were Taoist true kings, holy sages, etc., who immediately rushed towards the end of the mountain and sea boundary.
Although the blood color faded.
But the collapse of heaven and earth did not recover.
At the end of the mountain and sea realm, the earth was shattered into pieces, and there were even cracks in the sky that had not healed, and a terrible strong wind blew out...
However, the "taboo" was eventually suppressed.
And in Zhou Tianxia.
The blood that had already swallowed Dongfang Tian had disappeared at this time.
"Taboo suppressed?"
"The taboo must have been suppressed, otherwise the world will not be able to regain its clarity..."
At this time, countless people were shocked. They did not expect that the "taboo" would be suppressed so quickly, which was far beyond their imagination. As far as they knew, even the saints could not suppress the "taboo" so quickly, and the "taboo" in front of them was not ordinary.
"Taboo"...
The strength has been far beyond what it used to be.
Everyone around the world was shocked. They looked up at the Eastern Sky for a long time, somewhat unbelievable.
This "taboo" was not only born quickly, but was suppressed even faster. It seemed that it didn't even stir up waves, which made people feel that the "taboo" was nothing more than that.
…
And at this time.
A mighty literary destiny suddenly emerged between heaven and earth.
The people were rushing towards Feng Qingyan's Wen Palace, causing him to immediately come back from his thoughts and look at the sky of Shanhai Realm with some doubts.
Literary luck?
Feng Qingyan was a little surprised.
But when he looked up, he couldn't help but look shocked.
This Wen Qi seemed to be even greater than when he killed "Weird", appearing like a huge sea of clouds in the sky of the Mountain and Sea Realm.
At this time, literary fortune poured in crazily, and it seemed that the literary palace had been filled in an instant.
"With so many, will it explode?"
Feng Qingyan's face was startled.
However, he had more or less had a chance and was not too worried.
Not long after, his Wen Gong felt swollen, as if his Wen Gong was about to be burst by Wen Yun.
"Having a lot of literary luck is not a good thing."
Feng Qingyan shook his head.
As time passed, Wen Gong's swelling feeling became clearer and stronger, giving him a feeling like he was about to explode.
Having a lot of literary luck is really not a good thing...
Feng Qingyan looked at the sky speechlessly.
This feeling is a bit bad, as if something is trying to be stuffed into his palace.
Too passive.
Although he knew that literary fortune was the key to the birth of a philosophical position, it seemed a bit painful to give birth to a philosophical position...
Besides, his first philosophical position has not been given away yet.
Now a second philosopher is about to be born?
Isn't this a little too crazy?
still have a question.
If he could receive a huge amount of cultural fortune every time he suppressed a "taboo", wouldn't it mean that sixteen philosophical positions would be born?
Isn't this crazy?
This time's literary luck is even greater than when he first became a philosopher.
A philosophical position can naturally be born.
boom--
Soon after, the palace seemed to explode.
Feng Qingyan felt that the Wen Palace was shaking violently, and the Wen Palace was spinning wildly, as if it was tearing the Wen Palace apart.
This caused him some pain.
But if you grit your teeth, you can endure it.
At this time, in the Wen Palace, the rotating literary fortunes were intertwining crazily, becoming more and more solid, as if they had turned into substance, especially at the center of the vortex.
boom--
It was like an explosion inside the Wen Palace.
A flawless white jade plaque, exuding a faint light of holiness, hangs on the second floor of the Holy Power. This is the philosophical throne that represents the second form of the first chapter of the sacred art "Sitting and Discussing the Tao" "The Wind Rises Ninety Thousand Miles"...
This jade medal is the same as the first jade medal.
It is only two or three fingers wide, with mysterious textures appearing on the surface, exuding a faint white light.
"The second philosophical position..."
Feng Qingyan frowned, his expression a little indifferent.
The birth of a philosophical position is nothing to him, and the second philosophical position will definitely not be the end.
He had the illusion that he could give birth to at least ten philosophers, maybe even sixteen...
Ten philosophical positions?
Sixteen philosophical positions?
What a terrifying existence is this?
It is extremely rare to be able to give birth to a philosopher.
At this time, Feng Qingyan frowned. It seemed that too many philosophical positions were born, which was not a good thing. The Confucian Most Holy Master only had twelve philosophical positions, but he dared to have more than the Most Holy Master.
?
"If there is one holy technique, a philosopher can be born..."
Feng Qingyan was thinking, and then realized that he had not created a holy technique for a long time, and had been stuck in the fourth form of Chapter 1.