The strange and terrifying darkness has caused countless creatures to perish.
An equally weird and terrifying black knife suddenly hung in the dark sky. The shining black light made it impossible to look directly at it, and then it was chopped down heavily.
Unstoppable!
The sharp edge of the black knife is as sharp as a curse, making people's souls tremble.
When the scene suddenly stopped again, Feng Qingyan seemed to see countless creatures being beheaded...
"It's the black knife again! It's it again!"
In the secret realm, Feng Qingyan's spirit body was trembling, and his body seemed to be burning with raging anger. Two terrifying black lights burst out from his eyes, and he said angrily: "Damn it, damn it!!"
There are still fifteen holy elephants left.
"cut--"
He saw the strange black knife chopped off again.
This is already the third time.
What kind of knife was this, and why was it so terrifying that it made him so frightened? There were still fourteen holy elephants left, and he continued to study the holy elephants, hoping to find the answer.
Although the remaining sacred images were not easy to understand, he had no choice.
He must understand it thoroughly.
…
Wushan realm.
It is still drizzling and heavy fog covers the sky and earth.
At night, Ajiu huddled on the corner of the bed, her body trembling slightly. Her brother was missing. However, the uncles, brothers and sisters in the village said that she did not have a brother...
Why doesn’t she have a brother?
One day ago, she and her brother went up to the mountain to pick tea, and he sang folk songs. How could they forget him?
She asked most of the people in the village.
They all said that she had no brother, and her parents only had one daughter...
But she obviously has a brother.
She remembered everything clearly, and even drew a portrait of her brother, but they said they had never seen it before.
This scared her and she didn't know why.
At some point, the sky gradually became brighter, but it was still dark, and there was still light rain outside the window. She got up a little haggardly, went to her brother's room, saw his clothes, and saw his shoes...
This is obviously a trace of brother's existence, why do they turn a blind eye?
She prepared some dry food, put on her bamboo hat and raincoat, and went to the Chashan Mountains to look for her brother...
"Brother——"
"Brother——"
An anxious cry with a cry echoed on the mountain.
A day passed in the blink of an eye, and Ajiu came back from the tea mountain in tears...
"Ajiu..."
A young man came over and looked at Ajiu with heartache on his face.
"Brother Axin, I have a brother. The day before yesterday, when you came back from picking tea, I talked to you. I asked you if you had seen my brother. You said no. Why don't you remember?"
Ajiu's face was full of anxiety, and his eyes were full of expectation.
"A, Ajiu...are you sick?"
Young Asin was silent and said with some worry.
"I'm not sick."
Ajiu was so anxious that he cried and looked very helpless. With tears in his eyes, he begged: "Brother Axin, I have a brother. I have a brother. My brother is missing. Can you help me look for him?"
"……well……"
Asin looked at Ajiu with pear blossoms and rain, and couldn't refuse at all, so he could only nod stupidly.
…
Burial Mountain Academy.
All teachers and students miss Feng Qingyan very much.
It was nine months since I left last time, and only a few days after I came back, it has been another four months. And people all over the world are also missing the canonization...
It has been four months since the saint entered the secret realm of Dongshan. Has the sacred image been discovered?
Or learn something from the secret realm?
Everyone knows that sainthood will never return empty-handed from the secret realm, but I don’t know if there is any icon that can uncover the origins of saints.
Therefore, the eyes of many great sage-level beings fall on Dongshan from time to time.
They may be looking forward to it.
Or worry.
Or fear.
…
In Dongshan Shenfu.
Jiuge has been following Dongjun, watching Dongjun manage Dongshan and listening to Dongjun's deduction of general trends. Although it was only a short four months, it felt like ten years had passed, and his whole person had undergone tremendous changes.
It seems that the childishness on his face has disappeared.
"Are you worried about canonization?"
On the cliff behind the God's Mansion, Dongjun, who was wearing a black robe with gold trim, was sitting cross-legged on the stone, looking at Jiuge and saying: "Actually, that's not the case. The saint is safe and sound, and he is just meditating on the holy elephant. This saint
It's not easy to penetrate the image, and it's even harder to detect, so it just takes some time."
Jiuge nodded and asked curiously: "Does the teacher know the origin of the secret realm?"
Dong Jun shook his head, pondered for a while and said: "Perhaps it was born with Dongshan, or maybe it was born with heaven and earth. I am afraid that even the saints cannot know it. Tai Chi, life and death..."
Dongjun fell into deep thought.
Jiuge didn't bother him when he saw it, and was looking at the sea of clouds in front of him.
And in the secret realm.
In fact, Feng Qingyan is about to be surveyed, and now there are only eleven holy elephants left.
Among the three sacred icons he penetrated, he heard two voices intermittently, as if two people were having a conversation in ancient times.
"I heard that some supreme beings from ancient times preferred pottery..."
"...the ones they make sacrifices...are mostly made of pottery...it's very scary..."
"Why?"
"Tao means soil, and...the earth has big...rules, understand..."
"...Evolution Basin."
"...Personal name...return to the basin"
"This cannot be said. If you say it, it will be unknown...taboo..."
"...Supreme existence...evolution and reincarnation...cannot be traced..."
"...appeared once...the Holy Emperor...the Holy Emperor was deducing...himself turned into a terrifying ghost..."
These intermittent conversations made Feng Qingyan's scalp numb and his whole body seemed to have goosebumps. Even the sacred images of the saints could not be fully recorded. This shows that the conversation involved taboo topics.
These intermittent conversations seemed to reveal some huge secret, but for some reason, they suddenly reminded him of the black pottery flowerpot.
Are they talking about the black pottery flower pots?
The origin of the black pottery flowerpot has always been a mystery, and he couldn't help but explore it. At this time, he suddenly remembered that in the secret realm, there seemed to be a dream left by Emperor Shang's enlightenment, and he might be able to look for it.
Maybe in the dream, there is the answer he wants.
The remaining sacred images were very difficult to comprehend, so he did not continue to struggle.
…
Wushan realm.
In the rain and fog in a Wu Village.
Axin, who was wearing a raincoat, was a little stunned and said: "Ajiu, I don't have a sister, I am the only sister Aweng."
Ajiu was also stunned.
Brother Asin forgot his sister Ani.
Ani is fourteen years old, one year younger than her, and they usually have a good relationship.
But today, Brother Asin suddenly forgot about Ani, which made her panic and her heart beat violently.
When she took Asin to Asin's house, she found that Asin's sister Aweng had also forgotten Ani, saying that they did not have a daughter like Ani...
Arnie is missing.
Ajiu trembled all over.
But why did the uncles in the village forget about her brother Ani, but she remembered him?
In the next few days, she found that more and more people in the village were missing, but they had all forgotten.