The city of Qin is brightly lit, full of people, and the sound of the piano is ethereal.
But at the end of Haishi, many piano players in Qin City discovered that the originally rough East China Sea had completely calmed down.
Like a pool of stagnant water.
At this time, many piano players came out after hearing the sound and looked at the East China Sea under the moonlight in surprise.
Under the moonlight.
The sea is as calm as a mirror.
This made many piano players in Qin City shocked. Did something happen to the East China Sea again?
"Why is the East China Sea quiet again?"
At this moment, a piano player couldn't help but say, suddenly remembering the scene when Feng Sheng was in Qin City and certified the position of Qin Lord. It seemed that at that time, the entire East China Sea was as calm as a mirror, which was shocking...
"Could it be that he was canonized and became the King of Qin?"
The player with the piano said in surprise.
"This shouldn't be possible. How many years has it been?"
The player who played the piano shook his head after thinking about it, and the East China Sea in front of him seemed not only as calm as a mirror, but also gave people a feeling of death.
It seems that Donghai is dead.
and.
Not one or two piano players have such ridiculous feelings.
At this moment, almost all the piano players who saw Donghai had such a ridiculous feeling that Donghai was dead.
This is an extremely ridiculous feeling.
How could Donghai die?
At this time, the piano players in Qin City frowned and looked at the calm Donghai with some confusion. Is Donghai really dead?
Gradually, more and more piano players came out.
"Is Donghai really dead?" The player couldn't help but break the silence and said, "It looks like a pool of stagnant water, without any vitality or vitality. This feeling is very strange and not absurd..."
"Donghai is indeed dead."
On the piano platform in Qin City, a Qin Lord looked at Donghai for a long time, and said with a touch of sadness in his heart. He did see that Donghai was dead, and he was completely dead, which made him feel a little heartbroken.
At this moment, all the players in Qin City were feeling a little heartbroken.
Although Qincheng often goes to war with the Donghai Tribe, they are mortal enemies, and they wish that all the Donghai Tribes would die. However, the East China Sea is the East China Sea, and the Shui Tribe is the Water Tribe, and the two cannot be confused. Although, the Qin players in Qin City all hope that all the Water Tribes in the East China Sea will be wiped out.
Death is inevitable, but there is no hope that Donghai will die.
So now that they saw Donghai dead, their hearts ached.
"Why is Donghai dead?"
Someone asked with heartache, but no one could answer.
"The East China Sea is just a sea, how can it die? Could it be that the East China Sea has always been a life?" Another player asked with heartache and confusion, it was obviously just a sea, how could it die?
Even the Qin Lord and Qin King in Qin City cannot answer this question.
actually.
Before Donghai died, no one cared about it.
Because whether they care or not, Donghai is there, and it will remain the same as it is. However, they suddenly realize that they were wrong. It turns out that Donghai can still die...
Whoosh——
One after another figures swept out from Qin City and strode towards the East China Sea.
It is Qin Jun, Qin Wang and others from Qin City. They are going to find out why Donghai died.
When they were plundering, there were also many great scholars and sages from the vassal states along the coast who were plundering to the East China Sea.
Donghai's death immediately set off huge waves in the world, causing an extremely violent sensation. However, more people were stunned, with expressions of disbelief on their faces. Donghai was just a sea, how could he die?
How did he die?
So after countless people heard it, they all scoffed and didn't believe it at all.
But those great scholars and sages believe it.
Because Yun Mengze died long ago.
It's just that the news hasn't spread yet.
Moreover, many sages speculated that Yun Mengze's death was probably related to his canonization.
It seems that it was because the saint borrowed the word "dream" that Yun Mengze died and turned into a ghostly and foggy place of death.
Under night.
One after another, like figures that penetrate the heaven and earth, fly to the East China Sea.
When they saw the East China Sea, they saw that the East China Sea was dead, completely dead, like a pool of stagnant water.
At this moment, my heart strings suddenly trembled, and there was a slight pain.
"Where is the Donghai Tribe?" A great sage stood over the East China Sea and asked anxiously, "How did Donghai die? Who has such terrifying power to kill Donghai? What on earth happened?"
But no aquarium showed up to respond.
Donghai died, and the soul of the Shui tribe was also lost. At this moment, he stood blankly like a mourning concubine, his eyes empty and lifeless.
They couldn't understand why the Dragon Soul wanted to go with the Human Void Sage? Didn't the Dragon Soul know that Donghai would die if he left the Dragon Soul?
Why did Dragon Soul abandon them?
actually.
Many sages from the coastal vassal states vaguely guessed that Donghai's death was related to the light blue dragon soul that had struggled out of Donghai.
Perhaps it was because of the departure of the light blue dragon soul.
Only the East China Sea will die.
now.
The Qin King, Qin Lord, and Great Confucian who had originally arrived from Qin City stared blankly at the direction in which the light blue dragon soul was leaving.
The canonization really took away the East China Sea dragon soul.
In other words, Dragon Soul voluntarily left with Feng Sheng. After all, Feng Sheng didn't say anything when he left.
What is this dragon soul?
Is it the Soul of the East China Sea?
Under night.
Feng Qingyan walked towards the north step by step, followed closely by the light blue dragon soul.
After a while, it completely disappeared.
But in the East China Sea, the water tribe burst into tears, as if their hearts were dead.
well--
The Qin King sighed, not knowing what to say.
The canonization of the Dragon Soul of Donghai is equivalent to taking away the soul of Donghai, and Donghai without the soul is dead.
Not long after, there were figures flying over one after another. It was Daxian who came to find out the news. Looking at the King of Qin in Qin City, he immediately flew down and asked what happened.
King Qin probably said something about it.
"Did Feng Sheng take away the dragon soul of Donghai? So Donghai is dead?" Daxian was extremely shocked. It seemed that he heard a faint dragon roar not long ago, "Why did Feng Sheng take away the dragon soul? Didn't Feng Sheng not
Do you know that if the dragon soul is taken away, Donghai will die?"
King Qin shook his head and said nothing. Maybe he had his own reasons for being a saint.
"Well, if the East China Sea dies, I'm afraid it will turn into a terrifying Dead Sea."
A great sage sighed and said, it’s hard to blame anything. After all, it’s a canonization. If there is no necessary reason for the canonization, he should not take away the soul of the East China Sea...
He believed in canonization.
However, not everyone prefers canonization or understands canonization.
At this time, Daxian loudly criticized, after all, Donghai and Donghai tribe are two different things, and no one in the world should want to see Donghai die.
Although it is said that the death of Donghai has the greatest impact on the Donghai tribe, it also frees the Zhou world from worrying about the threat of the Donghai tribe. However, the death of Donghai has a great impact on the entire Zhou world, especially the coastal vassal states.
"Does the canonization of the saint know how much impact Donghai's death will have on the world around me?"
A great sage shouted loudly, with a hint of crusade.
"Please also ask Feng Sheng to return the dragon soul of Donghai as soon as possible. If Donghai dies from now on, it will be a disaster for the whole world. Is Feng Sheng so cruel?"
"Being a saint means that the thousands of aquatic species in the East China Sea are also life!"
"The fate of the water tribe is also life!"
"There is no high or low life!"
While some great sages and Duke Wen were accusing them of selfish evil, Feng Qingyan was striding toward the misty ice field, followed by the Dragon Soul of the East China Sea.
The Dragon Soul of the East China Sea is huge, light cyan in color, and contains the majestic breath of life.
At dawn.
Feng Qingyan finally returned to the misty ice field.
However, he did not immediately return to the twisted black line space, but looked at the East China Sea Dragon Soul with some sadness.
The East China Sea Dragon Soul was also looking at him and nodded to him.
It seems to indicate that there is no need to be sad.
At this moment, the Dragon Soul of the East China Sea looked back at the East China Sea, and after a few breaths, it flew into the air and let out a long roar.
The dragon's roar echoed through the sky.
After the dragon roared, the dragon soul was seen flying and circling, and for a moment the sky and the earth were light blue.
Feng Qingyan raised his head and looked at it for a long time, then saluted the Dragon Soul of the East China Sea.
When the light cyan color dissipates.
The Dragon Soul of the East China Sea is no longer seen between heaven and earth, only a dark blue coiled dragon inkstone is left, and the faint sound of dragon roar can be heard from it.
The Panlong Inkstone is no larger than a foot, but it is made from the entwined souls of dragons from the East China Sea.
At this time, the Panlong Inkstone slowly fell and floated in front of Feng Qingyan. He reached out to take it and walked towards the depths of the ice field.
It was silent all the way...
After a while.
He returned to the twisted black line space again.
At this time, he didn't say anything. He saluted the twisted black lines around him and put down the Panlong Inkstone.
The surrounding twisted black lines were silent for a moment, then were thrown into the Panlong Inkstone one by one, turning into a small drop of soul ink.
In just a moment, the Panlong Inkstone was filled with soul ink.
And at the end of the earth, on that rough mysterious black line, the tombstones that had existed for who knows how many years suddenly weathered.
Turned into ashes and fell.
The other tombstones did not roar, but only exuded a touch of sadness.
"enough."
When the Panlong Inkstone was filled, Feng Qingyan spoke up.
However, there were still twisted black lines thrown towards Panlong Inkstone, turning into drops of soul ink without any hesitation.
At this time, Feng Qingyan looked up and found that one-third of the twisted black line was missing.
He put away the Panlong Inkstone and walked out. In the blink of an eye, he was back on the misty ice field. He looked back and walked away.
"Bury me under the earth, and guard my hometown; my hometown cannot be seen, and I can never forget it."
"The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and under the earth, the state is in mourning——"
…
at this time.
He headed towards the east mountain.
Before he came to Dongshan, the news of Donghai's death spread throughout the world, causing great shock.
Countless people were killed by Donghai and were shocked.
Somewhat confused.
In Bacheng or academy.
Many scholars were surprised that Feng Sheng, who had never wanted to disappear, actually went to the East China Sea and took away the East China Sea Dragon Soul.
Doesn’t it mean dreaming back to ancient times?
In the back hall of the academy, An Xiu and Dong Lou Hui were very surprised. They did not expect that Feng Qingyan had gone to the East China Sea.
They were all a little confused, why did Feng Qingyan take away the East China Sea Dragon Soul?
Is it okay not to take it?
In the past few hours, An Xiu has received many letters from great scholars and sages, all asking why the Saint took away the Dragon Soul of the East China Sea. If the Dragon Soul of the East China Sea was taken away, it would have no impact on the East China Sea, so naturally no one would care.
.
But the death of Donghai will have a great impact on the world.
Even in Confucianism, there are many great Confucians and sages who believe that the saint should not take away the dragon soul of the East China Sea, and hope that the saint can return the dragon soul of the East China Sea quickly to avoid the death of the East China Sea.
In addition to letters from Confucian sages and great Confucians, there are also letters from other sects and vassal states, especially coastal vassal states, and even letters from Qincheng.
"Teacher, why do you think Qingyan wanted to take the East China Sea Dragon Soul?"
An Xiu frowned.
He couldn't figure out what use the East China Sea Dragon Soul was to Feng Qingyan?
Since it's useless, why take it away?
As a literary minister, he was under great pressure to receive so many letters from great sages and scholars. If they couldn't find a canon, they could only find a teacher who canonize him...
Donglou Hui shook his head.
An Xiu thought about it and smiled bitterly. Not only did he not reply to Da Ru, he also did not send a letter to Feng Qingyan.
Except for An Xiu.
Leader Wangchen also received a large number of letters, all about Feng Qingyan and the Dragon Soul of the East China Sea.
However, he ignored it at all, put the letter aside and went about his own business.
"Leader, if you don't ask about the canonization, why do you want to take away the dragon soul?"
The Righteous Master said a little surprised.
"What's the point of asking? Will the canonization party do something that doesn't make sense? Since it's done, there must be a reason for it."
The leader said calmly.
"this……"
The righteous person doesn't know what to say.
"So what if I ask, so what if I don't ask? If Feng Sheng wants to take away the Dragon Soul of the East China Sea, who in the world can stop him? If I ask, Feng Sheng will return the Dragon Soul of the East China Sea? If he doesn't return it, will he still want to snatch it away?
Can you beat it?"
The leader sighed and shook his head.
The righteous fell silent.
Who dares to snatch it?
The two clans of sharks and crocodiles serve as a warning.
One person killed all the demon kings and demon lords of the shark and crocodile clans in just a few breaths. This is definitely not something that a great sage can do, nor is it something that the four major leaders can do together...
Many sects shuddered.
so.
Many sects are preparing to take advantage of the reputation of canonization.
After all, it is not an exaggeration to say that the current saint can be called the best in the world. His style has almost surpassed the four major leaders and is unmatched by anyone in the world...
Perhaps only the gentleman in white who has not been around for a long time can compete.
But Mr. Baiyi is not here.
…
After the sunset was gone and it was still dark, Feng Qingyan finally arrived at Dongshan.
At this moment, he stood on the top of Dongshan Mountain, looking at the East China Sea, and vaguely felt the lifelessness of the East China Sea, which seemed to be filled with wisps of death...
After a while, he withdrew his gaze and looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back.
He is waiting for it to get dark.
Wait until dawn.
Naturally, he could not hide Dongjun from his appearance on Dongshan Mountain, and he had no intention of hiding it from Dongjun.
Dongjun was somewhat surprised, he didn't expect Feng Sheng to appear in Dongshan.
How many people in the world are seeking to be canonized?
East China Sea Dragon Soul, what is this?
Dong Jun was curiously thinking, could it really be the soul left behind by the ancient true dragon?
What is it used for?
Of course, he had never thought about taking away the East China Sea Dragon Soul from Feng Qingyan, and he might not be able to defeat Feng Sheng.
After all, Feng Sheng's performance in the East China Sea was a bit terrifying.
Is it possible for a mortal to kill all the demon kings and demon lords of the shark and crocodile clans in a few breaths?
The combat power is too terrifying.
As time passed, it became late at night in the blink of an eye.
Dongjun became even more confused when he saw that Feng Qingyan had been standing still on Dongshan Mountain for a long time and had no intention of leaving.
What is the purpose of canonization?
He did not think that the reason for becoming a saint was to temporarily hide in Dongshan.
Does being canonized require hiding?
Although there is something wrong with the voice in the world now, it seems that someone is secretly adding fuel to the flames and wants to pull the saint down from the sky.
But can it be pulled off?
Since you are not hiding, then why come to Dongshan?
While Dongjun was thinking, his body stiffened suddenly. He thought of Yun Mengze...
Yunmengze was canonized and borrowed the word "dream", so Yunmengze was left with only Yunze, which is equivalent to death. And Donghai was canonized yesterday and took away the East China Sea Dragon Soul, so Donghai died. Today, the seal is
The saint came to my Dongshan. Could it be that the canonization of the saint wanted to borrow something from my Dongjun?
Dongjun suddenly became nervous.
No, am I going to be canonized in Dongshan?
Although he didn't know what could be borrowed on Dongshan Mountain, before Feng Sheng didn't borrow it, Yun Zhongjun and the Donghai Tribe didn't know that Yun Mengze and Donghai had something that could be borrowed...
He has already gone to Yunmengze.
At this moment, Dongjun felt more and more uneasy and had an ominous premonition that something was going to happen to Dongshan.
call out--
He suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain.
“I wonder what’s going on with the saint’s visit to Dongshan?”
Dongjun was extremely nervous inside, but said with a faint smile on his face.
Feng Qingyan came back to his senses and saluted Dongjun: "I've met Dongjun, and there's nothing wrong. I just want to enter the secret realm again."
"Just entering the secret realm?"
Dong Jun was surprised and relieved, but he was still uneasy.
Feng Qingyan nodded.
"Besides entering the secret realm, is there nothing else?"
Dongjun couldn't help but ask.
"there is none left."
Feng Qingyan was a little surprised and thought Dongjun was a little weird.
“No need to borrow or take anything?”
Dongjun asked.
"No need, Dongjun, what do you mean?"
Feng Qingyan said with some doubts.
"Oh, it's nothing, just asking casually."
Dongjun smiled.
But I still can't rest assured.
The night passed little by little, and it was almost dawn.
Shortly after.
The rising sun rises slowly from the sky.
The warm sunshine shines on Dongshan and falls on Feng Qingyan, but the sky and the earth are like dusk and dawn, cut by yin and yang.
At this moment, he said calmly: "The clock of creation is beautiful, and the yin and yang are separated by the dusk."
Finished.
He then looked at the yin and yang line cutting through the dusk of heaven and earth.
Then he stepped out.
When he stepped on the Yin-Yang line, time passed quickly under his feet.
At this time, you can see the sun rising high in the south of the mountain, and the stars twinkling in the north of the mountain.
Total darkness.
At this moment, the time at his feet seemed to have turned into light water, gurgling around his feet. Thousands of years had passed in the blink of an eye.
There were stormy clouds in the sky, and strong winds blew across the mountain tops.
But Feng Qingyan's clothes didn't move.
As if still.
At this moment, Dongjun saw him again. He was still a little shocked, but he also breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly: "There are two parts of the sky, life and death are one and the same!"
What caught Feng Qingyan's eyes at this time was no longer Dongshan, nor the Yin and Yang sky, but a mysterious land of chaos.
It was a gray area with no sky or earth.
Sometimes it is pure and bright.
Sometimes it's turbid and dark.
He stepped in and came directly to the deepest part of the secret realm.
At this moment, he saw the strange darkness again, filled with an indescribable black substance.
It is between the tangible and the intangible, very weird and weird...
Feng Qingyan stared for a while, then used the magical power of "breaking through the void to see the subtle", his eyes gradually penetrated the black material, and saw thirteen cities of reincarnation and death...
The City of Samsara is completely black and shrouded in a strong aura of death.
The air of death covers the sky and the sun.
It's extremely cold and terrifying.
At this moment, his eyes fell on the city gate, and he saw two large black characters written on it.
It is the word "reincarnation" that exudes a fascinating and strange power.
"Emperor, did you build these thirteen cities of reincarnation and death?"
Feng Qingyan asked softly.
Naturally no one responded to him.
He did not draw the bridge immediately, but continued to carefully observe the City of Samsara and Death. It was built based on a black pottery flower pot, and it looked a bit like a black pottery flower pot...
this means.
The Emperor once owned a black pottery flowerpot.
But why did the black pottery flowerpot fall into his hands?
The black pottery flowerpot contains the power of reincarnation, and the emperor built it based on the black pottery pot. Does he want to use the power of reincarnation to resurrect the twelve emperors who defy the sky?
"Yin Yang Rebirth City..."
Feng Qingyan murmured softly.
This is the full name of the City of Reincarnation and Death.
After a while.
He closed his eyes and said softly: "The way of life and death, the extreme of life is for death, and the extreme of death is for life. The way of yin and yang, the extreme of yin is for yang, the extreme of yang is for yin..."
Reversal of yin and yang, resurrection from the dead!
A clear stone arch bridge emerged in my mind, exuding a silky mysterious aura, which seemed to be the power of reincarnation...
Shortly after.
Feng Qingyan opened his eyes and took out the Panlong Inkstone and the Magic Brush from the scroll.
At this time, the faint sound of dragon roar came from the Panlong Inkstone, which quickly made his mind calm and peaceful.
Under the sound of dragon roar from Panlong Inkstone.
He has nothing in mind.
At this moment, he picked up the magical pen that exuded a dreamlike atmosphere, slowly dropped it into the Panlong Inkstone, and then began to draw with the pen.
Draw it in one stroke.
A stroke appeared in the secret world, which seemed to exude the aura of the emperor of heaven and earth.
This made Feng Qingyan's mind slightly shaken, but under the faint sound of the dragon's roar, his mind quickly calmed down and was not affected by the soul ink.
gradually.
In the secret world, the outline of the Bridge of Connection appears, exuding a silky mysterious aura.
And the mysterious aura touched the world of the secret realm, causing the secret realm to shake slightly.
As the bridge gradually appeared, thick fog and black mist began to fill the air, churning like ink.
In the secret world, the sounds of dragon chants gradually increased.
It always stabilizes Feng Qingyan's mind to prevent him from being affected by the soul ink and causing the failure of the bridge.
About an hour later, or maybe a day later.
Feng Qingyan didn't know how long he had been painting, but he was very tired and tired, as if he had exhausted all his energy. He finally finished the outline of the bridge. It looked like it was only a few feet long, but it made people cross it.
Like time and space.
It is majestic and majestic, filled with weirdness and terror, as if it is ten thousand feet long.
but.
The texture of the bridge has not been drawn yet.
When Feng Qingyan was about to drag his tired body and mind to draw, he saw that the soul ink in Panlong Inkstone had been used up.
He stood there in a daze holding the magic pen, but the soul ink was not enough...
However, the connecting bridge has not yet been completely completed. It can only be said to be half completed now, and a lot of soul ink is still needed...
"Mo Lai."
Feng Qingyan shouted loudly.
At this moment, on the misty ice field tens of thousands of miles away, black mist suddenly rolled up, as if something was tearing the world apart, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.
Then twisted black lines flew out.
When the twisted black line appears, the world quickly darkens, as if it turns into night.
But in an instant.
Twisted black lines appeared on Dongshan, and then disappeared.
Dong Jun, who was on Dongshan Mountain, was shocked when the twisted black line appeared, and he started to tremble a little, which made him extremely horrified.
What was that just now?
He vaguely saw twisted black lines one after another, but he didn't know what the twisted black lines were. However, when he saw the twisted black lines appearing, the world turned upside down...
But in the blink of an eye.
The twisted black line appeared from the misty ice field in Dongshan, and then was thrown into the Panlong Inkstone, turning into drops of black soul ink. On the rough black line at the end of the earth, another tombstone quickly weathered and turned into flying colors.
Ashes fall...
When Feng Qingyan saw that the Panlong Inkstone had ink, he continued to draw with the help of Shenlai.
In the secret space, the aura of the Bridge of Connection, the aura of Soul Ink, the aura of Panlong Inkstone, and the aura of Divine Writing Brush gradually blended together and turned into a very complex aura.
Even Feng Qingyan couldn't explain clearly.
Hours pass by, or days pass by.
Feng Qingyan finally painted the entire bridge, which looks like a real thing and exudes a faint aura of reincarnation.
But what's missing?
And at this time.
There were only two drops of soul ink left in Panlong Inkstone. He took the magic pen and dipped it in soul ink, walked to the bridge of Jie Yin Bridge, and wrote the four soul words "Jie Yin Bridge" under it.
When he finished writing.
The magic pen in his hand shattered with a click and turned into dust and fell.
Feng Qingyan silently looked at the broken magic pen in his hand. He had known this for a long time. He had known this for a long time...
Because the dreamy power of the magic pen was all integrated into the bridge. Fortunately, the Panlong Inkstone did not break into pieces, but it lost all its luster, and it is unknown when it died.
No more dragon roars were heard.
He sighed.
And at this time.
Even after Feng Qingyan finished writing the four soul words of "Jie Yin Bridge", the "Jie Yin Bridge" was completely completed. Like the finishing touch, a breath of reincarnation that shook the world and spanned the eternal time and space suddenly burst out towards the end of endless darkness.
Cross the city of reincarnation and death.
Rumble——
At this moment, the secret world is in turmoil.
That weird black substance seems to be blocking the bridge.
However, the Jieyin Bridge exudes an extremely strong aura of fantasy, like layers of colorful bubbles, protecting the Jieyin Bridge from being corroded by black matter...
At this time, Feng Qingyan also understood why it must require a divine stroke.
It turns out that the dreamy aura of the magic pen can resist the corrosion of black substances and protect the bridge from passing through strong black substances.
At this moment, the bridge of connection penetrates through little by little, approaching the city of reincarnation and death.
Although the connecting bridge vibrated from time to time, it did not collapse and withstood the vibrations of the black material.
and.
As the bridge of connection penetrates the black matter little by little.
After Feng Qingyan suddenly felt the black matter, it seemed to be filled with an extremely violent and strong aura. Even though he felt that he and the black matter were separated by time and space, he still felt the violence and terror of the strong aura.
It seems to destroy everything.
What is this smell?
At this moment, Feng Qingyan was a little shaken.
Moreover, in that strong and violent atmosphere, I felt a strange and real atmosphere.
He was a little worried that the Bridge of Reincarnation would not be able to penetrate the black matter, and that he would be thrown into the dead city of reincarnation across eternity of time and space.