It has always been a very mysterious existence. Even Feng Qingyan didn't figure it out. He woke up from here and fell asleep from here...
Although he returned to the burial palace many times, he never dared to go deep into it for fear of causing a mutation in himself.
And when An Xiu walked in and walked towards the unknown depths.
He finally understood.
It turns out that this is the road leading to his heart...
If you keep walking, you will reach the heart of his true body, which is the deepest place of weirdness.
At this moment, walk quietly.
Alone.
Although he knew that once he left, he would never come back and disappear from the world.
No one in the world will remember him anymore, and his traces will be completely erased, but he did not hesitate at all...
Although there are thousands of people, I will go.
As he walked silently in the darkness, thousands of lights burst out from his body.
The light is extremely dazzling, shining with endless words, like a blazing sun, walking towards the deepest part of the darkness.
The darkness seems to have no end.
He walked alone.
Only words are his companions, and literary spirit is the wind, blowing on his face and illuminating the endless darkness.
in the dark.
The strange black mist was billowing, extremely dense, and was corroding him crazily.
However, he burst out with endless white light, and countless words danced in the light, as if they had turned into an extremely strong shield.
Blocked the terrifying and strange black fog.
Been walking for a long time.
An Xiu may have felt a little quiet and lonely, so he recited the Book of Songs, his voice full of ancient charm.
Echoing in the darkness.
"Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight."
"Scattered water plants are flowing from left to right. Fair ladies are longing for them."
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…
Buried outside the palace.
Ever since An Xiu entered the burial palace, he had blocked the strange black mist that was pouring out crazily. Moreover, it seemed that it was not just as simple as blocking it, but it also seemed to have cut off the source of the strange black mist.
The strange black fog has no source.
Under the great sages of their respective worlds, they were quickly suppressed or expelled.
The dream world of reincarnation gradually recovered, but countless people were still frightened out of their bodies, and there were even some creatures that were corrupted and could no longer recover.
It really became a weird thing.
"How is this going?"
In Rucheng, a great sage flew up, his eyes fixed on the north.
The terrifying and strange black mist came from the north and almost instantly submerged the world.
It's so terrible that it's unimaginable.
at first.
They also thought that there was an even more terrifying taboo coming out.
"have no idea."
Someone else answered.
At this moment, the leader Wangchen, Lord Ren and Lord Dayi all looked to the north warily, their brows furrowed tightly.
"It seems that An Sheng suppressed the strange black fog."
The benevolent master hesitated and said.
"It can't be wrong. It must be An Sheng. Only An Sheng can suppress such a terrifying and strange black mist in an instant."
The principle of justice.
"It is indeed An Sheng..."
The leader Wangchen pondered for a moment and said.
"Master, what happened here? Isn't there a saint guarding Netherworld?" The Righteous Master asked, confused, "Did something happen to Netherworld?"
"It's not that something happened in Netherworld..."
The leader frowned and hesitated for a moment before saying, but he was a little unsure, "There may be something strange happening in the Burial Mountain."
"Burial Mountain?"
The Lord of Benevolence and the Lord of Righteousness were both a little stunned.
"Burial Mountain? How could there be changes in Burial Mountain?" The Righteous Master frowned, and then he thought of something and said, "Could it be that Burial Mountain was once the place where the Ghost Emperor was buried? Is this change related to the Ghost Emperor?"
"possible."
The benevolent Lord said worriedly.
But after thinking about it, something seemed wrong. Didn't An Sheng achieve the status of a top-grade saint?
Why should we fear the Ghost Emperor anymore?
"I'm going to Burial Mountain to have a look..."
The leader Wangchen muttered for a moment and then said, his figure suddenly disappeared in a flash.
The benevolent master and the righteous master looked at each other.
Then he caught up.
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…
"When the peach is born, its flowers are shining brightly. When the son returns, it will be suitable for his family."
"When the peach is born, it will be like a peach. When the son returns, it will be suitable for his family."
An Xiu's reciting voice came from the depths of the Burial Palace, and his voice gradually floated out of the Burial Palace and to the Burial Mountain Academy.
Echoing in the sky above Bo City.
Jianshan Academy and Bacheng are the closest to Jianshan.
It was the first to suffer the impact, and also the most terrifying impact, and was corroded almost in the blink of an eye.
In just a few breaths, almost everything turned into strange things.
Except for Daxian Donglou Hui.
It can be said that no one can protect themselves in the terrifying and strange black fog.
"ah--"
At this moment, Donglou's dark eyes and canthus were cracked, and his body burst out with majestic literary energy, frantically dispelling and digesting the strange black fog around him.
but.
Under the burial mountain.
The strange black mist is too strong.
And he was the only one left, and the academy's teachings, teachings, and students all changed.
And the people of Bo City.
How did this come back?
How did it become like this?
The East Tower Hui was roaring, frantically driving away the strange black mist.
However, he alone could not get rid of it at all, let alone save the academy's teachings and students.
"Zhishou, Qingyan, where are you?"
Donglou Hui yelled.
"I'm here~"
A voice came and echoed in the sound of An Xiu's poetry reciting.
"The jianjia is green, and the white dew is like frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water."
"If you follow it back, the road is long and blocked. If you follow it, you will find yourself in the middle of the water."
When the sound of reciting poems fell, a dazzling white light burst out. There were countless words in the white light, and it eliminated the strange black fog around it like a sword.
Moreover, there are countless words that fall on the corrupted students.
As more and more words fall in.
The students who had already mutated began to slowly regain themselves and became human beings...
"Ha ha--"
Donglou Hui cried with joy when he saw it.
The sound of poetry recitation continued.
It has been echoing, not only at the foot of Burial Mountain, but also throughout the world, in the mountains and seas, in Wushan, and in Kutuo Heaven...
Echoing in the eight worlds of reincarnation.
Under An Xiu's chanting, almost all the eight worlds recovered, even the changes that had been irreversible.
Everything has been reversed.
"W-what happened?"
Many of the recovered creatures were shocked, as if they had just had a terrifying nightmare.
but.
As the darkness An Xiu walked towards became more and more real, the sound of his poetry reciting became more and more ethereal.
Although it is still full of ancient charm, it gradually gives people an unreal feeling, making all the creatures in the eight worlds a little confused.
Anxiu achieved the status of a top-grade saint.
It can be said that the entire world of reincarnation is aware of it, and basically all living creatures are aware of it.
but now.
They gradually felt that Anxiu was getting further and further away from them.
Logically speaking, An Xiu had just achieved the status of a high-level saint, and he was very close to them, and he was from the same era.
But after the sound of reciting poems echoed, I felt that Anxiu had gone far away, as if he had traveled to ancient times, or perhaps to the unknown.
It seems that he is no longer of the same era as them.
Buried under the mountain.
Donglou Hui was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but look towards Burial Mountain.
He was a little heartbroken. For some reason, An Xiu stayed away from him.
"Zhishou~"
He called softly.
"Master~"
The teachings and teachings that have just woken up are also calling softly.
"Master~"
The students in the academy also called out.
"Master An~"
After being stunned for a moment, the people of Ba City also shouted.
They always feel that the master of the hospital, the master of the hospital An, is gradually moving away from them and will never come back.
Even disappeared completely from heaven and earth.
no longer exists.
In Confucian City, No. 81 Academy, all the Confucian students looked in the direction of Burial Mountain, and they couldn't help but whisper "An Sheng~".
The leader, the Great Benevolent Master and the Great Righteous Master have been flying towards the Burial Mountain.
At this moment, they stopped suddenly and looked at Burial Mountain in confusion.
How is this going?
Why, I feel that Zhishou is gradually disappearing.
The leader looked at Chen and felt a pain in his heart.
And at this time.
The sound of poetry reciting echoing between heaven and earth is becoming more and more ethereal.
Become looming.
Unreal.
Just like in a dream.
It seems that everything I have ever experienced is just a dream...
In the Xiaowan Kingdom in the Western Region, Yanshan, Helianshan, Muyu and other disciples of Burying Mountain Academy were all stunned for a moment.
They stared blankly in the direction of Burial Mountain Academy.
"Teacher~"
Yan Shan shouted softly.
"Teacher~"
Helianshan was calling softly.
"Teacher~"
Mu Yu and many academy disciples were shouting softly.
They feel that the teacher is becoming less and less clear and unreal, and they can’t even remember the teacher’s face.
How is this going?
They panicked.
All of them looked at their companions with horrified expressions and said, "Do you still remember the master?"
"I should remember, but I can't remember..."
"I can't remember either."
"I have completely forgotten the appearance of the dean, and I don't even remember the dean's voice. The dean, the dean, the dean seems to only appear in my dreams..."
"But, how is this possible?"
"I forgot about the master, I, I..."
In every Fengming Academy in the thirty-six countries of the Western Region, there are disciples from Burying Mountain Academy crying and panicking.
Still looking.
But after searching again and again, the master of the hospital disappeared.
They couldn't catch the master...
Not only were they unable to catch them, but the students of Burial Mountain Academy were also unable to catch them.
They finally forgot about the master.
Donglou Hui stood there blankly, it seemed that he was the only one who still vaguely remembered, not even the academy's teachings.
"Master..."
Someone called out to the east tower and shouted.
Donglou Hui woke up suddenly, looked at the instruction in shock, and said: "I am not the master of the hospital, Zhi Shou is the master of the hospital."
"Chishou?"
The instructor was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Master, who is Zhishou?"
"you you……"
Donglou Hui's eyes widened and he said in horror: "How can you forget? Zhishou, he is the master of the academy and the highest-ranking saint of my Confucian school. How can you forget him?"
"Well……"
The professor was stunned for a moment, looked at Donglou Hui with some doubts, and said: "Master, you have always been the master of my Burying Mountain Academy. Also, except for the most holy master, when did my Confucian family
Is there a top-grade saint?"
"..."
Donglou Hui opened his mouth wide and was speechless.
"Master, has something happened?" Jiaoyu looked at Donglou Hui and said worriedly, "I think there's something wrong with your face...
"Impossible, impossible, how could you forget Zhishou?"
The East Tower was extremely dark and frightening.
At this moment, he flew away, frantically asking the students or teachings of the academy, but they didn't know who Zhishou was, and said that he had always been the master of Burial Mountain Academy...
"Vide, you are the great edict of the academy. You can't forget Zhishou, can you?"
Donglouhui asked Bailikun nervously.
Baili Kun looked at Donglou Hui with some suspicion, and finally couldn't help but said: "Master, what are you talking about?"
"Why is it happening like that?"
Old Hui from the East Tower burst into tears and was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. He came to the academy gate and said, "Shen Zhou, do you still remember Zhishou?"
"Who is Chishou?"
Bai Houyuan asked.
The man in the east building was stunned.
After a while, he came to Ba City and frantically asked the people or literati, but none of them knew who An Xiu was.
"Then do you still remember Xu Sheng?"
"The name of the false saint is everywhere in the world, who doesn't know it?" The people who were asked were full of doubts and couldn't help but said: "Master of the East Tower, who are you?"
"..."
Dong Louhui left.
Burial Mountain Academy forgot about Anxiu.
Eighty-one Academy has forgotten Anxiu, and Rucheng has forgotten Anxiu.
Various sects of literature and art also forgot about Anxiu.
"I almost forgot too..."
The leader Wangchen was suspended in the sky, looking towards the direction of Burial Mountain and said, "Do you still remember Zhishou?"
"Zhishou is only in my dreams..."
"I almost forgot."
The Great Benevolent Lord and the Great Righteous Lord said.
After a while, they forgot about it, and only the leader still vaguely remembered it.
And at this time.
Donglou Huiyi almost forgot, but how could his disciple forget? In order not to forget, he engraved An Xiu's name on his soul...
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…
The sound of poetry reciting went from ethereal to vague, and finally disappeared completely.
An Xiu also came to the deepest part of the burial palace, which is the heart of Feng Qingyan's true body, which is also the weirdest deepest part.
Or at the source.
He bursts with endless literary light.
Endless words are born from the dazzling literary light, and one by one they sink into the heart of darkness.
"The elephant has a form, it is the heart..."
At this moment, An Xiu bowed slightly to his heart, and his whole body suddenly transformed into the most powerful, rigid, upright and powerful Wenguang.
The originally dark heart seemed to be suddenly lit up.
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…
Deep in the underworld.
Then sink into the dark prison.
Feng Qingyan was hanging in the black water, watching quietly.
You, on the other hand, was also looking at him quietly, and then saw that the heart of Feng Qingyan's chest was originally extremely dark.
But suddenly, it lit up.
There seemed to be endless white light bursting out from the heart.
The dark heart was lit up.
Sizzling——
The white light is burning the black mist.
It saw that the darkness in the heart was quickly receding, becoming brighter and brighter bit by bit...
Boom!
Boom!
It seemed to hear the heartbeat.
So it widened its eyes and said in great shock: "How can the ultimate weirdness be purified?"
"This is the power of Wen..." Feng Qingyan said softly, "Now, do you understand? The moment I died in the world, everything was doomed. You, don't you understand?"
You: "I..."
Rumble——
At this time, the reincarnation millstone was like a broken bamboo, occupying the Mingtian, destroying countless law chains of the Mingtian Avenue.
The countless chains of laws of reincarnation quickly merged with the world of Mingtian.