Wei Cheng felt that he should know the true face of Beiyu Continent.
The land beneath our feet is the blood-red battlefield in the memory fragments.
It is also a huge tomb.
Why does the ghost village here contain the power of the world of songs?
I'm afraid it's because...in this cemetery, many singers and elves once died. When they were dying, their sound energy wandered around the northern continent, and the power of those songs was formed!
As for the old man holding the chain...
Although he didn't want to admit it, Wei Cheng had to realize that it was very likely that he was himself in the previous life.
In other words, it must have an extremely special connection with my previous life.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for the other party to control the soul chain, and even use more subtle tricks than him at this stage.
"It's too late?"
Recalling Yi Xianqing's words, Wei Cheng sneered and looked up at the sky.
The sky was still chaotic, occasionally mixed with a few droplets of blood, as if wrapped in a bloody cover.
"No, it's not too late."
Wei Cheng said firmly: "In this life, that kind of thing will never happen again. Even if I shed the last drop of blood, even if I turn into a demon, I will never let them go to the battlefield again."
To Wei Cheng, Luo Tianyi and others are like family.
They are irreplaceable relatives.
Wei Cheng would rather die tens of millions of times than to put his relatives in danger.
Since Yi Xianqing came from another timeline and explained the possible crisis, Wei Cheng naturally would not sit back and watch the tragedy happen.
"Thank you... thank you."
After hearing the affirmative answer, the little flower seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and the breath that was originally held began to gradually weaken.
It's going to die.
Yi Xian clearly understood this.
The act of traveling through time and space does not come without any price, and that price is its own life.
But this little flower has no regrets.
During that war, it should have left with many of its predecessors long ago, but it was entrusted by the elves to wander on the sealed continent, just to wait for someone who could one day reverse the situation to appear.
And it waited, waited for Old Wei in this life.
Before leaving, there are still some things that must be completed...
Yi Xianqing transformed into a flower again, with black and gray petals dragging on the ground, and looked eagerly at the red magic weapon carried on Wei Cheng's back.
Divine weapon, Huo Jian.
It is a good quality weapon.
However, what Yixianqing is concerned about is not the magic weapon itself.
Rather, it is the familiar purple-ink sound energy that escapes from the space inside the weapon...
"Finally, can you let me see the master?"
It said in an almost pleading tone.
At this time, Wei Cheng finally withdrew his gaze from the sky, and the emotional fluctuations in his eyes had completely disappeared.
"No, I'm afraid this won't work."
He gave a ruthless answer, "You come from different time and space. I can't confirm what kind of impact you will have on Qingxian after you come into contact with her. I'm sorry, I can't take this risk."
The trace of this world still remains in Mo Qingxian.
Once these two little flowers were allowed to meet, Wei Cheng could not imagine what would happen.
The most terrifying space-time paradox is the appearance of two identical entities in the same timeline.
Based on this risk, Wei Cheng could not let this little flower meet Mo Qingxian himself.
"Then can I take a look at the master? Just one last look..."
Yi Xianqing thought for a moment and realized what Wei Cheng was worried about, so he retreated to the next best thing and made a more tactful request.
This time, Wei Cheng fell into deep thought.
Then nodded.
With a wave of his hand, a projection appeared in the air and began to reflect the situation in the divine weapon space.
…
In Huo Jianjian's space.
Mo Qingxian always felt a little uneasy.
She is discussing with Luo Tianyi and others about the production of the Paranoia game and how to integrate the song planning with the company. Logically speaking, this should be something she enjoys very much.
But Mo Qingxian didn't know why he felt uneasy for no reason.
"boom!"
The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard, and a stack of heavy books originally held by Mo Qingxian were scattered on the ground.
"Oops! Sister Qingxian, be careful."
Fortunately, Yan He was observant and quickly discovered something was wrong with Mo Qingxian, and helped her pick up the books scattered on the floor.
"Sister Mo, what's wrong with you? From the beginning, I feel like you're a little absent-minded!" Le Zhengling, who was addicted to creation, also raised her head and asked in concern.
Mo Qingxian does have an old habit of being distracted.
But this problem should have been cured since she obtained the Elf Yi Xian Qing! Why did it relapse again today?
"Um...sorry." Mo Qingxian lowered his head.
"Haha, no need to apologize, Sister Mo, you are not wrong!"
"That is to say, A-Ling sometimes falls into a trance sometimes, especially when she is thinking about Old Wei..."
"What did you say!?"
"Ah, I was wrong, Ling Ling, please spare my life..."
Sitting and watching the two girls flirting, Mo Qingxian chuckled and gently stroked the purple flower on his shoulder.
To be honest, Yi Xianqing also felt a little depressed today. She should have reacted by stroking her in this way.
What happened...
"Meow!"
Suddenly, the purple flower turned into an orange cat, blinked and meowed.
At this moment, Mo Qingxian suddenly had a strange feeling.
She seemed to see a plant reaching the sky in front of her, with countless petals stretching out, outlining a beautiful plant maze.
And she herself was protected by this plant, like a queen in the garden, watching everything suddenly.
"Mo Mo...Sister Mo!"
The sudden sound brought Mo Qingxian back to reality again.
I saw Luo Tianyi trying to stand on tiptoe, flicking Mo Qingxian's forehead, tilting his head and wondering, "You are really weird today. Are you too tired? Do you need to rest first?"
"
The girl reflected on it and found that so far, Qu Hui's workload seemed to have been left to Mo Qingxian, and she should indeed be given a break.
"Um...no need."
Mo Qingxian shook his head.
At the same time, I also felt a little surprised.
She could clearly feel that at that moment, there was a powerful energy that spread through her limbs and became part of the power within her body.
Even Yixianqing, who was originally very sick, received a lot of gifts at that moment and grew up to a level comparable to A Ling and even Tianyi's elves.
"Is it something good that Old Wei did?"
Mo Qingxian chuckled lightly.
There is no one else but Lao Wei who can input energy into his own body from outside the Divine Weapon Space!
In this case, in order to live up to the energy given by Wei Cheng, it is time to help Tianyi and others create perfect works.
With this idea in mind, the paintbrush in Mo Qingxian's hand bloomed with brilliant violet light and he began to devote himself to creation.
