Chapter one hundred and ninety-two: the gift of no clothes
The overwhelming sorrow flooded Qi Huan like a tide.
He could feel the emotions of everyone present, even those who were under control. But their emotions were slow and their thinking was incomplete. Perhaps many of them had been irreparably damaged. Those tiny emotions gathered together, and more
It is doubt and confusion, not knowing what happened, let alone where to go. The family is reunited, but changes come one after another. For ordinary people who just want to live a good life, everything now is too difficult to understand.
The distant and heavy concept of "home" was reconstructed, almost overwhelming him.
But what is even more suffocating is the most huge and incomprehensible "god" emotion.
It - they, they are sad, sad beyond words. It's as if all their efforts until now are really for the development of everyone in this world and the future of everyone, but they cannot be understood by the world.
.That kind of pain is too heavy and too complicated, and even this is just one of them.
The two demons looked like brothers. Even if they didn't need blue amber or other ways to establish a spiritual connection, they could truly understand what the other was thinking. Qi Huan couldn't help but smile, feeling a little envious for some reason.
How cunning. They are clearly just two liars. Why? He thought this way, but he knew that there was no conflict between the two. Just like their so-called "for the world" is not inconsistent with their own selfish desires.
It is also their principle to get more for more work, so everything they exploit is considered legitimate and reasonable in their own hearts.
What are they talking about...? Qi Huan cannot understand the language of the two people. The voice does belong to those two people, and the form of expression is indeed a statement of some kind of words. But he cannot understand whether it is words or words.
, they are just meaningless thoughts like scriptures. But he can understand the emotions in them, just like human beings.
But there is no way to communicate at all.
He also felt the huge grief and anger suppressed by Bai Ya - this was a power that could almost rival Musician's emotions.
He could also see Liu Shenghan's calmness and tenacity up to this moment, as well as Jun Aoyan's seemingly absent... guilt. In a short period of time, he could also fully understand what had happened to them.
inferred from the ocean.
He just sighed.
When he gently touched the strings, he faintly felt the meridians in his hands vibrating. So he started playing.
This was an extremely smooth performance, and even he himself couldn't explain why. It was as if Qingnv herself was standing beside him, gently guiding his every move. Which string should he fall on, which position to pluck, and what
The fingering techniques and strength were all explained clearly. It was just as if she told each finger directly, skipping the person himself, and the hands knew exactly what to do.
Qi Huan understood that it was the two invisible strings that were controlling his hands, manipulating them to play a heavenly sound.
The sound of nature.
They have never heard such music. Even Bai Ya and Sheng Han near the music sky, and the generals and Ao Yan running around in the city couldn't help but look back at the source of the sound. It spread in the wind, but
It flows clearly to everyone's ears. Even from far away, you can hear such melodious music.
Melodious and desolate.
They felt...very cold. Although this was indeed just a song, the chill that clung to the skin was also real.
What exists is not that biting coldness, just a slightly cool feeling. It is like the first rain in autumn, falling on the body, there is a unique coldness and humidity, and the next moment it will change from the first one.
The rain turns into the first frost.
In the palace, countless walls have been knocked down, countless buildings have been destroyed, and countless places have been trampled into horrific cracks. Countless lives and objects have been destroyed by Musician's huge body or sound waves. But right here.
Amidst the bursts of music, its movements stopped and became slow, as if not only the surface but also the inside were frozen.
Qi Huan felt it calm down.
This was indeed soothing music. He understood that he had done something wrong in the first place. He should not provoke it with the purpose of pure attack - but to appease it, calm it down, and stop the meaningless destruction.
This is probably the truth that the more anxious you are, the less likely you will get anything done. Although everyone understands it, not everyone can do it at all times.
Jun Aoyan was a little anxious, but she couldn't calm down like Musician Tian, because she and her father realized that these spells could no longer be pasted. The group of unconscious people outside the city had been implanted with some kind of order, and they could not follow it.
As the music stopped, they were still rushing against the last city gate again and again, and many people came in from the broken breakthrough points.
At this moment, amid the soft music, the talismans in the hands of the two men suddenly flew up like birds, carrying Bai Ya's blood and flying in all directions. An invisible force attached them all to
Where it should be - is the goddess helping them? They don't know, they only know that everything can be saved.
The pattern in the sky took shape, and two yin and yang fish that covered the sky and the sun embraced each other. The surrounding scenery seemed to have not changed, but overall it felt dimmer, as if it was covered with a thin veil.
Liu Shenghan was still waving Yun Guihao tirelessly. The dilapidated and obstructive wreckage around her was restored as if going back in time, making this large area look much more spacious. And those people. Although she
The gigantic music world cannot be deceived through illusion, but even
Controlled humans can also modify their sensory contact information to guide their subsequent actions. She kept throwing the bloody pen over hard, and every drop of blood and ink melted into the eyes of those people. In the end, she
With a stroke of his pen, the seal Bai Ya had set for them was lifted.
One by one, they turned around and scattered in all directions, heading towards the path they thought was right.
"This will make it easier to handle."
"Well, thank you." Bai Ya nodded.
"Do you have any idea about what to do next?"
"Well... there is a way."
Before Liu Shenghan had time to ask what it was, Bai Ya suddenly rushed in the direction of Yu Yutian, dragging out a strange afterimage behind him. The power around Yu Yutian that could distort the light was also weakened, although the impact was still there.
, but it was weakened a lot. Bai Ya jumped up and stepped on it. At that moment, his feet did feel like he had stepped on nothing, but after all, he still stepped on some kind of entity, but it was different from his eyes.
What he saw was different. Bai Ya simply closed his eyes and relied on his intuition to guide his instincts. In the darkness, he saw an irregular light mist, exuding spore-like particles. Its shape was changing, but it became very slow.
Bai Ya guessed that this was the condensed divine power of its body. Sometimes, gaps would spread out in the light mist, like cracked eye sockets or a big mouth; sometimes the gaps would be filled, completed, and unknowingly change their shapes.
Bai Ya jumped upwards quickly, running
He ran even faster than when he had his eyes open. In the sound of music, all the injuries on his body became irrelevant. A special spiritual power radiated from the inside of the knife and wrapped around his hand.
on his legs, giving him a steady stream of strength.
This sword seems to... have a name, but he forgot it. Was it named by Shui Wujun or his father? He couldn't remember. He was still very young at that time and had only heard it once or twice, and he was not interested.
Remember the bells and whistles.
But a name, a name - always has a source, it never means nothing.
He came to the highest point, this place where he could view all things, but it was not the closest to the sky. It was still far away from the sky, the heavenly realm, the way of heaven... whatever.
He will bring down the sky.
As if he had stepped onto an invisible ladder, he continued upward and came across a path that was invisible but existed. Everyone saw that Bai Ya was heading higher in an incredible way.
There was white light and black shadow surrounding him, but he didn't know what it meant.
The voices of men and women in the ears never stop for a moment. Sometimes they are cursing, sometimes they are whining. But no one knows what it means. Maybe it is the language of heaven, and only the so-called "gods" can understand its meaning.
But that's not important. Language is not common, but emotions are. Now, they gradually condense into feeble but clear human language, and are deeply projected into the heart of Bai Ya, who is closest to them.
"Death...die - die, you group of ants, this group of unreasonable, lowly creatures. You deserve to die, you are born to die. You are not worthy of any god's help, nor are you worthy of bathing in any god's grace.
Destroy all vegetation in the world
, control all the birds and beasts in the world, despise, cut off our feelings and connections, and think that they are superior and dominate everything - what do you think is different from us? You deserve to be punished by God, and the God of Heaven should punish you. You have to pay the price...
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Bai Ya only felt noisy.
"It doesn't seem to make any difference." He answered in his mind, not knowing who to answer, "However, I only care about whether you killed my father. But you seem to be disdainful to answer this question. It doesn't matter, you don't have to.
answer."
Bai Ya, who was at a high place, suddenly opened his eyes. He turned around and used all his strength to slash the two scimitars downwards, but it seemed as if he was pulling something down from above and smashing it down hard. There was something there.
It expands in the curtain of yin and yang in the sky, breaks through the fog and clouds, and overwhelms mountains and seas, becoming unstoppable.
Two huge spiritual powers fell from the sky, as if a big hole opened in the sky. There was a black, huge object getting closer and closer. Is that a black ball, or is it tearing a hole in the world?
It's moving, along with a white ring. The ring is also extremely white and seems to symbolize something completely different from the black circle.
They are getting closer and closer, spreading out the light that covers everything. No one can tell whether it is light or shadow. They can only perceive a scene that is isolated from vision. Even Musician's huge body looks small and white.
Ya's figure is even more invisible.
That thing completely swallowed up the music world. Or rather, it swallowed up everything.
"Is that sword energy?"
This was Lord Xueyue's voice. Qi Huan was startled. He wanted to look around but couldn't open his eyes. He only heard the female voice mumbling something in confusion.
"Alas, Kunyuan, the beginning of all things, is to follow the heaven..."
