Seeing the last picture, Qin Xuan murmured in his mouth, maybe he already knew all this, but no matter what, the picture he imagined in his mind was not as shocking as seeing it with his own eyes at this moment.
After all, the figure of the man and the sacrifice of the Ancient Ming Ha deeply touched his heart. It was a kind of... shocking momentum, tearful and solemn.
"War, the war between the real world and the real world, destroys the starry sky and buries all living beings. Here, a person is very small, insignificant. And if you want to take the initiative and protect what you care about, then you need to make yourself strong
Rise up and become so strong that no heaven and earth can reverse your heart, no sky can cover your will. This is the purpose of cultivation."
At this time, Master's voice sounded.
Qin Xuan nodded.
At this moment, he still remembers the shrill roar of the man looking up to the sky, he still remembers the heroic tears of the ancient toad when he sacrificed his life, and he still remembers the desolate sound of the piano that traveled through time, space, and years. He remembers it all, and all of this is just because he is not strong enough.
, is not so powerful that not even the sky can go against one's will, nor can heaven and earth go against one's own heart.
Powerful. One day, I must be so strong that my palms are responsible for birth and death, my thoughts are born and destroyed, and my thoughts are destroyed. I will become my own master.
This was the voice of Qin Xuan's heart when he clenched his fist. Perhaps it already existed in his heart, because the care in his heart made him...must protect it, even if he gave up everything.
"I brought you here because I want you to see what real war is and what real heroism is!"
Master glanced at Qin Xuan and spoke slowly.
"In this world, the law of survival is the law of survival. Without strength or mind, even if you walk step by step and become very powerful, you will eventually perish. The body can be destroyed, the soul can be destroyed, but the persistence in the heart
, but the concern in my heart is that I cannot lose it no matter what the circumstances. Only in this way can we truly go on and reach the day when even the sky and stars tremble."
The master's words slowly swirled around and fell into Qin Xuan's ears. Qin Xuan knew that this was the master teaching him. Maybe he had already understood these, but at this moment, the master's personal teaching made him feel
A kind of warmth.
That is the relationship between master and disciple, that is the meaning of mentor.
"Okay, this is just the end of this war. Now I will take you to see a real war!"
With a flick of his big sleeve, Qin Xuan was rolled up, and the rainbow shot through the sky and roared.
After about a stick of incense passed, Qin Xuan was led by the master to a starry sky. It was a picture in the memory of the years. It was still here at the moment, but when the master stretched out his hand, towards the void below.
Right on time, the silence here suddenly turned into movement, as if the entire starry sky came to life in an instant.
A tragic and tragic aura immediately swirled around Qin Xuan in a shocking way.
The tragic sound of fighting came from far away, and the smell of blood made the entire sky turn red.
As it approached, Qin Xuan had the feeling of being on the scene. The breath that hit his face made his body tremble and his mind confused. It was a real killing spree, which destroyed all living beings and collapsed.
Cangyu.
This is the real war.
It's a fight between realms.
Qin Xuan tried hard to calm down his mind. This was a period of time long ago, and he wanted to remember all of this, because it was the ancestors who were spilling their blood to protect and inherit the glory of the bloodline.
At this moment, he thought of what the other party said when he faced the Blood Demon Son on the top of Mount Tai. Was the eternal war over?
He was still very confused before, but now, he saw it, saw the tragic scene, and saw the battle that took place eons ago.
This is a starry sky, dyed red by blood. Everywhere you look, there are densely packed figures, collapsed stars, broken corpses, mountains of weapons, and the Milky Way is stained with blood. It is full of desolation and ruin.
"Kill!"
"Kill, Yanhuang Wuhui, monks like us, why would we bother to fight!!"
"I am a person of Yanhuang in life, and a ghost of Yanhuang in death. My burning blood creates the glory of Yanhuang!!!"
"Yanhuang has no regrets!!"
"Yanhuang has no regrets!!!"
"Yanhuang has no regrets!!!"
Shocking roars and roars came from a distance and fell in Qin Xuan's ears. When his blood boiled, he shed tears unconsciously. Those tears were shed just for the heroism of his ancestors.
He saw it.
He saw four areas in the starry sky in four directions. One area was filled with densely packed ancient bronze swords floating in the air. There were cultivators in black standing on them, numbering no less than a million.
In another area, there are hundreds of thousands of ferocious black dragons. Each black dragon is tens of thousands of feet long, with a black aura lingering all over its body. It is filled with blurry figures, and there is a shrill roar, and the sky is shaking.
And rise.
In another area nearby, there are countless towering mountains. The mountains are full of blood and mottled with time, with various weapons inserted on them. In front of the huge mountains, there are even more towering mountains.
The iron chain locked the extremely huge beast, exuding a monstrous evil aura.
In the remaining area, a blood-colored river flows like it covers the sky. Above the blood-river, there are densely packed figures wearing blood-clothed bodies sitting cross-legged. At a glance, it is endless.
These are four directions, four areas, and four camps, locking the sky and sealing the world.
But in the center of the four directions, there are tens of thousands of extremely huge warships standing. The warships look like ancient building ships, covered with sinister muzzles, and filled with countless figures. Look.
When he saw these people, Qin Xuan felt familiar.
He knew that those in the middle were the ancestors of the Yanhuang clan from ancient times.
"Master!"
Qin Xuan looked at his master. He wanted to go over and see who were there. Even though they were probably buried in the river of time, he still wanted to take a look.
"Walk!"
The master nodded, and the two of them whizzed away. Perhaps they were just spectators here, outsiders. Or perhaps, everything here was a memory engraved in the blood of the Yanhuang clan.
Therefore, when the two of them were here, even those who practiced astonishing power could not notice the two of them at all, and allowed the two of them to pass by and arrive at the extremely huge ancient building in the middle.
This is an extremely splendid building, with layers of space inside. It is a treasure. When Qin Xuan and Master stepped into this place, they immediately felt the boiling of their blood and the burning of their hearts. It was... the ignition of the Yanhuang blood.
A burst of music came from the front of the building.
Qin Xuan walked over and saw a beautiful scene.
On the deck in front, a woman in white clothes was sitting next to an ancient piano stand. Her crystal clear hands flicked on the strings, and waves of ethereal piano sounds swirled around. Her smooth black hair
Her clothes were loose and she seemed not to be a human woman.
Next to the woman, there was a man standing. He was majestic, with light black hair. He carried a huge sword on his back, which was extremely broad. Qin Xuan looked at it and saw that the sleeve of his right hand was
Empty.
"I see……"
Qin Xuan murmured, walked over, and walked in front of the two of them. The man's face was somewhat similar to Yue Kongyuan, but it showed a touch of vicissitudes and deep fatigue, but his eyes were looking at the side
As a woman, there is a tenderness that can never be overcome.
As for the woman in fluttering white clothes, Qin Xuan couldn't help but tremble when he saw it. She had a face that could make heaven and earth turn to shame. She had a beautiful face, ink-like hair, and her crystal-clear hands were caressing her.
The strings are outlined together, and when you look at them, they look like poetry and picturesqueness.
Zheng!!
The woman played a song, pressed her crystal clear hands on the strings, stood up slowly, looked at the man next to her, with tenderness in her eyes, and softly called out: "Guo'er!"
The sound is like water, as ethereal as the sound of a fairy. When you listen to it, it makes people feel like a fairy spring flowing in their hearts, forgetting all the worldly things.
The man stretched out his hand, held the woman in his arms, and sighed softly, "Long'er, do you blame me?"
"Guo'er, why do you say that?" The woman raised her head and looked at the man.
"Long'er, we are surrounded. There is no support. It is very possible..." The man spoke softly. At this point, he could no longer say anything because the woman had already raised her jade hand and sealed the man's mouth.
"Guo'er, as long as I'm with you, I'm willing to do it no matter where I am!" The woman's hand caressed the man's face, feeling the warmth, with tenderness in her eyes, "Guo'er, I want to play for you again
This song, this song, I named it... Burial in the Red Dust!!"
"Burial in the world of mortals..."
Seeing this, Qin Xuan murmured words that people here could not hear. The woman sat down again, pressed her hands on the strings, and gently brushed them. The sound of the piano began to swirl again.
And at the moment of whirling up, the sound of fighting came from all directions again, the loud rumbling sound echoed in the sky, and the cannon muzzle of the building ship made an earth-shattering sound. In the distance, the ancient bronze sword was filled with bright light,
The roar of the black dragon is approaching, the blood mountain rumbles like light, and the bloody Milky Way rolls back like it covers the sky.
This is a shocking battle.
And the sound of the woman's piano also swirled around at this moment, slowly resounding in the hearts of everyone here.
That's a song...Buried in the Red Dust!
The sound of the piano slowly swirled, and the woman's beautiful face was always as calm as water. Her clothes were as white as snow, and she was as beautiful as the dust. She was like a pure and pure fairy. As the sound of the piano swirled, snowflakes gradually fell in the starry sky.
It fell into her ink-like hair and gradually turned white.
"Guo'er, do you still remember our agreement?" The woman's voice sounded along with the sound of the piano, fell in the ears of the man next to her, and turned into a sigh.
At this moment, his hair was gradually dyed white by snowflakes. He stretched out his hand, and a piece of snowflake fell gently on his hand. He took a look.
"We can walk to the end of the road in the wind and snow, and we can do the same outside of the wind and snow. This is...our agreement..."