"But it's impossible..." Jiagu Haorong said. He stopped and the projection slowly became clear. It was a man standing there.
He has short black hair and is not wearing a formal coat, just a pajamas-like shirt.
The man inside was lowering his head, and that was Xuanyuan Xuantian's face.
Ling Xiaotu slowly walked over, and then realized that this was just a scene, not a living person. There was no murderous aura or chill that she felt when she was close to Xuanyuan Xuantian, or something she couldn't explain, but it just represented that
It's a living person.[
Xuanyuan Xuantian in the image has his head lowered and his face is expressionless, with a strange calmness, like death.
"It's just an image." Ling Xiaotu murmured.
The image became clearer under Wan Qirou's thoughts, and Ling Xiaotu felt that Xuanyuan Xuantian's posture was a bit strange.
She leaned over and observed carefully. Although she didn't know what posture she should be in when she was trapped in the deep black world, she should be standing naturally or curled up. However, Xuanyuan Xuantian's arms were slightly raised, and his hands were folded together, as if in his hands.
Holding something.
His right palm opened, and some light flashed between his palms...
She took a step back suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Jiagu Haorong asked.
"Blue light!" Ling Xiaotu shouted.
Xuanyuan Xuantian stood there. Although he was wearing pajamas, his posture was like a knight standing on the battlefield, preparing for another attack. He stretched his hands forward as if he was praying for this killing.
And the Xuanqing Qi in Xuanyuan Xuantian's hand is the most terrifying blue...
It's the blue power that he can't bear.
"The posture is a bit like a religious painting of a knight." Jiagu Haorong said casually. Ling Xiaotu covered his forehead, really wanting him to shut up. It was bad enough.
"That painting must be about how the world will be destroyed." She felt worried. She remembered too clearly what Xuanyuan Xuantian looked like when he was angry. It was not the anger of a human being, it was an explosion of terminal power!
She thought of his father, looking at Xuanyuan Xuantian's cold face, what kind of crazy hatred made him turn his son into this, and made him become like this.