The sudden realization made Xiaoyao forget his original intention of coming here.
He closed his eyes and walked slowly in the cabinet with his feet. His body kept passing through extremely precious books, but he could not touch them.
"Heart"
There is no wave in my heart at all.
Xiaoyao felt that everything in the outside world seemed to be changing vaguely. He did not open his eyes, but a huge white space seemed to appear in front of him. In this space, it was extremely empty, and all the classics he had seen before were all there.
Emerging among them. However, at this moment they are not as dead and silent as before, but exude a vast aura that makes Xiaoyao even tremble with fear.
There is a fire burning and a raging rage.
There is water surging, like the waves of the ocean, sweeping over the heaven and earth.
There is a sword dancing, the wind blows and the clouds sway, stinging the skin.
…
In the sky, winds and clouds surged, and large areas of violent fluctuations carried the unique rhythms of various classics as if they were intertwined and danced, and they seemed to be roaring among each other endlessly.
But when Xiaoyao was in it, he only felt his own insignificance.
It was like facing the insignificance of the power of heaven and earth, and it was like seeing the vast universe rolling in front of my eyes, and being alone like a sailboat swaying in this vast sky.
"No!"
Inexplicably, Xiaoyao roared in his heart.
The fragmented fragments of past events formed one after another and formed a movie screen that flashed rapidly in my mind. The pain of the past, the tears of the past, the joy of the past, the anger of the past...
"So what if it's heaven and earth?"
"I am free and happy. If I am not, then how can I enjoy life and fear death?"
His eyes glared at the world.
This is the reluctance of mortals. Facing the emperor, daring to draw his sword is the wrath of a common man!
Boom boom boom!!
A deafening roar resounded crazily from the sky, and four pillars towering between heaven and earth appeared in the sky above the boundless sky. Thousands of runes danced on the pillars, lighting up the entire sky.
Carefree and fearless, he took a step forward, letting the wind, fire, rain, and lightning rage in front of him, and stared directly at the sky.
This moment.
The long-lasting arrogance ignited in Xiaoyao's heart and shot up to the sky in an instant.
This feeling.
I don't know how long it had been since it had appeared in his heart. Xiaoyao thought that he had already forgotten this feeling as those years passed. But at this moment, under the stimulation of the four vast towering pillars, it finally felt like a thousand feet.
It erupted instantly like a volcano, and even got out of hand.
"Ding! Player Xiaoyao's soul fluctuation is abnormal! Please pay attention! Please pay attention!"
The sound of the system rang rapidly. He ignored it and strode forward with both feet. In the blink of an eye, his whole body rushed into the thousands of roars. Fire burned on him and water surged on him.
The electric light crackled like a stream of light.
"My fate is up to me!"
"Come on! Come on!"
"Ha ha!!"
Xiaoyao, who was trapped in some kind of madness, did not feel the tremors in his body caused by the raging wind, rain, thunder and lightning, roaring, roaring, and glaring at the sky and the earth.
In the cabinet.
With the various fluctuations in the illusory world, Xiaoyao's standing body was also roaring crazily, and the roars echoed throughout the cabinet.
In Hanxiang Courtyard.
A figure in a green robe suddenly stopped and looked at the top of Hanxiang Tower as if he couldn't believe it. Then, an almost inaudible murmur sounded from the corner of his mouth: "He... actually came into contact with those four great books?!
"
…
The breath of ancient times is violent and restless.
Faced with Xiaoyao's roar, which may be said to be a provocation, thousands of runes on the four majestic pillars towering over the sky began to flash violently, and each flash would make the space tremble.
"bring it on!"
"Come on!" |
Xiaoyao was still roaring, and thousands of runes shot out from the four pillars.
The fire died.
The water stopped.
The electricity went out.
The wind stopped.
The moment thousands of runes with a prehistoric aura arrived, no matter which book it was on, the fluctuations quickly disappeared without a trace.
"Ding! Congratulations to player Xiaoyao for triggering the mission of the Four Wonderful Books of the Cabinet's Hidden Classics! The trial of the Four Great Books is opened. Within a quarter of an hour, if the player Xiaoyao fails to resist, the mission will end and the player will be forcibly teleported out of the Hanxiangyuan Cabinet! If the player resists
If successful, player Xiaoyao successfully triggers the mysterious mission 'Legends of the Four Wonderful Books'!"
"Ding! Player Xiaoyao is extremely mentally unstable! Warning, warning!"
Along with the roar, the sound of the system has already been ignored by Xiaoyao in his madness. He glared at the sky and looked up at the endless mysterious runes running through it. There was no fear or timidity on his face, but only determination and madness to move forward.
Just like back then, even if millions of people in the world pointed their fingers at him, he would still draw his sword and act.
Runes are like light.
When they got closer, they discovered that these runes were formed by drops of water glowing with various colors. Deep in the water drops, there seemed to be fire, water, swords, grass, and people...
Every drop of water is different, as if millions of creatures in the world are included in it.
"bring it on!"
"bring it on!"
Carefree did not retreat but advanced forward, shouting angrily, stretching his hands widely, and grabbing forward by instinct.
Bang bang bang!
When the arm passed by, all the water droplets burst, but they emitted endless brilliance in an instant. These radiances burst wildly towards Xiaoyao's position, rushing directly into the depths of his soul, roaring and boiling wantonly.
With.
Boom!
Boom!
Xiaoyao felt as if he had been hit by a huge earthquake. Blood spurted out from his nose, eyes, mouth, and ears, making him look like a bloody man.
"Sink!"
"Fall in!!"
"As long as you fall asleep, everything will end and good things will come..."
In the blood, Xiaoyao's eyes were dull, and the bewitching voice sounded in the depths of his soul. He stopped roaring in his mouth, moved his hands and dropped them, and stood still on his feet, as stunned as a dead tree.
"Ding! The player Xiaoyao triggers the test of the Four Wonderful Books. If the test succeeds, you will get one of the Four Wonderful Books. If the test fails, the player Xiaoyao's soul will be destroyed. The task cannot be revoked!"
An extremely strange system sound sounded, and the words in it were blood red. If Xiaoyao was awake at this moment, he would be extremely frightened and angry. However, at this moment, his consciousness was fighting against the endless impact in his soul. This was about him.
The battle of life is a battle without blood, a battle without blood, but it is more dangerous and more terrifying.
In the sea of knowledge.
Xiaoyao's weak spirit was completely suppressed in a corner, and there were crazy and terrifying auras everywhere. These auras made him instinctively feel the smell of death. In the face of the great terror, Xiaoyao, who had lost his mind, instinctively turned his spirit away.
The power is constantly compressed, compressed, and compressed again.
only.
He still looked extremely weak.
In the face of this horror, I was wasting away little by little, unwilling to give up.
"No……"
"No, no matter what it is, it can't decide my life or death. He can't, she can't, and you can't either!! My life is mine, my free life, no one can take it away! Unless I give up! Otherwise, no one can
cannot!"
The murmur gradually rose to a crescendo, and finally turned into a roar like a vast ocean.
Roaring.
Xiaoyao's shrunken soul began to shrink violently, as if with his unyielding will, the whole soul exuded faintly visible red lights. The red lights were like blood and fire, filled with a sky-high fighting spirit.
