Qingkong's expression was strange, flickering in and out.
The entire secret room flickered in and out according to his expression, as if rainbow light was flowing.
If martial arts students directly enter the realm of heavenly beings, they will be surprised to find that this secret room is still dark and chaotic, but the blue sky can affect the spiritual and spiritual aura, causing the place to be colorful and dream-like.
Qingkong united his palms and clenched them into fists, often taking in a breath and exhaling it again.
Like this, nine times.
Over and over again.
There seemed to be something on his face, doubt flashed across his face, and then it calmed down again, as if he was hesitant and full of determination.
Finally, he opened his mouth.
He read out a passage of scripture that he had been able to read all his life, even before he had the consciousness of thinking for the first time, but he had never read it out.
Because the time has not come yet.
And now, the time has come.
He felt it.
So he read it.
This is both complex and simple.
The sutra is not long, with a total of 108 characters. The first thirty-six characters have a strange and twisty tone, but are as round and round as a bead plate. The last seventy-two characters have a long and deep tone, as heavy as a mountain.
From the tone, it seems that there is a mixture of heaven and earth intertwined, and the years are like songs.
Thousands of miles away, Sikong on the grassland was suddenly shaken, with a wild evil smile on his lips. He took out the Morin Qin from the accompanying soldiers, played the Qin, and sang loudly.
The song "Bleak" is a story known to everyone on the grassland, about the creation of the world by the Wolf God and the birth of all living beings on the grassland.
But Sikong's singing method is extremely strange.
The words are not in Prairie language, and the intonation is strange. There are 108 words in total.
The first thirty-six words are hurried, like a forest of swords and swords, and a forest of spears. The last seventy-two words are desolate and hoarse, like mountains of corpses and rivers of blood after a great war.
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This sutra was recited by Qing Kong.
There is only one name.
Yuanshi Chapter.
Just to conquer the devil.
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Sikong sings this song.
There is only one name.
Immortal Killing Song.
Just to kill the immortals.
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Thousands of miles apart, the two people had the same tone and rhythm, as if they were speaking in unison.
As the two progressed.
The pupils of both of them seemed to be wandering around, filled with bustling scenes and many images.
In the end, the eyes of the two people stopped at an image.
A woman, wearing a dragon robe, sits high on a golden palace.
Below, hundreds of officials bowed their heads.
And the face of that female emperor was exactly the same as Su Yin.
The Eternal Empress!!!
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"Haha." Sikong was laughing wildly like a child. The morinouqin was pulled faster and faster in his hand, like a stream of fire, and then shattered into debris.
Qingkong's expression was gloomy, and he moved his fingers gently, wondering what he was thinking.
Su Yin discovered that something was wrong with Qingkong recently.
Although he is as taciturn as usual, he lives in his own world.
However, Su Yin didn't know why, but he always felt that Qingkong was different from usual, and seemed to have hidden worries. For some reason, Su Yin felt that the center of this hidden worry was himself.
"Qingkong, what happened?" Su Yin has a character that does whatever he wants. After a meal one day, he patted Qingkong's back shoulder and asked.
"It's okay." Qingkong raised his head with a smile on his face.
The smile is fake.
So Su Yin stopped asking.
There is already an answer.
Su Yin thought of the uneasiness that had happened before and stared into Qingkong's eyes.
Calm as a mirror.
Su Yin laughed softly, patted Qingkong's shoulder, as if shoveling away dust, turned around and walked through the Zhumen.
Qingkong's originally calm eyes were filled with rage.