Chen Qiye had seen the content of the Sangluan post before, but he didn't expect that what he saw was not the real Sangluan post.
But he remembers clearly how terrifying the power of the Sangluan Tie was when it appeared that night, but it turned out that it is not the real Sangluan Tie now?
Looking inside, the Sangluan Patch in his body was like a golden rune, slowly flowing through Chen Qiye's body.
As he circulated his true energy, these golden calligraphy characters appeared more and more exaggerated. Almost instantly, Chen Qiye felt a terrifying crisis. These golden calligraphy characters seemed to be peeled off from the flesh and blood of his meridians.
This feeling was like the flesh and blood on the body was about to be peeled off. Even someone as powerful as an Immortal Emperor like Chen Qiye still felt very painful at this moment.
"No, they must be put back!" Chen Qiye thought to himself.
These large golden calligraphy characters are indeed too terrifying. They are so powerful even before they are peeled off. Once they are peeled off, they will surge back and forth in your body. Even with your current physique, I am afraid that they will be scarred and even hurt your soul.
For ordinary people, the physical body is the basis of survival, but for beings like Chen Qiye, sometimes it is not terrible to lose the physical body. It is nothing more than finding another physical container to place one's soul.
As long as the soul is immortal and the body dies ten thousand times, there is no need to worry too much.
The body can be replaced, but the soul cannot. Once the soul is injured, if you want to repair it, given Chen Qiye's current situation, it will also cost some money and time.
Chen Qiye's thoughts were running around, how to control this "Mourning Poster". The authentic work of the calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi belonged to the saint of the earth. Chen Qiye really didn't know how to control it.
But no matter what, he must not just watch these golden calligraphy characters causing trouble in his body. Otherwise, Chen Qiye didn't know the power of this chaos post, but his soul would be severely damaged.
"Fengtian Mind Technique!"
Chen Qiye groaned slightly, and his inner magic was running. In an instant, a sea of fire seemed to appear in his body, wrapping all the internal organs, flesh and blood and essence inside his body, as if it was going to be burned.
Naturally, it also includes the large golden calligraphy characters of Sang Luan Tie.
"Buzz buzz... boom boom boom!"
As if feeling the suppression, the large golden calligraphy characters trembled one after another, as if they were trying to suppress the wave of fire.
Chen Qiye looked gloomy. Do you still want to be arrogant in front of my skills?
Chen Qiye's hands changed and formed an ancient handprint. He slapped his chest and shouted: "Suppress it!"
Suddenly, a tattoo-like handprint appeared on his chest, vibrating back and forth on Chen Qiye's chest. As the handprint trembled back and forth, the restless golden calligraphy characters in his body seemed to be affected and were slowly suppressed.
"Huh? Useful?" Chen Qiye frowned slightly and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I want to see what's weird about you."
To be honest, Chen Qiye is really interested in these golden calligraphy characters. After all, he has lived for hundreds of years. As an Immortal Emperor, what magical techniques, rare beasts, heavenly spirits and earthly treasures have he not seen before?
But there are so many weird things about this mourning post.
Just when Chen Qiye was about to continue the suppression, suddenly, those golden calligraphy characters were instantly annihilated, turned into gold powder, and then condensed into a human figure.
The figure slowly became clear, and all I could see was a white man with fluttering clothes, hair tied in a hairpin, and black silk hair rising from the wind. He held a huge brush in his hand and stood quietly with his hands behind his back. He looked so graceful, like he was in the sky.
Exiled immortal.
The man had his eyes closed all the time. When the figure condensed and formed, the man suddenly opened his eyes. For a moment, two rays of light seemed to shoot out from his eyes. This ray of light was far and near, as if he had traveled through many time and space.
It appears with some vicissitudes of life and changes in things and people.
The man's hand holding the pen slowly raised and began to write in the void.
At this time, he seemed to have come to life, with high spirits and bright eyes.
The content of the writing was naturally a mourning post. Chen Qiye looked at it and was slightly shocked. This, is this the calligrapher Wang Xizhi?!
Chen Qiye was like an outsider. Looking at this scene, he was speechless for a long time.
After finishing writing, Wang Xizhi looked at Chen Qiye, or to be precise, at Chen Qiye's consciousness, and then spoke!
"Young man, how brave are you to steal my authentic work?!"
When Wang Xizhi spoke, his voice was like thunder, which caused Chen Qiye's consciousness to sway like a dead branch in the wind, as if it would be completely destroyed in the next moment.
Chen Qiye held his ground forcibly. He was worthy of being a book sage. This remnant soul alone, or to be precise, a spirit spirit, had such power.
"I'm just taking it for use, why should I steal it?" Chen Qiye said calmly.
Even when faced with this powerful remnant soul of the Book Saint, Chen Qiye remained calm. Even if his consciousness was shattered, it didn't matter to him.
Wang Xizhi frowned slightly, as if thinking, and said, "Oh? What about you?"
"I'm just interested, just take a look." Chen Qiye's tone was still very calm.
"Take a look?" Wang Xizhi looked at Chen Qiye, as if thinking whether the other party was lying, "Okay, what do you think?"
Chen Qiye shook his head and said: "Not so."
He didn't lie, indeed he didn't understand it very well. Of course he knew the words, but Chen Qiye didn't know the content and the true meaning.
Especially compared to the previous Sangluan posts, there is such a huge difference between them!
"Ha...young man, are you looking down on me?" Wang Xizhi said lightly.
Chen Qiye shook his head and said: "No, I'm just wondering, what were you thinking about when you wrote this?"
"What are you thinking about?" Wang Xizhi frowned slightly, and the next moment, his eyes were sharp, "I'm thinking about thousands of troops, life and death, the ever-changing situation, and the vicissitudes of the sea!"
Wang Xizhi's eyes became extremely sharp again!
Two rays of light seemed to pierce Chen Qiye's consciousness.
The calligrapher looked at it and was horrified.
However, as an Immortal Emperor, Chen Qiye would naturally not be timid.
Just like this, above Chen Qiye's sea of consciousness, two figures faced each other, as if they were fighting in secret, it was a bloodless war.
After a long time, Wang Xizhi nodded to Chen Qiye and said: "I can't see through you, but you are suitable for practicing my mourning and chaos post."
Chen Qiye smiled and said: "Inherit your mantle?"
Wang Xizhi said calmly: "Yes, are you willing?"
Chen Qiye shook his head and said: "I don't want to."
"Why?"
"I have my own inheritance, why should I inherit yours?"
“Choose the best.”
"Excellent?" Chen Qiye smiled, "Really? I don't think so."
After the words fell, Chen Qiye's consciousness seemed to spontaneously ignite, and red flames appeared all over his body, burning him.
When Wang Xizhi saw this, his eyes flashed with surprise, and then he was relieved and said: "That's it."
After speaking, Wang Xizhi nodded and continued: "Then it's okay to give this inheritance to you. I hope you won't insult it."
After saying that, Wang Xizhi's remaining soul slowly dissipated.
And the flesh, blood, muscles and bones in Chen Qiye’s body underwent astonishing changes! (To be continued)