Chapter 774 Three seasons of a lifetime, nine heavenly locusts
To be honest, Qin Yang still felt a little regretful.
Currently, the only person known to have resolved the Withered Heart Curse used a method that no one knows how to use.
If he really had this kind of power, how could he have been hit by the Withering Heart Curse when he used one finger to pin down the resurrected bird to death?
Overall, it was quite beneficial. It expanded his thinking and allowed him to think of more directions.
There is no way to resolve the Withered Heart Curse, but we can find another way to directly eliminate the necessary conditions for the formation of the Withered Heart Curse and deny it from the root.
Qin Yang had never thought about it before. In the final analysis, he was still not strong enough. All the methods he could think of were based on the idea that he might be able to do it.
After all, even if just killing his own Dong does not change the general trend of the entire world, then he must at least stand in a position where he has the ability and qualifications to shake and change part of the general trend of the world.
"It's so scary."
Qin Yang shook his head and prepared to leave.
But when he arrived at the place where he came in, and when he was about to go in, Qin Yang stopped.
It wasn't that he wanted to hear it, but his instinct forced him to stop.
Qin Yang looked a little weird, and he looked a little stupid.
When he came in, he was under the Withering Heart Curse. Of course, it didn't matter. No matter how angry Qin Kun was, he was still playing the piano to an ox.
But it was different when he went out. He was now in a completely recovered state. Perhaps because he had been hit by the Withering Heart Curse before, his inner world was now more sensitive and active.
In this case, jump into Qin Kun's anger.
How will you die?
Did the effect of the Withering Heart Curse appear automatically, and then continue to be immune to Qin Kun's wrath?
Or will Qin Kun's anger burn him to death first?
After pondering for a long time, Qin Yang stretched out a hand to reach the exit, retracted his hand, his eyes began to turn red, and the anger in his heart burst out uncontrollably.
Anger began to interfere with his reason, causing the impulse in his heart to accumulate like a volcano about to erupt, waiting for the moment when it completely explodes.
Qin Yang muttered silently and became furious.
In an instant, like a basin of cold water being poured down, his thoughts were suddenly cleared, and the anger in his heart was slowly extinguished like a sourceless fire.
This time, he stretched out a hand again and touched Qin Kun's anger. Although his consciousness remained calm, after reflecting on himself, he found that in his inner world, a ball of flame fell from the sky like a waterfall.
The flame began to burn everything it came into contact with, seducing the silent volcano in the inner world and beginning to erupt.
Qin Yang retracted his hand.
When the flames died down, the fury dissipated.
Come on, it’s useless.
Qin Kun's anger has lost its origin, and may indeed be much less powerful than it was at its peak. His secret method of violent rage is indeed an excellent secret method for abandoning emotions and forcibly calming down.
But calmness of consciousness cannot stop the burning of anger.
The anger is still there, but it is just blocked by consciousness. If you think about it this way, it is quite consistent with the characteristics and side effects of rage.
But thinking about it again, it was just a test with one hand, which might not be very rigorous.
After thinking about it, Qin Yang jumped directly into the flames.
From the moment his whole body entered the flames, the effect of the Withering Heart Curse began to appear automatically, and the vivid inner world began to wither quickly.
However, anger was also poured into it and burned wildly. The anger that surged out of his heart delayed the time for the Withered Heart Curse to take effect.
After a breath, Qin Yang jumped out of the sea of fire and waited for the flames to extinguish.
After the flames extinguished, the erupting volcano in the inner world began to subside, but the damage caused still existed.
The recovery speed of those injuries, even in this world with only spring, summer and autumn, is much slower than the speed of burning.
Qin Yang squatted in front of the exit, with a melancholy look on his face.
This is a pit.
Qin Kun... No, this guy Qin Baldou has calculated correctly that those who can get in will not be able to get out.
Qin Yang glanced at the puppet master.
If the puppet master had also been hit by the Withering Heart Curse, he should have recovered by this point. However, seeing as he still looked stupid, he probably wasn't hit by the Withering Heart Curse.
Then why could he ignore Qin Baldou's anger?
"Mo Yang, take me in for a while and come back after a breath."
"Ah? Oh." The puppet master was obedient and opened the belly, revealing the dark space inside, and took Qin Yang inside.
After entering the sea of fire, he took a breath and came out again. Qin Yang turned around and walked back without even looking at the sea of fire.
This kind of anger cannot be prevented by defense at all. Unless it is a professional counterpart and strong enough, it is possible to prevent it.
"Qin Yang, didn't you say you were leaving? Why did you turn back again?"
Seeing the excitement, Heiying didn't take it too seriously, laughing and mocking.
Qin Yang ignored the black shadow's ridicule and changed the topic.
"I think you may be right. It may not be unreasonable for Bald Qin to be so hated."
The existence of this place is obviously a good thing for those who are under the Withering Heart Curse, but in the hands of Qin Baldou, it has become a dead end that can only be entered but cannot be exited.
Qin Yang doesn't want to be trapped here and die, with three seasons of life that will never end.
There is no such thing as lingering on.
Thinking about the marshmallows, Qin Yang couldn't help but sigh to himself, life is indeed alive, but there is no hope at all.
In such a continuous cycle of three seasons, everything in the past has been erased.
I no longer recognize the words, I have forgotten my practice, my past memories are gone, and finally I even forget my own name.
So is she still her?
What is the difference between being alive like this and already dead?
From here, Qin Yang speculated that Qin Baldou might be a supporter of the ancient school of consciousness.
He took out the flying boat and flew high in the sky, obscuring the existence of the flying boat, and headed all the way to the place where the clone had been.
The clone once tracked another Three Seasons person there, chased him to a cave, and lost him.
Complaints are complaints, Qin Yang also understands that no matter how weak the clone is, it will not be able to chase a mortal and lose it.
That is the most unusual place that we know of so far.
Passing by where Marshmallow was, Qin Yang glanced down. Outside the cave, there was already a little baby in green clothes, about two or three years old, sitting on the ground.
There was a bamboo stick stuck in front of her, with a half-sized marshmallow on it. The little kid carefully licked it, grinning and giggling.
"Do you want to go down?" Black Shadow asked.
"No more. For me, it is only three seasons, but for her, it is a lifetime. Every time she is reborn, she will not remember me, but I will remember her and watch her die. As time goes by,
, if she had feelings, I would not be able to help but interrupt her three seasons of life, but now, it is her own choice, and I have no right to interrupt."
Qin Yang muttered a few words as if talking to himself, accelerated the speed of the flying boat, and flew over the sky.
Marshmallow below raised her head and stared at the sky with her big watery eyes, but she saw nothing.
He flew all the way and arrived at the place where his clone had been.
Before the invisible flying boat landed, Qin Yang saw, in the mountain forest ten miles away, a young man dressed in green, alertly climbed up to the tree crown, and peeped warily at the surroundings through the gaps in the tree crown.
Even though he didn't see anything, he seemed to have discovered something. After jumping off the tree, he lowered his body and ran wildly into the distance.
Although he obviously had little power, his running speed was faster than the flying speed of an ordinary foundation-building monk with his sword.
Not long after, the boy disappeared completely.
Qin Yang did not chase the young man and let the flying boat land at the entrance of the cave. He got off the flying boat and stepped into it.
The moment he entered, Qin Yang noticed a different aura.
A unique induction, like a bright light in the darkness, lights up under his induction.
Qin Yang followed the induction and walked towards the depths of the cave. The directions of the caves extending in all directions were extremely chaotic, and the direction of gravity was also constantly changing. It seemed that there was no formation at all, but it turned into a natural maze formation.
After walking in for a while, Qin Yang's perception was no longer confused. He couldn't find the north at all. He could only follow the bright light in his perception and move forward.
I don’t know how long it took, but I finally reached the end of the road.
Ahead is a small space, which is quite empty. There is a stone platform in the middle, with several palm-sized pieces of bright green clothes placed on it.
The bright lights in Qin Yang's mind are these clothes.
As Qin Yang stepped into it, a human figure slowly protruded from the stone wall in front of him, turned into a clay figure, and walked out.
As soon as the clay figurine took the first step, its head turned into a bright bald head.
After seven steps, the clay figure turned into a strong man with a scar on his face that penetrated his entire cheek. His head was so bright that it could kill a fly. He was dressed in coarse linen clothes and looked quite honest.
After seeing this strong man, the one who had the biggest reaction was Black Shadow.
His legs gave way and he fell to the ground. His face was as pale as a dead person, and his pupils seemed to be dilated. He wanted to turn around and run away, but his body seemed to have seen a terrible natural enemy. He lost all his bones on the spot and froze there.
"Qin...Qin...Qin..."
The black shadow trembled for a long time, but could not say a complete sentence.
Qin Yang didn't even look at the black shadow, his expression straightened instantly, he straightened his clothes, bowed his hands and bowed.
"Junior Qin Yang, I would like to pay my respects to Senior Qin!"
The strong man had a simple and honest face. After smiling, he stretched out a pair of rough hands and raised them slightly. Qin Yang's body straightened up involuntarily.
"No need to be polite, which lineage of the Qin family are your ancestors from?"
"Senior, please forgive me. I don't know this either. The family tree has long been lost. However, the people with the surname Qin in the world belong to the same family, not the same family. They were also the same family five hundred years ago. How can we make it so clear?"
"That's right." Qin Kun nodded with approval, and then pointed to the black shadow on the ground.
In an instant, the black shadow was so frightened that he fainted on the spot.
"Uh, did you raise this little demon? What's going on?"
"He admires the senior. Suddenly he saw the senior in person. He was so excited that he held his breath. It's okay. Senior doesn't need to worry about him."
Qin Yang blinked, not having the heart to tell the truth.
Heiying usually brags loudly, but he didn't expect that after seeing Qin Kun, he fainted on the spot.
However, Mr. Qin doesn't remember him at all. If Heiying knew about it, he would be angry to death if not scared to death.
Qin Kun shook his head and glanced at the black shadow on the ground.
"What is left here is only a trace of my spiritual consciousness. I don't know where I am.
From the look of him, he seems to be the reincarnation of an old friend from ancient times, but since my original self didn’t kill him, I won’t do it for him.”
Qin Yang suddenly understood. No wonder the difference between his feeling and his imagination was so big. It turned out to be just a ray of consciousness.
But Qin Yang didn't dare to say that he didn't kill him. In fact, you not only hacked him to death, but also cut him into pieces and suppressed him in the eyes of the world. This is much worse than killing him directly.
"Since you are able to come here, you are also under the Withering Heart Curse, right?"
"Senior has a sharp eye."
"Have you ever found a solution?"
"We have a direction. How to implement it specifically? I haven't succeeded yet. When I came here, I heard that my senior had solved the Withering Heart Curse, so I came here to ask for advice."
"Tell me first." Qin Kun seemed to be interested.
Qin Yang explained his ideas in detail.
After Qin Kun heard this, he looked a little dazed.
"The Divine Dynasty..."
"senior?"
"Oh, it's okay, I just thought of something from the past." Qin Kun shook his head and returned to the topic.
"The method you just mentioned is the most feasible and least risky, the second method. With your current state and the magical power you possess, it should take thousands of years to recover and resolve it.
As long as you don't seek death within these ten thousand years, it's best to close the barrier of death for ten thousand years."
"Juniors don't have that much time."
"Then let's take the third one. Although Li Daitao's method is somewhat risky, I see that you have a very strong foundation, innate Qi, and a solid Tao foundation that is rare in the world. This method should also be possible. It will cost as much as
The time is also the shortest."
"Where's the first one?" Qin Yang was a little curious.
To be honest, he himself feels that hugging his thighs and eating soft food may be the one with the highest success rate and the easiest to achieve at present.
Sometimes I think about it, it’s actually quite exciting.
As the saying goes, if a female is a junior, she holds a gold brick, or a female is a thousand, she becomes a god, they are all monks. When they become stronger in the future, they will live tens of thousands of years. There is actually no difference if they are older or younger.
But in this case, Qin Yang would definitely not do this unless there was nothing he could do.
Originally, the relationship with the wedding dress was quite harmonious, and Qin Yang also felt quite comfortable.
But if you really want to resolve the Withered Heart Curse, you should go to the wedding dress and say, Oh, wedding dress, let me marry you.
Isn't this just like a rich woman? She is also the richest woman in the world.
I, Qin Youde, am also a shameless person.
Of course, these are not important. What is important is, isn't that just cheating for marriage? Bah, you scumbag.
Well, none of the above is important. Qin Yang is just curious as to why Qin Kun didn't mention the first option.
"I advise you, it's best not to get involved with the Shen Dynasty." Qin Kun seemed to be very prejudiced against the Shen Dynasty. When he said this, he couldn't help but feel murderous.
Qin Yang trembled and wanted to ask why, but didn't dare.
Qin Kun restrained his murderous intent and turned into the honest and strong man again. He pointed at his feet.
"Your method is indeed feasible for you personally. Since you can get here, you must also know how I resolved the Dead Heart Curse."
"I know, I'll kill myself in the winter."
"If you want to learn it, I can give you the winter-killing method."
"Ah, is it okay?" Qin Yang was greatly surprised. Regardless of whether the strength came out, it would definitely not be a loss if he learned it first.
After thinking about it for a while, Qin Yang laughed dryly.
"Senior Qin, I have several masters, do you mind?"
"I'm just teaching you a small method. You don't need to be a disciple."
"That is also a master of one method."
Qin Kun laughed, suddenly made a knife with his hand, and struck Qin Yang in the face with the knife.
In a daze, Qin Yang seemed to see a black iron hatchet, penetrating through the years and space, occupying his entire consciousness, and slashing towards him.
He stood there blankly, and found that he could not avoid it and could not stop it. He could not think of any way to resist it.
Before he could think of anything, the knife had already struck down.
Qin Yang's consciousness blurred for a while, and all he could think of was that knife, as if his body, soul, consciousness, memory, everything had been struck solidly by the knife.
After a long while, Qin Yang opened his eyes again, his face was as pale as paper, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Lifting his heavy eyelids, Qin Yang felt that his entire body, including his soul and consciousness, was feeling a tearing pain.
But this kind of tearing happened to be stuck at a critical point about to collapse, and it just wouldn't let him collapse.
With his body and bones, he only needs a little training to recover.
"Master Qin, the method you teach is so unique." Qin Yang grinned in pain, and his tone of voice changed a bit.
"I don't know how to teach people, nor do I know how to enlighten people. Moreover, if I get stabbed first and experience it myself, I will remember it more clearly and the essence will not be forgotten."
Qin Yang was so hurt that he couldn't speak. He thought to himself that you are so ridiculous. No wonder he didn't listen to the black shadow and said that this big boss has an apprentice.
It was just a "little Dharma", but it almost killed him with a knife. How could anyone survive such a serious teaching?
But speaking of this method of teaching, it is indeed very effective.
Qin Yang's body, soul, consciousness, everything, remembered that knife clearly, and all the details were imprinted in his bones, soul and memory.
Even if the memory is cut off, it will be difficult to completely forget it.
Qin Kun struck out with his knife, seemingly in a good mood, and pointed at several sets of green clothes on the stone platform.
"The method of killing winter is something I figured out myself. When I killed winter, I didn't control my strength well, so the winter here was also killed by me.
So, I conveniently figured out another way to resolve the Withering Heart Curse, which is here.
The Withered Heart Curse is so vicious that it does not need to be resolved. You just need to wait for the endless years to pass and spring to revive, and the Withered Heart Curse will naturally be resolved.
Therefore, I have prepared these clothes. If I put them on, I can live in this place for three seasons, and the rotation will speed up. I don’t need to live through endless years, and I may wait until the day when spring comes and revives."
Qin Kun stroked those green clothes and sighed with regret.
"It's a pity that there were only nine Nine Heavenly God Locusts raised by the gods back then. I killed them all and only managed to make up nine sets. If there were more, the geniuses of my human race who were plotted by others might not have fallen so many.
Already."
"..." Qin Yang stood frozen on the spot, still trying to recover, and no longer knew what to say.
The boss is showing off, he just needs to shout 666.
After a while, Qin Yang felt that he was almost recovered and moved his legs and feet.
"Master Qin, I don't want to stay here. I also want to go out and try."
"Well, you go and try. If it doesn't work, come back." Qin Kun was very easy to talk to and didn't mean to stop him at all.
"Then, how can we leave here?"
"Come on, use what you just learned and chop me. Once you have hurt my consciousness, you can leave. Otherwise, you should stay here honestly and save your life by going out."
, if he died at the hands of my defeated general back then, it would be a loss of face for me."
"Don't dare to take action against Master Qin." Qin Yang took a step back, shaking his head like a rattle.
"The only way to get out of here is to hurt me. Otherwise, go and break into the anger left by me." Qin Kun stood there with his hands behind his back, waiting for Qin Yang to draw his sword.
"Master Qin, are you serious?"
"try best."
"Okay!" Qin Yang looked serious, and of course he would do his best for respect.
His aura began to rise, the five-level overlord removed his armor, and then summoned the plastic black sword. The black shadow's left hand activated the twelve magic swords.
In an instant, the breath soared straight up.
Qin Kun's pupils suddenly shrank when he saw the plastic black sword.
All he left behind here was just a ray of consciousness, not even a clone. If he was struck by a sword, he might be gone.
"Okay, you can go."
"Um?"
ps: Happy birthday to the leader of this book, Sofia Ruobing.
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