Chapter 803 The three teachers gather together, part of the authority
After a roar that sounded like madness, confusion, and despair, but it was hard to tell what it was.
The musician's body suddenly shattered and turned into background notes, soaring into the sky without leaving a trace.
Qin Yang turned around and looked up at the sky, his mouth slightly open with a confused look on his face.
This time I was really confused.
Even when he was beaten to death, he never expected that things would develop like this.
I just asked the musician for advice on the Heavenly Demon Score. After all, it is speculated that this trick can produce this kind of evil music score, and there are some runes in it that seem to be unique to the musician. This Heavenly Demon Score is most likely composed by the musician.
Unexpectedly, after reading the Tianmo score, the musician went crazy.
Qin Yang didn't regain his senses for a long time.
"It can't be possible!"
In his mind, the twelve masters, musicians and painters of the ancient human race that he knew were probably the ones with the highest standards.
Especially after seeing that the musician is obviously not an autistic boy, it stands to reason that this kind of guy should have particularly obvious advantages and disadvantages.
Who would have thought...
Qin Yang sighed, forget it, maybe it's different from what he thought.
If the puppet master is suspected to be a real puppet master, one of the other twelve masters here must be a real person pretending to be a copycat.
There is a big gap between the copycat and the real Twelve Divisions.
He looks cheerful and free-spirited, but he actually has a glass heart, which is understandable.
Even if there is no guidance from the musician, he has given him knowledge, so he should be able to figure it out by doing some research on his own.
I roughly scanned the music theory gift package given by the musician, and it does contain a lot of unique runes for musicians, from the most basic to various advanced ones, it is very comprehensive.
As soon as the thought came into his mind, he greeted the killer Qin Yang and asked him to spare some time to study it carefully and share it with him when the time comes.
The killer Qin Yang responded and said he understood.
After Dog Qinyang left, he waved his hand and thousands of virtual screens appeared. On each screen, some of the classics that Dog Qinyang had searched for before appeared.
He is integrating these classics and reorganizing them if they are related to each other.
With a wave of his hand, the musician's gift package appeared in front of him. In the blink of an eye, these memories turned into countless musical instruments, with volumes of books hanging above each instrument.
Killer Qin Yang started to sort it out with an expressionless face, trying to learn systematically. With a high-end music nearby, he had a high-level view, and it was easier to understand the basics of systematic learning again.
Dog Qinyang is still working hard outside, rescuing ancient books that may be lost.
The Blood Lama was going crazy. He slowly made up for the lost memories and deduced the truth about the world. Naturally, he regarded Emperor Ying as his biggest enemy.
He was advancing crazily, and the team under his command was getting bigger and bigger. On the contrary, the resistance team was getting weaker and weaker. They pushed forward all the way, and they were simply overwhelming.
But at this time, masters from various races have already appeared, but among the top experts from the human race, no master whose name has left a mark in history has appeared.
…
In a mountain villa, two famous masters appeared here.
The mute painter sat there quietly. The gentle woman walked out of the painting, poured tea for others with a smile, and stood quietly behind the painter after finishing her work.
Sitting next to him was a child who looked like he was about ten years old. His skin was slightly blue and his neck was covered with thin green scales. Behind him stood a giant with arms above his knees.
This is the sorcerer.
After sitting for a while, the demon master could no longer sit still. He stood up, walked outside the door, searched around, and stopped in front of a bluestone on the ground.
He stretched out a finger and tapped it lightly.
A bit of spiritual light sank into the bluestone. After a moment, the halo enveloped the entire bluestone, slowly turning into a human form. The light dissipated, and a green-haired boy in green clothes appeared.
The boy bowed his head and bowed.
"The little demon thanks you for your enlightenment."
"I have something to ask you, who is the owner of this place? Why did he bring us here?"
"The little demon only knows that the owner of this place is an old man with black eyes, but he doesn't know the rest."
"Well, you can leave on your own."
"The little demon is willing to serve the adults." This little demon has just become enlightened, but he is not stupid. He knows that the golden thighs are right in front of him.
The demon master nodded and didn't take it seriously. The little demon had a clear eye and started busy, collecting dew and picking spiritual fruits.
Not long after, Meng Yi's foot landed in the courtyard, and in the blink of an eye, he entered the house, so fast that even the painter and the magician had difficulty locking their eyes.
The painter and the demon master looked at each other, and the demon master spoke first.
"With the prohibition of being so close to the end of the world, you can integrate it into the escape method, and use it to reach the realm of transformation. In the whole world, there is no one who can surpass this method alone. How do you call it?"
"Daomen, the 188th generation mausoleum guard, Meng Yi." Meng Yi bowed his hands in greeting.
When the painter and the magician heard this self-introduction, and then thought about the rumors that have been spreading recently, all the information they should have is already contained in it.
After several people chatted for a while.
The faint scent of medicine brushed the tips of everyone's noses, followed by a cough.
In the mist that rose up outside the door at some unknown time, a woman dressed in white, with long hair like a waterfall, but with a sickly face and a very delicate temperament, stepped in and bowed her hands.
"I've seen the painter and the magician."
The painter and the magician immediately stood up and returned the salute solemnly.
"Doctor, you're fine."
"Well, it's okay...cough..." Before the doctor could finish his words, he started coughing violently again.
She coughed out a mouthful of blood, her complexion became worse and worse, and the fragile temperament that hit her face was about to turn into reality.
Seeing this scene, the expressions of the painter and the demon master changed slightly and they quickly retreated.
The corners of Meng Yi's mouth also began to twitch slightly, and he retreated together.
The feminine energy in the doctor's body became stronger and stronger, the temperature around her dropped sharply, all the yang energy was pushed away, and her vitality seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.
When the yin reaches its peak, a little yang energy emerges in the center. In the blink of an eye, the yin energy is swept away, and the yang energy explodes like a blazing sun fire.
The woman with long hair like a waterfall, a thin figure, and a weak figure quickly transformed into a handsome man full of masculine energy.
Yang Qi is slowly shrinking, but everyone present can still see that this relatively thin man's Yang Qi is still rising, and his figure is slowly developing towards a muscular man.
, thin soft whiskers began to appear around the lips.
At the moment when yin and yang reversed, everything within several miles around him turned into nothingness. Those things simply could not withstand such an extreme reversal.
The doctor cupped his hands and laughed.
"I'm sorry. You all know that when I was sick, my ability to protect myself was a little weak. I kept suppressing it until I came to see you."
Even though it was not the first time they met, the faces of the painter and the demon master were still a little strange.
According to the doctor himself, this is a disease he/she was born with, and there is no solution at all. At the current state, it will no longer affect life, except for some dangers during transformation.
The doctor waved his hand, and a mansion was formed next to it. After sitting down again, the doctor stretched out his hand and pointed at Meng Yi.
"I guess you already know this Mr. Meng."
"Tell me, why are you looking for us?" the demon master frowned and asked.
"The musician and I have confirmed that the rumors are true. Mr. Meng has also told me in detail, and the musician is relieved that he has disappeared."
"Have you confirmed it? As far as I know, the Dream Master and the Puppet Master should also be there. Have you informed them?"
"The dream master has disappeared, and the puppet master has left in the last reincarnation."
"Leaving? Can we leave here too?" The demon master immediately captured the key point.
"We are real here, but it does not mean that we are real outside. We reincarnate once every ten thousand years and will never end. If we cannot leave, our existence itself is meaningless."
"You guys, I don't know, but I'm sure, I can't leave." The doctor shook his head and said with a smile.
"The reason why I can confirm that the rumor is true is because when I heard Mr. Meng tell it in detail in person, I woke up a little bit. I had never had a memory. When I was sick, I could reflect on myself very well.
I'm sure, I'm not a real doctor, and there's no way I can survive if I leave here.
Just one attack and I would disappear completely.
I speculate that I may just be a real doctor, and I stayed here deliberately, maybe as a back-up, or maybe I just left a little bit of inheritance fire."
The doctor seemed to be talking about someone else's business, and he spoke very freely.
The demon master was silent for a long time, and after a long time he said in a solemn voice.
"You mean, that Meng Gua turned out to be the real puppet master, and he entered here in his true form?
It turns out that he doesn’t really want to talk to us, is it because he doesn’t like us fakes?”
The mentality is a bit subtle.
They think the guy who is the most unsociable, who doesn't bother to care about anything big or small, and who looks like he would love him to death, is actually the most sober person.
Now there is no need to say anything more, and there is no need to confirm. The demon master also knows that he is definitely a fake.
Because he didn't feel anything, and he didn't have the slightest sign of seeing the situation through.
Suddenly, the demon master thought of something. He stretched out his finger, and a little spiritual light appeared on his fingertips. This time, he did not point his finger out to enlighten others, but instead pointed it at himself.
A little spiritual light bloomed between his eyebrows, and the spiritual light spread and enveloped him.
After a while, the spiritual light dissipated, and the demon master slowly opened his eyes and smiled bitterly.
"It's true. I'm also a fake. I've already been enlightened once without my knowing it at all."
The painter on the side shook his head.
He stated that he had confirmed it, but did not mention how he confirmed it.
Seeing that several people had confirmed it, Meng Yi started to speak.
"I have already told you about the cause and effect. No matter what, you will eventually face the evil monk and Emperor Ying.
Therefore, I would like to ask you to help the contemporary preachers of my sect to form a good relationship.
The great era has begun, how you choose depends entirely on you."
They all confirmed that they were not their true selves, but they all noticed that they seemed to have traces of their true selves.
At this time, there is no choice what to do.
Neither the Blood Lama nor Emperor Ying is obviously the kind of guy who can form a good relationship. In contrast, the Taoist sect in their impression is well-known and is the best choice.
In fact, they may have prepared these impressions in advance.
Even if it is a fake, they are not fools. They know how to make judgments and how to make the best choice.
…
More than a year passed in a hurry, and the Blood Lama's army almost never stopped. It was like locusts sweeping past, with more and more numbers and faster speed.
Qin Yang's searching speed can no longer keep up.
He had also paid attention to whether there might be some big boss among those alien races who were the real back-up man.
He gave up later because those people were either converted or died.
On the contrary, on the human side, there are several legendary masters, but all of them have not bubbled up.
It would be strange if Qin Yang didn't think these people were evil.
Just as Qin Yang walked out of a ruins, streams of light fell from the sky.
An autistic guy, a dwarf, and a muscular man appeared in front of him.
"Doctor."
"The Demon Master." The Demon Master introduced himself and pointed at the painter: "This is the painter."
"For a good relationship, I hope you will take us with you when you leave here one day."
The two talked to themselves, and the mute painter continued to be autistic.
After finishing, before Qin Yang could react, the demon master suddenly slapped Qin Yang on the chest.
A green scale appeared on Qin Yang's chest, along with a vast amount of knowledge.
The painter held a stroke in his hand and made a little red mark between Qin Yang's eyebrows.
The doctor, on the other hand, grabbed Qin Yang's wrist and also conveyed a lot of knowledge.
Qin Yang was dizzy, and the waves were rolling in the sea of consciousness.
At this moment, the doctor suddenly spoke.
"Hey, this is... the Dead Heart Curse?"
"kindness."
"I can't resolve it. If you can find some jelly grass, you can take it to resolve it, or you can find a way yourself." The doctor shook his head, indicating that he was helpless.
The three people readily expressed their authority.
After finishing the work, he disappeared directly.
After Qin Yang came back to his senses, he rubbed his dizzy head and fell into deep thought.
How did these three guys find themselves?
The purpose is so clear, straightforward, and the authority is given immediately. This obviously means that he knows a lot.
Are these three guys real people? Are they awakened?
Or is he a dirty Taoist priest?
I wanted to try to pull out the puppet master, but I was afraid of something happening, so I held back.
What if the Puppet Master reappears and new authority emerges? How will he get it?
The puppet master looks so stupid, he probably doesn't even know how to perform initiation.
Everything remains as usual, and three years have passed in a blink of an eye.
Emperor Ying is still struggling.
Qin Yang, who had just recorded a bunch of classics, suddenly noticed something different.
He stood on the ground, looking at the world under his feet, and suddenly felt a feeling in his heart that he was holding something, but he didn't hold anything.
After a long time, he opened his eyes and looked at the whole world again. Everything seemed different.
His choice was right, and he had gained some authority.
It's just that his choice is based on the foundation.
The largest and most reliable.
The Blood Lama and Emperor Ying chose the top, which was the most obvious and most real authority.
However, after Qin Yang took a closer look, he felt that something was not quite right.
He originally thought that after holding part of the authority, he would be sensed by the Blood Lama who had already held part of the whole power, and he would also sense the Blood Lama.
However, at this moment, he could not sense the Blood Lama at all, and it was also certain that the Blood Lama could not sense him.
Bottom-up and top-down seem to be separated.
That's not quite right.
Entering the world of the inner sea, you can see at a glance that in the world with gray blizzard, countless book-shaped light groups are suspended in mid-air.
Killer Qin Yang is still busy.
"I found that things seemed to go too smoothly this time. The most difficult bosses to defeat were actually the easiest.
I feel like someone is pushing me from behind. No, someone must be pushing me. The other person must know a lot.
But I can't feel the other person's malice, and I can be sure that the other person knows me very well and cannot be from this world.
As for outsiders, as far as I know, there are only a few who can overcome my sister-in-law's obstruction and enter here..."
"Have you already guessed it? Why come to me again? It's a waste of time." Killer Qin Yang retorted without looking back.
After saying that, he ignored the dog Qin Yang and continued to do his business.
Dog Qinyang sighed.
"You're right. I guess it's Uncle Meng who behaves this way."
"Don't be too busy now. I just discovered something about authority. It doesn't seem right. Let's discuss it."