Four hundred and thirtieth chapters on the apple tree hundred dragons (4)
Legend has it that at the western end of the world, where the sun chariot fell, there is a sacred garden full of exotic flowers and plants. The goddess Hesperides and sisters live here, guarding the myths and legends together with the hundred-headed dragon Ladon.
The precious golden apple tree.
A hundred-headed dragon on an apple tree is a famous image in ancient Greek mythology, and it is also the unique symbol of the secret criminal organization "Hesperides" to which Mr. Qi belongs.
A strange phenomenon suddenly occurred on the back of Sun Suhe's left hand. Although there was no other effect except for the bright golden light, he couldn't help but suddenly trembled in his heart. He secretly thought that Mr. Qi's methods must be at work again. If he ignored it, there would be a big disaster.
Unexpectedly, he couldn't suppress it even with his heavy blows. "Granger attached to the bone!" Sun Suhe cursed secretly, and wanted to cut off the entire left arm on the spot to completely eliminate this trouble, and then fight for life or death.
But as soon as he had the idea, the heaven and earth suddenly shook. Originally, the whole chessboard world was divided into two parts: black and white, round and square, and black and white. It secretly combined with mysterious principles. It was independent and unchanging, and it traveled without peril. It seemed that it could last forever until the end of the world. However,
At this moment, I don’t know why, the sky cracked! The dome that just now was still gently emitting jade-like clear light
At this moment, the light and darkness changed dramatically, flickering endlessly, like an egg about to break, cracking deep black marks one after another. The chessboard-shaped ground trembled violently and cracked, with ravines and crisscrossing, completely unrecognizable, and there were faint black and white chess pieces.
The shadows, like bubbles in boiling water, wax and wane on the chessboard floor and dance violently.
Sun Suhe couldn't help but be shocked by the earth-shaking changes that occurred in the chessboard world in an instant. What made him break out in a cold sweat was that the poetic talents that he and Brother Mao had finally worked together to balance were extremely sensitive to this.
The great change was like wind and fire, and like the moon causing tides. It was unclear whether it was resonance or rejection. I only know that the power of poetic talent was suddenly stimulated to fluctuate sharply. Sun Suhe's sword moves that risked everything and relied on everything were suddenly on the verge of losing control, and the situation worsened.
No more can be added.
His body and mind were almost ready to turn into powder at any time in the great changes of internal and external suffering. Sun Suhe no longer had the intention to care about the golden vision on his left hand, and could only deal with the poetic talent like a wild horse running wild.
"Brother Mao!" Sun Suhe's consciousness shouted heartbreakingly in the mental space.
"I don't even know what's going on!" Brother Mao yelled anxiously and angrily.
He shouted: "Don't think, don't worry, there's no movement, no stillness!" Then he chanted: "If you hold one of your souls in your arms, you will be able to be without separation. If you focus on the Qi and make it soft, it will be like a baby. If you cleanse away the evil thoughts, you will be flawless."
Huh..."
This is a text from the Tao Te Ching, the supreme Taoist classic passed down by the legendary Taishang Laojun. It means: Can the spirit and the body be one and not be separated? Gather the essence to become soft and docile, and be as desireless as a baby.
Are you seeking nothing? If you eliminate distracting thoughts and observe your soul deeply, can you be free from flaws...
Fortunately, Sun Suhe had read through the "Tao Te Ching" when he was in school, and even wrote a short essay on it. Although there was no understanding at all at that time, it was just to cope with the work and earn credits, but in the past, he had no problem with the words and sentences.
The hard work he put in made him understand the deep meaning of Brother Mao's words effortlessly. At this critical moment of life and death, he suddenly heard Brother Mao chanting
Moral mantra, Sun Su He was like a slap in the face, and suddenly he had an unprecedented profound understanding. This was the only way to save himself from the current crisis. How could he dare to neglect, he immediately seized the flash of inspiration, tried his best to gather his mind, and followed
The secret is that he and Brother Mao work closely together to save the fragile balance that is on the verge of collapse.
In the chessboard space that was constantly collapsing, Sun Suhe was still surrounded by snowflakes and a misty black sky. However, he was about to take action, but at this moment he became too busy to take care of himself.
However, during this slow time, Mr. Qi shouted: "Wait a minute, do it!"
The moment the "Hesperides" symbol appeared on the back of Sun Suhe's hand, Mr. Qi immediately felt something. At this critical moment when the battle between the two sides was tense, he was actually stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously put away the magic formula.
, tearing open the clothes on his chest with both hands, revealing the dense cloth
A chest full of tattoos. Every tattoo, every brush stroke, seems to have its own life, slowly squirming, and there are many strange phenomena. And in the center of the chest is a brilliant golden pattern, with hundreds of giant heads on an apple tree.
The dragon is the same as the one that appears on the back of Sun Suhe's hand.
As expected, Sun Suhe did not take action with a sword, because at this moment he was too tired to deal with the sudden crisis and great changes, and could not control the Chongxiao Sword Qi stimulated by his poetic talent.
Mr. Qi didn't know Sun Suhe's condition at the moment. In his opinion, from the moment the snow fell on the ink, Sun Suhe's sword spirit has been rising steadily, and the power of the sword spirit brewing in the snow seems to be rising endlessly.
, and I don’t know what weird method the other party used. The moment it broke through a certain critical point, even the entire chessboard world was shaken and began to collapse instantly.
Bastard, when that person gave me this thing, didn't he boast that once trapped in this chessboard world, if you don't know the secrets, it will be impossible to escape from a natural disaster? Although this kid's sword energy is strong, it is worse than a natural disaster.
It's far worse, how can it turn things upside down? That's okay, the key is...
Mr. Qi frowned deeply. There were hundreds of giant dragons on the apple tree. This was the unique identity symbol of the members of the "Hesperides". During the ceremony to join the organization, Mr. Ao personally placed a hand on the new member.
The imprinted pattern is unique to this company, and there is no possibility of imitation. It is usually hidden without a trace, but when necessary, it can have various wonderful functions. One of the functions is that once members are in the same room, they have sex.
When Ge reveals his murderous intent, the patterns on his body will appear like this. Although the fight will not be forcibly stopped, it is nothing more than a stern warning from Mr. Ao. If he does not stop immediately, it will be a direct challenge to Mr. Ao's majesty. In addition to
Except for the boss, no one in the organization dares to offend that person, because even just thinking about the horror of the consequences is enough to give people nightmares.
Although this kid didn't draw his sword, he didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. The power of the sword was strong for a while, then fell, and changed violently in an instant. What kind of trick was he doing?
Mr. Qi was full of suspicion and shouted loudly: "One of our own?"
"Are you...a newbie? Why haven't I seen you in Kyoto?"
Sun Suhe still didn't answer in silence. He didn't even have the energy to speak at this time. But suddenly an idea flashed in Mr. Qi's mind, "Wait a minute... Those who didn't come to the Kyoto party this time, one painting, one sword, I heard that painting
I don't know which bastard's hand the sword was broken in, but the sword desperately disobeyed the boss's order and rushed to avenge the painting privately.
I remember Mr. Ao once said that the patterns on our bodies also serve as warnings. If someone dies in the hands of a powerful enemy, others will be warned immediately if they are targeted by that enemy again. Could it be that...
Mr. Qi's strange eyes suddenly welled up with blood and tears, revealing his fierce look.