Outside of time Chapter 638: There are traces

Outside the shattered altar, Wu Jianwu focused on studying the script, combined with his own understanding of the Xuanyou ancient emperor, and went deeper and deeper into his role.

This is not difficult for him, and it is not the first time.

In the forbidden area of ​​the Xuanyou Sect of the Eight Sects Alliance, he used a similar method to arouse the fluctuations in the skeleton of the monster snake.

As for Ning Yan and You Jing, under Shi Zi's command, they each started their rehearsal.

I have to say that Shizi is indeed more suitable to lead this drama than Chen Erniu, because under his gaze, everyone is working extremely hard, and their understanding of their roles is getting better.

"That's right, this kid Wu Jianwu still has something. He doesn't look at his cultivation, but only looks at his expression and words. He really feels like an ancient emperor."

"This Ning Yan is not bad, at least half of his father's majesty has been interpreted."

"But in comparison, the hatred in this ghost's emotion is the most real, and it can be regarded as a bright spot."

"Only Chen Erniu stood there motionless, it's kind of bad."

Shi Zi sat there with the third sister, fifth younger sister and eighth younger brother beside him, looking at the juniors who were rehearsing, nodding slightly to each other, occasionally falling on Xu Qing who was in the distance, looking at Xu Qing There is a frown that frowns from time to time, the prince is satisfied.

"This kid, finally made him feel difficult."

"My father's supernatural powers turned into a god-slashing platform, which is the trump card that gathers all his cultivation and experience, not to mention this kid, even I... I didn't learn it back then, let alone now that countless years have passed , this place is already in ruins, no matter how he perceives it, it is impossible to be completely successful."

The prince shook his head.

"Only the ninth younger brother inherited the mantle..." Thinking of his ninth younger brother, Shizi sighed softly, and the eighth brother suddenly spoke.

"Brother, I don't think your mentality of watching the excitement is good. You know that he can't succeed, so why do you let him feel it?"

"You are too bad, do you want this kid to realize success or fail?"

Shizi's face darkened, and he looked at Lao Ba.

Lao Ba shrank his head, knowing that he had said the wrong thing again, so he showed a flattering intention.

"The son is worried that Xu Qing will be complacent in understanding, so let him feel his own shortcomings here, so that he can grow better in the future."

"At the same time, with this experience, Xu Qing will be able to learn better when the Ninth Brother regains consciousness in the future and teaches him the method of cutting the **** platform." Princess Mingmei said calmly.

Fifth Sister nodded slightly. She also appreciated Xu Qing's point of view.

Old Ba hesitated, there was something he wanted to say in his heart, but he didn't dare, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and spoke in a low voice.

"Then what if he really succeeds in comprehending the killing intent? After all, my father said before that if there exists, there are traces."

The prince is silent.

Princess Mingmei was also silent.

Fifth Sister looked at Xu Qing's figure and spoke softly.

"That shows that his understanding is even more astonishing than Brother Nine, and Brother Nine was considered to have the same understanding as his father..."

Existence means there are traces.

Everything that has ever existed in this world is like this.

People are like this, things are like this, things are like this, and supernatural powers are like this.

The wind will remember everything, the earth will also remember, and everything in the sky is like this.

Even the Dao of Heaven has forgotten, but who knows whether there is a higher will above the Dao of Heaven to record the scenes of countless years?

It's just that some traces are too faint to be noticed, and people will instinctively think that everything has dissipated without a trace, so they no longer recognize it.

But in fact, maybe not.

"Imagination is what limits the strength of supernatural powers..." These words from Princess Mingmei had a great influence on Xu Qing, and also opened a window for him to connect with the world.

The picture outside the window is not fixed, but determined by imagination.

At this moment, Xu Qing, who was sitting cross-legged in the shattered altar, felt the wind.

In this world, along with the world being sealed, the ancient wind blows.

Xu Qing was silent.

What is silent is not only his behavior, but also his heart, his body, his soul and everything.

All fell into a stillness under the blowing of the wind.

All sounds from the outside world are gone now, absolute silence envelops everything.

His mind was empty, without thinking, only blank.

Intentionless.

Only the wind, blowing from the perception, did not dance the hair, did not blow the clothes, but it set off layers of ripples in the sea of ​​consciousness, drawing rings of ripples.

Among the rippling circles, some ink-like figures emerged.

I can't see the shape clearly, and there is no fixed shape. These shadows of ink and wash are hazy, constantly blending and separating, as if they are trying to piece together, trying to truly form the picture.

I want to show the content it remembers to the outside world, to the world, to Xu Qing.

But unfortunately, perhaps the traces hidden in the years are extremely light, so the ripples blown by the wind cannot truly change the picture after all.

As for Xu Qing's comprehension, there is also a limit, and it has not really reached the level of unparalleled.

So, he couldn't really feel anything from this piece of ink.

The piece of ink and ink also gradually lost its strength, and slowly began to calm down. Gradually, the water was still water, and the ink was still ink.

No longer blending, each hiding.

But at the moment when this piece of ink was about to dissipate, Xu Qing's instinctive unwillingness rose in the sea of ​​consciousness at this moment, and his subconscious told himself that this was a huge opportunity.

And this opportunity... there is only one chance.

If this piece of ink really dissipates, then he will lose this opportunity forever.

Thus, a piece of colorful rays of light suddenly exploded from Xu Qing's sea of ​​consciousness.

Before the change, Xu Qing couldn't do this.

But now, the simulation he realized on the morning glow made all the impossible possible.

In the next moment, the ink and ink rolled, and the colorful colors spread inside, outlining scenes with each other, forming a series of figures.

Although it is still blurry, it is much better than before.

The picture that appears is fuller, and the characters that appear are clearer.

They collided with each other and merged with each other, vaguely seeming to reveal a complete picture.

It can be vaguely seen that there are two figures in the picture, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground.

The figure in the sky raised its hand, and the figure on the earth raised its head.

But at the moment when it was about to become clear, a flash of will suddenly appeared inside.

That is killing intent.

As soon as this intention comes out, like thunder falling from the nine heavens, Xu Qing's sea of ​​consciousness is in unprecedented turmoil. It seems that all the wind, rain, thunder and lightning have formed, and the sun, moon and stars seem to erupt within this killing intention.

As if the ruler is in front of him, he will be shaken by this killing intent, and the gods will also be shocked by this killing intent when facing him.

This meaning was only for an instant, and the screen collapsed and disappeared.

Xu Qing's body trembled, and his thoughts changed from being blank before to fluctuating.

He had a strong premonition that this was what Shi Zi said about killing intent.

"If I can find it and simulate it, then...the picture that just emerged may be truly formed."

Xu Qing felt that comprehending the killing intent was not the point, but the process, and the point was the picture.

Thinking of this, he recognized the colorful lights in the sea, which exploded brightly, and instinctively searched and imitated them.

All of a sudden, the ink and wash are churning, boundless.

At the same time, the external rehearsal has also been completed. After everyone is familiar with the roles and has confidence in each other, the big show is about to officially begin.

Ning Yan and You Jing have already changed their clothes.

Before the start, the captain walked out, first bowed to Grandpa Shizi and the others, and then coughed.

"Everyone, do a good job. I have several roles, so I won't take pictures and record myself. I will use my specially made little Mariko to record all of this, and then pass it to the outside of the little Mariko. After processing, it will be It can be played on the sky screen."

During the words of the captain, he took out a ball of light and was about to launch it into the air to record it by himself.

But at this moment, Shizi waved his hand and hit back the little ball that the captain took out.

"No need to do that!"

"Your method is somewhat inconvenient, and all sentient beings need to look up, and even some places may not be able to see clearly."

"You go back and play your priest well, take pictures and record here, don't worry about it."

The son opened his mouth lightly, raised his right hand and waved it in the sky, a piece of crystal light flew out from his cuff, went straight to the sky, and finally after a high-altitude pause, the crystal light turned into a huge mirror fragment.

The fragment was thousands of feet in size and irregular in shape, but the moment it appeared, a sense of vastness erupted, and even gave the captain the feeling that the aura of the Temple of Rebellion actually emanated from the mirror.

The captain's eyes showed a strange light, and everyone was shocked.

The thousand-foot mirror was slowly turning in mid-air at this moment, until it faced the ground, and everything on the ground was reflected in it, and then the image in the mirror expanded and locked on everyone.

Clear as hell.

"This thing is the treasure of my father and king, and it is called the Eye of Heaven."

"With this eye, you can see nine heavens, and you can see ten seclusions below. Before the defeat in the battle with the red mother, the father shattered it by himself, turned it into countless copies, and scattered it in all the mirrors in the world. The spirit of the weapon within made the last decree to make it follow the will of all living beings. Then, the spirit of the weapon absorbed the belief of all living beings, so there was the Niyue Temple."

"As for this piece, it is one of the biggest pieces after the Sky Eye was shattered."

"Use this mirror to take pictures and record, and through the spirit of the moon-reversing hall, images will appear in the minds of all living beings in the entire moon worship area."

"We do not broadcast ~IndoMTL.com~ after processing but simultaneously!"

"Now..."

The prince stared at everyone.

The captain was refreshed, and Ning Yan and the others were full of turmoil in their hearts. They cheered up quickly one by one. After knowing that they could be perceived by the outside world at the same time as the interpretation, they couldn't help but get nervous.

"Everyone on their places, perform, start!"

Thousand-foot mirrors shone instantly, and at the same time, the Niyue Temple hidden in an unknown place from the outside world shook violently, and all the temples burst out uncontrollably with dazzling light.

Among the countless monks of Niyue Temple who were horrified, a picture appeared in their minds in an instant.

It is not only the moment they are like this, but in the entire Moon Sacrifice Region, whether it is ordinary or ferocious beasts, all the monks...even the people of the Red Moon Temple have a picture in their minds at this moment.

A big show is officially staged.