A Million Possible

"What is this... tune?"

The Soviet Union Exploration Team.

The group of young people who were reminded by Alexei, looked at the sky almost at the same time stunned, turned their heads and looked at each other with their companions beside them.

There is no need to communicate, and they can clearly see that others have also "heared" the mysterious tune.

At first, they hadn't noticed that this was a piece of music, but as the notes came to the deepest part of their minds one after another, and formed a clear tune in series, they finally realized this.

"I don't know... I haven't heard this tune."

"I have never heard of..."

The players shook their heads.

After all, they are just ordinary people who have awakened their abilities and know very little about music.

Even if you listen to it, it is mostly popular music.

But Aldington’s song is obviously a bit more difficult, and it sounds like it sounds like some kind of historical and regional style song.

However, they will naturally not know that even those who enter the room in Music Realm cannot trace the source.

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it, but... I don't know why, I suddenly want to cry..."

A female awakened person with braids, wearing a Soviet student's women's uniform and holding a short knife in her hand suddenly spoke.

At the same time, two clear tears rolled down from her eyes.

"I... also a little uncomfortable, it's weird."

A male team member glanced at the girl and said.

Although he didn't cry, his eye circles were already red and there were already teardrops rolling, but because of his gender, he resisted and tried to show his own strength.

After speaking, he subconsciously skipped the beginning.

Immediately, he was surprised to find that the other companions beside him had almost the same expressions as him.

His eyes were flushed, and he looked sad, and he turned his head to endure the sorrow and grief in his heart.

Only Alexey looked better because of his pupil technique.

However, the sorrow in his heart kept beating his heart. For some reason, he suddenly recalled the past events in his life that made him cry.

"This tune... seems to affect our emotions."

He couldn't help but say.

"It seems to be, but I am more inclined. It is in response to the scene before our eyes."

One team member couldn't help wiping his tears, looking at the roaring dragons ahead, and said:

"There was... something terrible happened."

"Well, hold back the tears and cheer up, we have to act."

The leader said loudly.

Then, these young people wiped the corners of their eyes almost at the same time, put on their backpacks, and in this sad music, followed the rushing dragon and ran towards the projection center!

However, when they left, Alexei felt a certain kind of fluctuation again.

This time, it was no longer "peeping", but it was clearer, but there was still no discovery.

He wanted to talk to his teammates about own feelings, but found that the others had run away, so he could only shook his head, stepped forward, and followed.

...

...

Projection edge.

There is a small team stationed here, the most prominent of which is the person in charge transferred from the first division, Xing Hong.

According to the agreement between the two countries, if there is no accident, he cannot enter.

Otherwise, it would be much easier to explore the projection as long as Shi Shengcun came.

Because of the location, he only vaguely saw the phantom of the dragon in the distance.

When Cheng Lin played this tune, his mind also sounded simultaneously.

He clearly felt that the sound came from the distant sky, and based on previous experience, he could easily judge that this was a legacy of "Cheng senior".

Therefore, he was not too nervous because of this abnormal change.

After all, as long as the legacy of "Cheng senior" is always lacking in danger.

However, when his inner mood began to surging and change with the tune, he still resisted instinctively.

But no matter how he performed it, he still couldn't stop the sound from ringing in his heart.

I can't control the sorrow in my heart.

Standing around him, the leaders of the Tenth Academy were even more unbearable. Whether Cultivation Base was strong or weak, their eyes were red uncontrollably, but they could only endure it desperately. For a while, it was a bit funny.

After a moment of silence, Xing Hong finally gave up resistance, sighed deeply, and said:

"You don't need to force it, I know you guys worked very hard."

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged people beside him hid their faces and whimpered in unison.

...

...

"Caowei! Slow down! Slow down!"

In the forest, the students of the Tenth Academy ran hard, their Spirit Power agitated, their physical stamina was full, and their spirit swords in their hands would cut off the obstacles one by one along the way.

However, he couldn't catch up with the little figure in front of him.

Can only keep oneself from being left behind.

When the dragon rushed, the group of beasts retreated, it was indeed a good time for them to move forward.

However, they were completely unhappy at the moment, and everyone's face seemed to be participating in a funeral, full of sorrow.

There were tears on his face, and the cold wind blowing on his face further stimulated the fragile eyeballs, and the tears became even more unbearable.

Even the voice shouting Caowei brought a cry.

They wanted to control, but couldn't do it at all. Later, they simply let grief flow freely.

...

at the same time.

In the huge projection, many teams have made similar discoveries. Even if the air is filled with unspeakable despair, they can only struggle to follow the long team.

I hope that this music can stop as soon as possible.

...

There was nothing on the silent hillside.

No one knows that the entrance to the spiritual world is hidden here.

Inside the spirit world, the "sun" on the world tree has long since gone out, but the dense leaves are shimmering like a starry sky.

Xi Rui grasped two paws on the twigs of the World Tree, her small body couldn't help shaking, two mung bean-sized eyes were scarlet, tears were flowing, and she stared sadly at the Lotus Position not far away sitting at the entrance. Playing figure.

Cheng Lin didn't realize it. When he played the tune, he was immersed in it, forgetting the foreign objects.

Thanks to the special effect of this "dragon flute".

The emotional impact he suffered as a performer doubled.

At this moment, his face, who was playing the dragon flute, was already filled with tears, and his clothes were all wet.

Finally, with the last ending sound, "Twilight March" came to an end.

The voice slowly disappeared, and the voice that resonated in the hearts of tens of thousands of cultivators around the world also slowly faded.

Cheng Lin put down the dragon flute, and the tears on his face that were like flooding finally stopped.

He barely smiled, and then saw the illusory text input box reappearing in front of him.

Without much hesitation, the poem Aldington once recited appeared in his belief.

Click Send.

After a slight delay.

There was a "voice" in the hearts of countless practitioners running in the forest at the same time:

"Like a pale, cold, dim smile."

Caowei, who was running in the woods, suddenly shook her small body. She couldn't help but stop, looking towards the sky.

"In the dark night sky, by a shooting star"

"Those for an island surrounded by the sea"

The voice came again.

The practitioners who were running around the projection or stopped at the same time raised their heads and looked at the tall dragon riding in the sky, already lowering the tall figure of the dragon flute.

Immediately, they were surprised to see an amazing change in the sky.

The night sky first became extremely dark, and then a shining, imaginary meteor rose from the ground in the north, slashed straight across the sky, and fell forward.

The meteor is so bright that you can easily see it no matter where you are.

Even Xing Hong, who stands on the edge of the projection, is the same.

Then, on the huge land, countless exclamations rang out.

The practitioners clearly saw the meteor over their heads, falling toward the south, and then flashing out of the clouds in the shape of an island.

Before they could express their astonishment, the voice in their hearts continued to chant:

"Wait for the strange morning light once it rises"

Immediately, people only saw that the sky seemed to be bright for a while, and an illusory radiance appeared in the mid-air ahead, almost illuminating the earth!

"It will melt the clouds above your head"

Countless phantom clouds were stacked on the night sky above. Suddenly, as if there was a violent wind blowing, the shining pure white clouds scattered one after another.

"The Underworld and heaven are now vanished..."

The "voice" in their hearts is still appearing, as if chanting a poem.

And every time that verse emerges, the illusory image shrouded on the mainland will have a vision that conforms to the verse.

With a word, the world has changed greatly.

The phantom turned into a clear and pure world, and fell into the boundless darkness for a while.

It wasn't until the last sentence of Aldington's poem was recited that those visions slowly dissipated.

All sounds are gone.

It was the image of the dragon running wildly and endlessly, slowly and slowly fading away.

People just wake up like a dream.

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on the hill.

Cheng Lin had walked out of the spiritual world, quietly watching the illusory images in the sky continue to change, as if watching a drama.

He didn't let out a deep breath until everything turned to silence, dispelling the last ray of sorrow in his heart.

"What a terrible trait... How can I meet people in this way..."

Cheng Lin couldn't help smiling bitterly, looking at the wet front, considering whether to light a flame to bake it.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a familiar shout:

"Cheng Lin? Did you hear that? Where are you?"

That was Fu Zhongting's voice.

"I'm here! Come!"

I subconsciously responded, and saw the trees sway, and a sound of footsteps quickly approached.

After that, only a few guys from the Ninth Hospital team came out with tears on their faces.

Seeing Cheng Lin, several people were stunned.

Immediately, Xiao Ningyu couldn't help being surprised: "Cheng Lin, why are you crying worse than me?"

"this……"

It's really not easy to explain, saying that you have strong empathy?

How can I not be too losing face? Waiting online, it's useless to rush...

Cheng Lin didn't know how to answer for a while.

Fortunately, Xie Qingke's voice interrupted his thinking:

"The image is about to disappear, let's go quickly! When the dragon passed by, the beasts all escaped. In other words, this path is safe. We must hurry up and try to get to the projection center before they return!"

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