Outside of Time

Chapter 1118: Slave to God

Seven days later.

Beside Jiuqu Mountain, the woman's voice was like a lark, like a flowing spring, echoing in all directions.

"The green mountains are like screens hiding the traces of immortals, and the nine bends meander into the clouds. The clear water whispers between the stones, and the sunset glow does not stain the wind of the pine forest."

As the voice spread, the entire Jiuqu Mountain can be seen from a distance, surrounded by clouds and mist. There is a stream falling from the top of the mountain, winding nine bends, falling at the foot of the mountain, and merging into a long river of clear water.

There are also boats on the river, like fallen leaves.

"Senior, this is Jiuqu Mountain. The stream in this mountain is nine bends, and there are immortal sounds echoing between the streams, so it is named."

In the boat, incense was burning and bright lights were erected.

Yunmen Qianfan played the music of the guzheng while looking at Xu Qing who was looking at Jiuqu Mountain from afar in front of him. The ripples in his heart became more and more turbulent as he walked along the way.

Even though seven days had passed, the scene of the strange death of the guest of the Earth Spirit Clan still occasionally appeared in her mind.

One glance made a cultivator of the Seventh Realm of the Soul Weep and die. In her opinion, this kind of thing... cannot be done without the Great Perfection of the Nineth Realm of the Soul Weep.

This made her realize more clearly that what Yan Xuanzi showed in the Lingchen Mountains was just the tip of the iceberg, and as long as she didn't encounter the master along the way, she would be safe.

It was precisely because of this that she felt less threatened by life and death, and a sense of wonder rose with it, making this journey a real tour.

And the relaxation of her mood made her smile much more than usual.

She was more integrated into the music, and the sound of the zither was intertwined with the sound of the river.

With the incense and the bright lights, being in it, she really had a sense of "the gurgling of the spring accompanied her whereabouts, forgetting the hustle and bustle of the world and everything is empty".

Listening to the fairy music and looking at the Nine Songs, Xu Qing took the wine pot and drank a sip.

Compared with Yunmen Qianfan's relaxation, Xu Qing's mood was hard to forget the hustle and bustle in the drifting of the fairy music.

The wine he drank melted in his mouth, but it evaporated in his memory.

Vaguely, it was also a boat, with two people on it, and music flowing in his heart.

As if sensing Xu Qing's mood at the moment, Qianfan lowered his head, and the sound of the zither floated on the clear river with the light singing.

"The flying birds are looking for old dreams, and the heart is peaceful with the mountains and rivers. I am willing to stay here to accompany you for life, and the years will sing without asking when I will return."

...

The river is sparkling, and the wooden boat sails through Jiuqu Mountain.

"I have a song that I haven't heard for a long time. Are you willing to play it?"

Xu Qing suddenly asked.

"Qianfan is willing."

Yunmen Qianfan hurriedly looked up, looked at Xu Qing's back, and spoke obediently.

Xu Qing raised his hand, and a jade slip with a music score imprinted on it fell in front of Yunmen Qianfan.

Qian Fan raised her hand, placed it in her palm, closed her eyes and concentrated.

After a moment, the sound of the zither changed.

The familiar tune echoed in the world.

The long river, the lonely boat, slowly drifted away.

The woman on the boat played, and the man looked into the distance.

In the mountains and rivers, he was looking for his old dream.

In the wind, the meaning of the rivers and lakes blew.

The sound of the zither seemed to tell the joys and sorrows of a lifetime.

In the end, everything turned into a pot of turbid wine.

In loneliness, Xu Qing drank it down.

"Senior... This song has a profound artistic conception and contains a lifetime of obsession. Although it is sad, it is also free and easy. The composer is definitely not an ordinary person. I wonder what the name of this song is?"

Yunmen Qian Fan looked at Xu Qing and asked softly.

Xu Qing did not answer, but looked at the river and then looked at the horizon.

The strong wind blew, making her long hair flutter and her clothes flutter. A touch of indifference also rose in the wind.

So, the wind stopped.

The ripples of the river water also calmed down.

The next moment, the surface of the river in front of the wooden boat suddenly churned!

The river water sank, and a huge head suddenly rose from inside.

This head was like a snake head, covered with scales, black all over, flowing with mucus, and its eyes were like red flames, full of malice.

It was hundreds of feet in size. When it appeared on the river surface, compared with it... the wooden boat was like a child's toy.

Accompanied by it, there were also waves of whispers echoing in the mind.

This sound made people crazy, their souls unstable, and their bodies roared.

At the same time, with the appearance of the strange head, the surroundings began to distort, and the sense of blur was strong.

And after looking into its eyes, Yunmen Qianfan's heart beat uncontrollably and accelerated, as if it was about to break through his chest.

The mind seemed to be torn apart, and a sense of madness was invading from the outside.

She was shocked and clearly felt that at this moment, her body seemed to have all its flesh and blood with its will, forming a strong repulsion with herself, as if it was about to separate.

As for the spiritual energy in all directions, it was even more reversed at this moment, invaded and occupied by a breath that was completely different from the spiritual energy. While repelling each other, the spiritual energy was also polluted.

That was the breath of God, that was foreign!

That was... a god!

Almost at the moment when Yunmen Qianfan's mind was shaken, his cultivation was suppressed, and his body and soul could not bear it, a gentle force emanated from Xu Qing's body and enveloped him.

Shielding the outside world.

Then Xu Qing raised his right hand and grabbed forward.

Suddenly, the distorted and blurred nothingness in front of him roared, broke into pieces, and collapsed in an instant.

The river water also rolled up suddenly under this grab, forming a force of overwhelming power, turning into a palm, grabbing the head of the god.

Pulling upward fiercely.

The world shook.

A heart-wrenching roar came from the mouth of the god, and its body was shaken by this great force and was pulled out of the river alive.

As the river water splashed, a complete and strange body was revealed.

The head occupied 99% of this body.

Under the huge head of hundreds of feet, there was a relatively slender body, with gray skin and mucus flowing.

Surrounded by balls of light, they kept rotating and flashing, emitting a mysterious and strange light.

A sense of chaos and madness rose strongly.

There was also a ball of fire burning in its body, but there was a lampshade composed of runes on the flame.

Under this lampshade, the flame was sealed and controlled.

Moreover, on this lampshade, there was a special jade slip.

This jade slip was like a living thing, with a lot of whiskers, spreading over the brain of the head, like a parasite, locking it tightly.

"God slave!"

"Senior, this is the Di Ling Clan. They spent resources to buy the God slave from the Daoxian Sect. The God slave... all have the power of a dominant fighter. Senior, you..."

Yunmen Qianfan recovered quickly after Xu Qing shielded him from the outside world. At this moment, his mind was trembling. Obviously, he did not expect that the pursuer would actually send out the God slave to kill him.

Thinking of the terrifying God slave, Yunmen Qianfan trembled and instinctively opened her mouth to remind him.

But halfway through her words, her eyes widened and she could not speak.

Because where she was looking, the terrifying and ferocious God was now caught by an illusory big hand in mid-air. No matter how he struggled, he could not get out of the trap.

And Xu Qing in front of him looked normal, looking at the God, as if studying him.

This scene made Yunmen Qianfan breathe quickly, and the guest official who cried to death before appeared in his mind

"The God of the Divine Fire Realm."

Xu Qing swept his eyes over the flames surrounded by the lampshade in the body of the God.

It can be seen that the lampshade is composed of countless densely packed runes, each different, with a number of no less than hundreds of millions, extremely complex, and there are changes in the order between each rune, and there is more than one arrangement.

In addition, the jade slips on the lampshade that look like living things are even more bizarre. Xu Qing has never seen them before and cannot distinguish them for a while.

This is not the first time he has seen a god after coming to the fifth star ring. He has also seen gods become slaves before, and used by monks as magic weapons or spirit beasts.

But from Yunmen Qianfan's words, he heard the source of this kind of god slave.

"Controlled in the orthodox sects of various domains, and can be sold to the outside world?"

Xu Qing was thoughtful, and he became quite interested in this method of controlling gods into slaves. Through observation, he found that this method was extremely clever.

If you don't understand its inner nature, it will be extremely difficult to break it.

Breaking it forcibly will extinguish the divine fire of the enslaved gods, collapse their minds, and even cause the disintegration of their souls and bodies.

"But since they are slaves and have been sold, there is naturally a way to control them."

Xu Qing retracted his gaze and looked towards the horizon.

Under the red aurora, wherever Xu Qing looked, there was nothingness and waves, and four figures were forced to appear.

The moment he saw these four people, Yunmen Qianfan immediately recognized them.

Three of them were guests of the Earth Spirit Clan, and one was the core elder of the Earth Spirit.

The former three had cultivated to the seventh realm of the Soul, and the latter... had reached the ninth realm of the Soul.

So she immediately told him.

And at this moment, these four stood in the sky, each with a horrified look, extremely frightened, and their minds were full of huge waves.

One of them was holding a small drum in his hand, but no matter how he beat the drum, the gods connected to this drum were under Xu Qing's illusory palm and could not break free at all.

When Xu Qing looked at them, the four people were immediately shocked and their scalps were numb. They retreated without any hesitation.

But it was obviously too late.

Almost at the same time as they fled, Xu Qing took a step towards the sky.

The next moment, the sky and the earth changed color.

In Qian Fan's eyes, there was a vast painting, spreading in the sky, covering everything and blurring everything.

After a few breaths, the painting dissipated, the four cultivators disappeared, and only Xu Qing returned.

He held a wine pot in one hand and a head in the other.

This head was the core elder of the earth spirit.

He was not dead, and his eyes showed strong fear and despair. He was being soul-searched.

The moment he returned to the wooden boat, the soul-searching was also completed.

Xu Qing also knew the truth about this mission.

"The Yunmen family has a secret key to enter a certain place of good fortune. This is the basis of the war between the two families, but this secret key is special and seems difficult to be snatched in the end."

"So, after suppressing the Yunmen family to the extreme, the Earth Spirit proposed a bet that the Yunmen family could not refuse."

"The Yunmen family released fourteen cores, and the Earth Spirit chased them. If all fourteen died in the end, the Yunmen family would lose. If one survived and reached the destination, the Earth Spirit would lose."

"The bet is the secret key and the survival of the Yunmen family."

Xu Qing had no interest in this secret key.

So with a pinch, the head in his hand turned into ashes, and at the same time, the small drum that controlled the gods appeared in Xu Qing's hand, and he gently played it.

With the sound of dongdong, the gods in front of him turned into a stream of light, merged into the drum, and a totem emerged on the drum surface.

After putting it away, Xu Qing turned his head to look at Yunmen Qianfan, who was breathing rapidly and his heart was filled with disbelief.

"The wine is gone."

Xu Qing said, throwing the wine pot in his hand over.

"Ah..." Qian Fan instinctively caught it and held it in his arms. He trembled all over, and quickly took out another pot and quickly sent it to Xu Qing.