Outside of Time

Outside the broken altar, Wu Jianwu concentrated on studying the script, combined with his understanding of the ancient emperor Xuanyou, and became more and more deeply involved in his role.

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

Back then, in the forbidden area of ​​the Xuanyou Sect of the Eight Sects Alliance, he used a similar method to induce fluctuations in the demonic snake's bones.

As for Ning Yan and You Jing, they started rehearsing separately under the command of the Crown Prince.

It has to be said that the prince is indeed more suitable to lead this drama than Chen Erniu, because under his gaze, everyone works extremely hard, and their understanding of their respective roles is getting better and better.

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

"This Ning Yan is quite good, at least he has demonstrated half of the majesty of his father."

"But in comparison, the hatred in the ghost spirit here is the most real, which is a highlight."

"Only Chen Erniu stood there motionless, which was a bit bad."

The prince, the third sister, the fifth sister and the eighth brother beside him sat there, looking at the juniors who were rehearsing. They nodded slightly to each other. Occasionally, their eyes would fall on Xu Qing in the distance, looking at Xu Qing from time to time. The prince frowned, satisfied.

"This kid, I think it's hard for him after all."

"My father's magical power was transformed into the God-Slaying Platform. It was a trump card that combined all his cultivation and experience. Not to mention this kid, even I...didn't learn it back then, let alone now that countless years have passed, this place has already It’s a ruin, no matter how he realizes it, he can’t completely succeed.”

The prince shook his head.

"Only the ninth brother has passed on the mantle..."

Thinking of his ninth brother, the prince sighed softly, and Lao Ba beside him suddenly spoke.

"Brother, I think your attitude of just watching the excitement is unacceptable. You clearly know that he can't succeed, why do you still want him to realize it?"

"You are too bad. Do you want this kid to succeed in his enlightenment, or do you want his enlightenment to fail?"

The prince'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 his intention to please.

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

"At the same time, after this experience, Xu Qing will learn better when the ninth brother recovers and teaches him the method of killing the gods."

Princess Mingmei spoke calmly.

Fifth sister nodded slightly, she also admired Xu Qing very much.

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

"Then what if he really succeeded in realizing the desire to kill? After all, my father said before that if something exists, there are traces."

The prince was silent.

Princess Mingmei was also silent.

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

"That means his understanding is even more amazing than that of Ninth Brother. At that time, Ninth Brother was considered to have the same understanding as his father..."

…

Existence means there are traces.

Everything that has ever existed between heaven and earth is like this.

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

The wind will remember everything, the earth will remember everything, and everything in the sky will be like this. Even if the sea changes, the way of heaven will leave its mark.

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

It's just that some traces are too faint, making it difficult for people to notice. They will instinctively think that everything has disappeared without a trace, and thus no longer recognize it.

But actually, that may not be the case.

"What limits the strength of magical powers is imagination..." These words from Princess Mingmei had a great impact on Xu Qing, and opened a window to heaven and earth for him.

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

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

In this world, the ancient wind blew through the world that was sealed together.

Xu Qing was silent.

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

They all fell into stillness as the wind blew.

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

His mind was empty, no thinking, just blank.

No intention or thought.

Only the wind, blowing in the perception, never danced the hair, never blew the clothes, but it set off layers of ripples in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, creating a ring of ripples.

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

The appearance is unclear and there is no fixed shape. These ink shadows are hazy, constantly blending and separating, as if they are trying hard to put them together to truly form the picture.

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

But unfortunately, perhaps the traces hidden in the years have faded to the extreme, so the ripples blown by the wind cannot really transform the picture.

And Xu Qing's understanding also has its limits, and it has not really reached a level that shines through the ages.

Therefore, he couldn't really comprehend anything from this piece of ink.

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

They no longer mingle and hide themselves in hiding.

But at the moment when the ink was about to disappear, Xu Qing's instinctive reluctance rose in the sea of ​​consciousness. His subconscious told himself that this was a huge opportunity.

And this opportunity... only has one chance.

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

As a result, a colorful ray of light suddenly burst out from Xu Qing's sea of ​​consciousness. The light shone and reflected in all directions, blending into the dissipating ink to imitate, capture and feel.

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

But now, the simulation he perceived in the morning glow made all the impossible possible.

The next moment, the ink rolled, and the colorful colors spread inside, outlining scenes and forming figures one after another.

It's still blurry, but much better than before.

The pictures that appeared were fuller, and the characters that appeared became clearer.

They collide with each other and blend with each other, vaguely seeming to reveal a complete scene.

It was vaguely visible that there were two figures in the picture, one in the sky and one on the ground.

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

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

That's murderous intent.

As soon as this intention came out, it was like thunder falling from the sky, Xu Qing's sea of ​​consciousness was turbulent like never before, wind, rain, thunder and lightning seemed to be formed, and the sun, moon and stars seemed to explode in this murderous intention.

It was as if the Lord in front of him would be shaken by this murderous intention, and the gods would also be frightened by this murderous intention when facing him.

This intention lasted only a moment, before the picture collapsed and disappeared.

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

He had a strong premonition that this was the murderous intention that the prince mentioned.

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

Xu Qing felt that realizing this murderous intention was not the key point, but the process. The key point was the scene.

Thinking of this, the colorful lights in his consciousness burst out brightly, and he instinctively searched for and simulated them.

For a moment, the ink flowed endlessly.

At the same time, the rehearsals outside have been completed. As everyone has become familiar with the characters and gained confidence in each other, the drama will officially begin.

Ning Yan and You Jing have already changed their clothes.

Before starting, the captain walked out, first bowed to the prince and the others, and then coughed.

"Play well, everyone. I have multiple hats, so I won't take photos and record them myself. I will use the little Yuanzi I specially made to record all of this, and then transfer it to the little Yuanzi outside. After processing, it can be played on On the canopy.”

As the captain spoke, he took out a ball of light and was about to lift it into the air to record it himself.

But at this moment, the prince waved his hand and knocked back the small round ball that the captain took out.

"No need for this!"

"Your method is a bit inconvenient. It requires sentient beings to raise their heads to see. In some places, it may not be possible to see clearly."

"You go back and play your role as a priest and take photos and record them here. You don't have to worry about it."

The prince spoke calmly, raised his right hand and waved it in the sky, and suddenly a piece of crystal light flew out of his sleeve and went straight to the sky. Finally, after a pause in the sky, the crystal light turned into a huge mirror fragment.

This fragment was a thousand feet in size and irregular in shape, but the moment it appeared, a sense of vastness arose, even giving the captain the feeling that the aura of the Inverse Temple was actually exuding from the mirror.

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

The thousand-foot mirror was slowly rotating in mid-air until it faced the earth, reflecting everything on the ground. Then the picture in the mirror expanded and locked on everyone.

Extremely clear.

"This object was my father's most precious treasure back then, and it's called the Eye of Heaven."

"This eye can see nine heavens above and ten secluded places below. Before my father was defeated in the battle with Chi Mu, he broke himself into pieces and turned into countless copies. They were scattered in all the mirrors in the world, and his own will was integrated into the objects inside them. The spirit issued a final decree, allowing it to obey the will of all living beings from now on.

Later, the spirit of the weapon absorbed the faith of all living beings, and thus the Niyue Palace was created. "

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

"If you use this mirror to take pictures and record them, the images can appear on their own in the minds of all living beings in the entire Moon Sacrifice Region through the artifact spirit of the Moon Reversing Palace."

“We don’t have to process it and broadcast it later, we do it simultaneously!”

"Now……"

The prince stared at everyone.

The captain's spirit perked up, and Ning Yan and others were filled with emotions. They all cheered up quickly. After knowing that the performance could be perceived by outside beings at the same time, they couldn't help but become nervous.

"Everyone is in your position, let's perform, let's begin!"

The thousand-foot mirror shone instantly, and at the same time, the mountain inside the Niyue Temple, which was hidden in an unknown place, shook violently, and all the temples erupted into bright and dazzling light uncontrollably.

Countless monks from the Niyue Palace are worried about the school. Which hospital is there?

Not only them, but at this moment, all the monks in the entire Moon Sacrifice Territory, whether mortals or ferocious beasts... and even the people in the Red Moon Temple, had pictures in their minds at this moment.

A big drama is officially staged.

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This plot and sentiment cannot be written quickly. It needs to be pondered and polished, so it must be written slowly.

There are still during the day.