Outside of Time

The ethereal voice echoed and wavered in the ancient temple. The person speaking was clearly right in front of him, but to Xu Qing, it felt like there were years in between.

It was as if someone was gently strumming the strings outside of time, giving the sound a sense of time.

The divine fingers in Xu Qing's body couldn't sleep, so they trembled even more.

Xu Qing himself was also in a state of inner turmoil at this moment. He couldn't see through the cultivation of the Xiaxian Palace Master in front of him, and couldn't sense it at all.

Ethereal and looming.

This scene has rarely appeared as Xu Qing has grown up.

Based on his experience along the way, he has seen almost everything from domination to weirdness.

Even gods have experienced it many times.

Therefore, Xu Qing has his own reference in his heart for judging the aura, but now...he can't detect anything about the master of Xiaxian Palace, and he can't find any similar reference.

The sense of the intertwining of the past and the present, the fusion of reality and illusion, is even stronger at this moment.

And all these feelings finally converged into a mystery, which filled Xu Qing's mind and became more and more intense.

As for the other party's words, under this sense of mystery, the charm of the rendering became profound, as if the voice from all living beings turned into an echo in Xu Qing's heart.

"Xia Xian..."

Xu Qing suppressed the turbulence in his heart, pondered for a while, and suddenly raised his right hand. The demon-subduing pestle where the ancestor of the Vajra Sect was was instantly flew out and landed in Xu Qing's hand.

"Senior said, is this the thing?"

Xu Qing looked at Xia Xian Palace Master and spoke softly.

The ancient temple is quiet and full of lingering sounds.

In this silence, the King Kong Sect Ancestor in Xu Qing's hand was obviously shaking violently, with uncontrollable fear, as if it was facing a god.

The shadow under Xu Qing's feet also swayed slightly, restraining his emotions and not daring to make mistakes.

All this allowed Xu Qing to have more judgment on the cultivation level of the Xiaxian Palace Master in front of him.

After a while, the ethereal voice came again.

"Yes and no."

The woman in plain clothes still sat there with her back to Xu Qing, and the sound of time lingered for a long time.

"Do you know what Xia Xian is?"

Xu Qing was silent and did not answer immediately. He carefully recalled everything he knew about Xia Xian.

After a while, he spoke in a low voice.

"Xia Xian is a realm."

The woman in plain clothes shook her head slightly.

"Yes, that's not right either, just see for yourself."

The moment the voice disappeared, the woman raised her right hand and pointed slightly towards the first of the nine scrolls enshrined behind the candle on the altar.

Suddenly, the hazy atmosphere on the scroll began to dissipate, and the figures in the scroll gradually became clear.

It was an old man, tall, with white hair and beard, and a rugged temperament. He was holding a golden crutch made of... bone.

Those are not ordinary bones, but the bones of gods.

Even if it's just a picture, it's breathtaking, giving Xu Qing the feeling that this bone actually surpasses Chi Mu!

It is obviously a still painting, but the old man looks like he is walking forward, as if he is stepping on the clouds, and he is filled with endless domineering energy.

The clothes on his body looked a little shabby, but they did not affect his temperament at all. Instead, they added a sense of vicissitudes of life. His eyes were as deep as the stars, as if he could see everything in the world.

Looking at this painting, Xu Qing wanted to remember it, but he found that he couldn't do this simple thing.

It's as if... the people in this scroll cannot be remembered.

"Gods cannot be looked at directly, immortals cannot be remembered."

The voice of the woman in plain clothes was still cold, floating in the temple.

"What you are looking at is one of the nine Xia Immortals from Wanggu Continent. His origin is not from the human race. No one knows his specific appearance. The scene left behind is also the mortal transformation of his old man."

The woman spoke softly, and the sense of time was particularly strong at this moment.

His jade hand waved again, and the second picture became clear.

The figure in the scroll is still an old man, but different from the previous figure, he is less domineering and more elegant.

Wearing a scholar's robe, his long beard flutters in the wind, his face is rosy, and his eyes are deep, containing the way of heaven.

His hair was neatly combed and gently fixed on the top of his head with a wooden hairpin. His clothes were embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns, and every stitch and thread revealed an otherworldly atmosphere.

That is the breath of the gods.

Every stitch and every thread is clearly sealing a god!

"You said that Xia Xian is a realm, which is right, but it is more about the definition of ancestors by later generations, and the ancient cultivation of later generations. They believe that after Yun Shen is the master, after the master is the quasi-immortal emperor, and the quasi-immortal emperor The immortal breakthrough is Xia Xian."

As the Lord of Xiaxian Palace spoke, he waved his hand again, and the third and fourth paintings came into Xu Qing's eyes.

It was a man and a woman.

The woman's skirt is fluttering, her face is like a fairy, her hair is like a waterfall, dancing in the wind, her eyes are like a pool of spring water, with shimmering waves, and her every frown and smile make people enchanted.

There are countless light balls surrounding him, emitting bright light, and if you look carefully, you can find that those light balls are actually stars.

As for the man in the fourth scroll, he looks middle-aged, with a majestic look between his eyebrows, and has thick black hair hanging down behind his back.

His eyes were as deep as the dark starry sky, shining with the light of wisdom. The bridge of the nose is straight and the lips are thin, giving people a calm and steady feeling.

At its feet, there is a mountain of corpses!

The golden blood spread and became a sea, which was extremely amazing.

When Xu Qing saw this, his heart was strongly shaken. Even through the pictures, he could clearly feel the terror of those gods.

Some of them gave him the same feeling as Chi Mu, and some were even stronger.

But...in front of that man, there was just a corpse.

And the voice from the Xiaxian Palace Master is still echoing today.

"Actually, in the earliest days, Xia Xian was just a title. It was a title for the outstanding people in the Huangtian Divine Realm. Xia Xian, Shang Xia Xia."

"After that, with the flow of history, he descended into the immortal world and became the Xia Immortal."

Xu Qing took a deep breath. He had never heard of this information in the outside world.

After the Master of Xiaxian Palace finished speaking, his finger landed on the fifth scroll.

This painting is clear and reflects a young man.

The young man was wearing a white robe with fluttering skirts and full of fairy spirit.

The body of the robe is embroidered with gorgeous patterns, showing the noble body. The fingers are long and slender, holding a whisk. The silk threads of the whisk are fluttering in the wind, and a star field is tied to the end of each silk thread.

Countless worlds can be seen within it, containing all living beings.

As for the young man himself, he looks young, but there is an ancient meaning in his eyes, as if he has seen all kinds of things in the world and has rich experience, but his original intention is still there, and his smile is gentle, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, which makes people feel attracted to him. dump.

"There are nine of them in total, from different ethnic groups. Among them, the human race is the most prosperous, with a total of five. This is why the human race has produced three ancient emperors in Wanggu."

The Master of Xiaxian Palace had a vague voice, and with a drop of his finger, the sixth scroll revealed a brilliant light.

In the painting is a woman with a gentle smile, like a blooming white lotus. She is wearing a Taoist robe and fluttering, like a fairy descending from the earth. Her long hair is flying, willow eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, her face is beautiful, and her skin is as white as snow.

His eyes were even more clear and bright, shining like a clear spring.

There is a sword hanging in the air behind him. This sword is as black as ink, containing destruction and death.

"The remaining three fell in the ancient battle, and their immortal thoughts formed fifty-four of the ninety-nine ancient heavenly statues."

The Lord of Xiaxian Palace sighed softly, raised his jade hand and waved it away, and the remaining three scrolls were revealed in Xu Qing's eyes.

These three paintings are a bit gray and defeated. The first one is a woman, with black hair like a waterfall, skin as good as snow, graceful figure, elegant gauze, and a somewhat otherworldly atmosphere. Her lips are like red, which outlines the A beautiful face.

His smile is the most beautiful in all the paintings, bright and moving. I think that his smile will be like the sunshine in spring, making people feel like they are enjoying the spring breeze, but it is a pity that it is gone now.

The other one is a young man with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are deep, and his face is full of traces of time. He is wearing a simple Taoist robe with sleeves fluttering in the wind, as if he wants to go away with the wind.

The last one, the screen is mostly empty, even if it is shown by the Xiaxian Palace Master, the figure is still hazy, and you can only vaguely see it, it seems to be an old man.

Although the figure could not be seen clearly, the charm from this scroll still reflected in Xu Qing's perception. He seemed to see an old man raising his hands to support the collapse of the sky, like a mountain, giving people an unshakable feeling.

"The last one didn't have time to leave his mortal form, so he could only retain the aura before his death."

Palace Master Xia Xian raised his head and looked at the scroll on the altar.

Xu Qing was silent, bowed to the altar scroll, and bowed solemnly, then his eyes fell on the master of Xiaxian Palace, and he spoke respectfully.

"I wonder why the seniors summoned the juniors here?"

"The mission of Xia Immortal Palace, as known to outsiders, is to record the history of Wangu Continent, but in fact, Xia Immortal Palace has another mission."

"Record the techniques that caused changes in Xia Xiangong's immortal source."

"Your soul seed caused waves in the fairy source, so... are you willing to leave one behind and store it in the fairy source of Xia Xiangong forever?"

"As a contribution, you can also find a technique to gain insights from the Immortal Source."

The Lord of Xiaxian Palace spoke softly. The eyes transformed by the wing totems of the little butterfly on his body shone at this moment, and the voice from the little butterfly also came out at this moment.

"Ah, it's all for this, Master. His breaking skills can still cause waves in the Immortal Source? That's the Immortal Source!"

The voice was a little unconvinced, and even contained envy.

Xu Qing pondered, he did not expect that the purpose of Xia Xiangong was actually the soul seed. This matter was nothing to him, but he was a little curious about the so-called immortal source.

"Senior, what is the source of immortality you are talking about?"

The person who answered Xu Qing was not the Master of Xiaxian Palace, but the little butterfly made a crisp sound.

"It was created by the nine Xia Immortals after they rose to look into the past. It is a great and only existence that transcends the way of heaven."

"Its effect is in the myriad realms of Houtu, and it is the source of all the magical powers of Houtu."

"Most of Houtu's spells come from the Immortal Source and are spread in the world in various ways. At the same time, the Immortal Source is also responsible for collecting some rare and unique techniques, sorting them out and disseminating them again."

"In this way, we can wait for our hometown to practice eternity and have an endless stream."

"What a ghost! How could your soul seed cause fluctuations in the immortal source!"