The water is sparkling and the sky is blue. The scorching sun baked the ship's deck, the fishing net drooped on the edge of the fishing boat, and the seagulls made clear calls.
At the dock in the eastern part of Yamato Island, the fishermen who had survived the disaster were discussing intensely the changes that had occurred this morning. The guy is old, but he is not blind. A large area like Weihara Castle rises from the ground, and it can be seen even from the edge of Chikushi Island. Besides, everyone had undergone strange changes just now. Although they recovered quickly, this cannot be explained by collective hallucination.
"It's the giant alliance that transformed the city into a spaceship!" the middle-aged fishermen said anxiously, "They are going to escape from the earth with Lingdao's money! Those changes are their biological and chemical weapons!"
"Dad, it's the God of Disaster. Didn't you read the latest news?" His young son retorted, "It's said that this happened because the weather disaster and the God of Disaster came at the same time..."
"aieeee!" the old fisherman exclaimed. The simple fishermen who gathered around also screamed together. "Call the God of Disaster!
You disrespectful bastard! "
"No one will bless you if you go out to sea to fish and have a good harvest even if you call me 10,000 times!" the young man retorted unconvinced.
The great disaster in Weiyuan City is a very understandable thing in the eyes of everyone. The god of disaster has come! Hasn't it been like this for thousands of years? It makes sense that any weird thing has something to do with the God of Disaster.
The news said that this time Weihara Castle successfully survived the disaster thanks to the humanitarian and international rescue efforts from major powers, so everything would be fine. As for how many people died, what does it have to do with the fishermen who were dawdling?
How many people have died in this poor place in a year?
The debate between father and son soon expanded from religious views to life views, and then extended to whether to find a job in the city after college or to inherit the family's fish and fish shop. The fishermen all thought that it was not appropriate to go to sea today, so they rested as planned. No one noticed that a small wooden boat sailed away from the dock and drifted into the distance with the wind.
The person holding the oar is a young man in black. The man in white and a high hat is sitting on the bow of the boat, speaking in plain sentences.
"Good deeds and evil deeds will eventually be rewarded, and the way of heaven is reincarnation. If you don't believe it, look up and wonder who will God spare...?"
Wuxiang Shen's white clothes of three different colors were filled with new power at this moment. It was golden light, the golden light that represented good luck. The addition of new power completely broke the balance, completely wiping out the black and red light of the Final Sword without leaving any trace.
Wuxiang Shen looked back, rolled up his sleeves, and held a strange palm in his pale hand. The palm was only the size of a baby's fist, woven from rough silk threads, like a doll's claws.
"The sky is dead and there are no more gods!" Wu Xiang laughed.
The Lord of the Hidden Law rowed the boat silently, thinking about something. Difficultly and slowly, I thought about the voice I heard half a day ago, the voice coming from the depths of my soul.
(Hello, uncle, I am Shigure Tsuichi. My father's plan is about to fail. I will do you a favor at the end. This is one of the prearrangements made by my father. In a sense, it is also It’s his protection for me.)
(I originally wanted to awaken all your memories, but the other uncle's power is stronger than I thought. Therefore, this is the only deal I can make.)
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(The price is all the memories of Shigure Suichi, and the reward is to gradually break the memory blockade of the hidden law master. Goodbye, uncle.)
Siluke
"..."
Something came out of my mind, a lot of pictures, a lot of feelings. But I couldn’t understand it for the moment. It seems to take a long time to sort it out...wait slowly...wait slowly.
The Lord of the Invisible Law said dullly: "Where shall we go next?"
"The land of Hezhong, or hometown?" Wu Xiang asked and answered, "No, no! The poison of the sword has just been removed, and serious injuries can be healed! Concentrate your breath and recharge your energy. Plan it slowly, don't be hasty for a while~!"
He understood that formlessness removes the power of silence. Just like a person who was shot by an arrow finally pulled out the poisonous arrow and is now able to begin to heal. Therefore formlessness takes time...
I also need time. Why am I acting? Am I hurt too?
The Lord of the Hidden Law rowed the boat silently, moving like a puppet, asking himself in his heart.
……who I am?
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At this point, the catastrophe in Weihara City finally ended.
Various forces set foot on this small island with their own plans, and a series of actions produced results that no one expected. A crazy man's all-out revenge cost the life of a god, but he himself died under the retribution he deserved.
Just as the Seventh Knight stood up from the ruins of Superbia three years ago, a new creation powerhouse was born today. The old people are discussing her name, trying to give this Brahma Prime Minister a resounding honorific that suits her preferences.
The people who had been busy in the war finally got to rest. They were gathering together to share drinks and food and chat.
Everything was resolved. However, there is another question that has always troubled Gongsun Ce, which made him ask while replenishing energy:
"——Where did that bastard Yan Qi go this time?"
To answer this question, you need to look up and look at the sky.
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If you look up at the border of the empire, you can see the huge shadow of the floating city. It was quietly suspended at a height of more than 10,000 meters, the belly of the Dragon of the Sky. Beyond the capital of the sky, continue upward, passing through the atmosphere layer by layer, crossing the limit of visibility, and arriving at the dark and silent space of the universe...
The star known as the moon hangs "not far away" on the astronomical scale.
Let your sight continue to penetrate the barrier, through the bumpy lunar surface, through the rocks and land on the side of the satellite...
You can see the magnificent palace built on the inside of the moon.
The palace as a whole presents a perfect circle. Viewed from above, the beautiful buildings and the corridors connecting the period are as complex as a maze in a mythical story. In this month, the secret palace has four solemn gates, and the roof is covered with shiny tiles; the carefully carved cornices and animals are vivid, and the corridors like silk ribbons are tangled and intertwined; the burned spices turn into thin smoke in the air , the harmonious light makes the environment as warm as spring.
Anyone who first arrives here will get lost, lose themselves in a world that is too broad and broad, and feel at a loss. How big this building must be, as wide as a whole city! Everything here is in line with everyone's imagination of the palace, with only one difference...
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Whether it is bricks or wood, corridors or buildings, everything in the palace is dark, like night and like ink. The pure black palace is hidden in the moon as white as a jade plate. There is no trace of glory and beauty, but instead it carries the yin energy of the abyss under the Nine Nether.
Only inside and outside the central building can a hint of color other than black be seen. But at this moment, an inconspicuous black spot stood on the long white jade steps.
"Ha~~~!"
Yan Qi yawned widely and rubbed his tired eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, and there was no trace of his usual arrogant energy on his face. He was as tired and sleepy as if he hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights.
Yan Qi wiped his face fiercely, stepped up the long white jade steps, and walked into the central building of the palace complex. The thick and solemn hall is paved with large bricks two feet square. Four black jade pillars are arranged on both sides of the bright chair at the end of the corridor. The dome is painted with a huge color painting like an ancient narrative poem: Red-haired Man Fighting with a black and white dragon, he decapitated the dragon with his bare hands.
This painting has a very long history, but the erosion of time has not made it fade, but has refined and condensed the bravery and ferocity, making ordinary people feel deeply afraid just by looking at it. The red-haired man is even braver than the ferocious evil dragon, and his manner is so lifelike that even through the canvas, you can feel the courage that came from two thousand years ago!
In other countries, such paintings should be placed in war museums, in the conference halls of military and political halls, and in the spiritual training places of certain generals or warriors. But this painting has not changed since the day it was painted. The dragon-slaying warrior has been reminding people of future generations with his feats for two thousand years, looking at everything in the hall with his majestic eyes, scanning the coming and going The courtiers coming and going also stared at the emperor on the throne.
The emperor of the Yongguang Empire.
The red-haired man wore a bright yellow crown robe and a twelve-colored crown; the robe was embroidered with the sun, moon, stars, vegetation, birds and beasts; the crown was tied with seven-color silk threads and was threaded with colorful pearls and jade. He was sitting in the dark palace deep in the moon, covering his face with jade hair. There was no hint of gloominess when he spoke, but his voice sounded like a bell. His voice echoed in the hall, like preaching to millions of people under the scorching sun, with the heroic spirit of swallowing up mountains and rivers.
"That's it. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Yan."
"I'm so tired!" Yan Qi sat down on the spot and started talking cross-legged in front of the emperor, "Why did you use it twice?!"
The emperor didn't take it seriously. He was already familiar with this person's temperament.
"In Yamato Island, the Doomsday Sword went berserk and Gongsun Ce awakened. The Doomsday disaster came and nearly half of the earth was destroyed."
"Another time. Look at how urgent the war is this time..." Yan Qi touched his chin and said, "Did it take too long?"
"On Qiong Island, Caldesia Spencer has awakened, and the disaster of obsidian disaster has triggered a chain reaction in Ustus. All the United Nations is in emergency, the Zero Island front has collapsed, and the Last Sword has gone berserk." The emperor nodded, "It must be A quick victory."
Yan Qi patted the floor and said with a sneer: "The more you use the seal, the more unstable it becomes. What's the use of all my hard work? It's all in vain!"
The emperor smiled and said: "Now that Mr. Yan has come out, he is confident."
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There was no honorific title like "Your Majesty" in Yan Qi's mouth, and there was no sign of respect in his manner. It was as if he was talking to an ordinary person, acting like he was naughty.
"You're damn sure, it's been sealed for two thousand years!" Yan Qi scolded, "No matter how good the design is, it's still full of holes after so many years. No matter how you repair it, it's just a cover on top, which only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. It won't be able to move for a while. It's not bad for a hundred or two hundred years, but if you continue to use it like this, it will definitely be broken within ten years. If I were you, I would strike first and solve the Brahma boundary first before talking about anything else."
"Humanity still needs this power." The emperor closed his eyes, "There will be a day."
The red-haired man seemed to be thinking, and Yan Qi said no more. The painter waited patiently for half a minute and heard the instructions from the person on the bright chair.
"The Dragon of Void Light is dead, and the city of the sky is ordered to put the dragon species of Fujin Realm into actual combat testing. The artificial machine god plan continues, and the construction of machine three and machine four is put on the agenda. Tell Usters and Mo Dun, this matter is not negotiable."
"Okay, the emperor is more straightforward than the ministers! I'll tell the fat man later." Yan Qi chuckled twice, "Did the person behind the scenes come out these two times?"
"Hidden very deeply. Only the Lord of the Hidden Law has always come forward." The emperor stroked the handle of the bright chair, "You are still doubting."
"My intuition has never been wrong." The middle-aged painter's profile was as cold as steel.
The emperor only said calmly: "The enemy is hidden and we are clear, so don't try to scare the enemy."
"I know it well, but don't be too careless. The monarch's power will only get stronger and stronger, and whoever comes out next time will have no idea what it is."
The emperor of the Yongguang Empire raised his head and looked at the great achievements of his ancestors on the top of the palace. The perseverance in his eyes is exactly the same as that of the man in the painting. It is the will that remains unchanged despite the collapse of the mountain. Even if the entire planet is destroyed in a disaster, this man's soul will not be shaken in the slightest.
"It doesn't matter..."
The man with the greatest power in the world said it in a sentence-like manner.
"Kill them all!"
"Then continue to kill." Yan Qi pinched his chin and said with a smile, "Kill to make the world clear and clear, and kill to make the world bright and bright!"
Yan Qi laughed heartily, turned around and left the palace, leaving only a dark figure behind. Like ink, like night, like the secret palace in the moon.
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