Qiong Shen, who was secretly happy because Tai Feng didn't hit her, almost sat down on the ground in fright after hearing this.
"Listen to the dream...the Great Emperor?!"
"This is impossible, this is impossible! If you were Emperor Tingmeng, you could have killed me by raising your hand last time, so why delay it until now!"
"It's fake, it must be fake! Tai Feng, did you deliberately scare me, the poor wanderer?!"
As an outsider who has survived all the way from ancient times to the present, Qiong Shen has certainly heard of the name of Emperor Tingmeng.
But that's just hearsay. After all, the two sides are not on the same level at all. They are completely different.
One is aloof and spotless, while the other is eager to live in hiding.
When Emperor Tingmeng was patrolling the land in his dragon chariot, people like Qiong Shen had already fled.
I don't even have the courage to take a look from a distance...
After listening to the question that Qiong Statue asked to himself, Hua Jiunan ignored it.
Just slowly open the golden animal skin, revealing the verdant green guqin inside.
There is a faint water-colored brilliance flowing above it.
Seeing Hua Jiunan's actions, Chang Baye, who had always known his intentions, immediately turned into a little Changchong and stood behind Hua Jiunan with Xiao Wuxin.
At the same time, he summoned the Skeleton Throne and placed it behind his little teacher.
Hua Jiunan smiled and said thank you, and then sat down gently.
Listen to the Mengqin lying across your knees, and if you fiddle with it gently, there will be a continuous sound that echoes around the beam.
Hua Jiunan thought, and a broken, bloodstained bronze mask appeared on his face.
The originally gentle voice seemed so cold and hollow through the mask.
"God Qiong, do you recognize this king now?!"
At this time, Hua Jiunan looked completely different in the eyes of Qiong Shen:
A mountain made entirely of skulls of various creatures suddenly appeared.
The young man in front of him was sitting alone on the top of the mountain, playing the guqin.
The night wind blew the robes fluttering, as if they might rise up in the wind at any time.
The young man's body is covered with divine fire, the Lord of Ten Thousand Snakes is roaring behind him, and the skeleton Buddha is ferocious.
"You, are you really listening to Emperor Meng..."
Seeing the legendary existence actually appear in front of him, Qiong Shen was completely desperate, or in other words, he was scared out of his wits.
Not even a thought of resistance could come up.
Without hesitation, he knelt down on the ground and knelt down with all his strength.
"Honorable Emperor Tingmeng, who is the embodiment of thousands of rays of light, please show mercy and forgive me, a humble, insignificant scavenger!"
"I, I am willing to leave this world now, even if I die of exhaustion in the endless void..."
After Qiong Shen finished speaking, he put his head on the ground and stuck his butt high, not even daring to raise his head and get up.
Like a frightened quail.
It is simply incomparable to his previous arrogance.
Hua Jiunan didn't say a word, but just lightly plucked the strings again.
The musical note turned into a crystal clear bird, flying happily around Hua Jiunan.
"God Qiong, I promised my brother that I would help him fulfill his promise, but I have only wronged you."
Qiong Shen had heard that Emperor Tingmeng always did what he said, and there was no room for change.
Ants are greedy for life, let alone this guy who has lived for more than five thousand years.
So I turned around and ran away.
As for attacking Emperor Tingmeng, he really doesn't have the courage!
Hua Jiunan seemed to have expected this to happen, and pointed forward.
The eight floating swords immediately emitted a ray of light each, including God Qiong.
Qiong Shen fought hard, but every time he hit Guanghua, it was like butter hitting a red-hot iron plate, and a large piece melted with a sizzling sound.
"Eight Swords Dome?! Please forgive me, Emperor Tingmeng!!"
The original meaning of Qionglong refers to the sky, which is the same as the sky.
"Baopuzi·Yuwei" says: "If it is like an elegant theory, the few are valuable and the many are cheap, then the sky is not as high as the grandness, and the side is not as valuable as the thick load."
Although Qiong Shen's plea for mercy seems genuine, Hua Jiu Nan will not show mercy to his enemies.
Especially since he promised Xiao Wuxin that he would help him fulfill his promise.
No one knows how many people of the Kuteng tribe the Blood Monkey in front of him has killed over the past five thousand years.
Anyway, the large tribe that originally numbered nearly 100,000 people now has less than a hundred people left...
As Hua Jiunan flicked his ten fingers, the guqin music "Ambush from Flying Daggers" played by this generation came out, expressing the war scene vividly:
Tense atmosphere;
Mighty aura;
Swords clashed, horses' hooves thundered;
The cry of warriors, the blending of blood and iron... There are victors' triumphant progress, and there are losers' tragic separation...
Qiong Shen, who was deeply trapped in the "Ambush from Flying Daggers", was full of frightened conflict between the left and right, even though he was mostly burned by the "Eight Swords Dome", he didn't care at all.
It was as if there were really thousands of troops coming towards him from all directions.
