The bell rings and the nine heavens resonate...
Everyone in the world looked up at the sky with confused expressions.
clang!
The Bell of National Destiny rang again, and everyone in the entire Ninth Realm trembled, with a chill in their hearts.
clang......
The bell of national destiny did not stop and continued to ring continuously.
Someone stretched out his ten fingers and started counting the bells...
"one two three......"
Every bell is like ringing in the hearts of people in the world, making people's bodies stiffen involuntarily...
"Seven, eight, nine..."
The bells stopped ringing and the world fell into silence.
"Nine sounds...nine sounds..." Someone raised his hand, looked at the nine fingers raised in his hand, and spoke blankly.
"This is..." someone muttered dully.
"National...festival..."
The nine sounds are the "National Memorial Bell", and the power of the national destiny is announcing the "National Memorial Bell" to the world!
There are two national sacrifices. One is the death of the country...
The second is the death of the emperor...
The connection between the power of national destiny and Su Mo was erased, and it announced something to the world...the death of the Human Emperor.
The world fell into silence, and everyone stood there blankly after the nine bells sounded.
...
The Demon Sect Mountain Gate stands among the mountains.
Small bridge, flowing water, wind blowing in Lindong.
Cheng Anan was sitting cross-legged in the side hall, absorbing the power of inheritance, when suddenly a bell sounded into the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, and the entire Demon Sect Mountain Gate trembled.
Cheng Anan slowly opened his eyes and raised his head as he listened to the sound of the bell. A streak of light on his forehead flickered and disappeared.
The nine bells fell and lingered among the mountains for a long time.
Cheng Anan stood up as if in a dream and walked outside the side hall door...
A cool breeze blew by, Cheng Anan tightened his robe and suddenly laughed.
"You are playing this trick again...how can you die?"
"How can you let go of the thousands of people in this world?"
"You didn't die last time..."
"I know, you must be kidding us this time too."
"......Is it right?"
...
The sound of nine bells reached Daoxuan Mountain. After hearing it, Dao Hua just stood up silently and returned to the back mountain.
Dao Twelve looked at Dao Hua's calm look and sighed slightly, "Maybe something happened and his connection with the power of national destiny was temporarily severed."
Dao Hua looked at Dao Twelve and nodded slowly.
"I want to practice the art of inheritance..."
Dao Twelve took a deep look at Dao Hua and nodded, "Okay."
...
Princess Ying and Prince Ying stood in the imperial garden of the palace, listening to the nine ringings of the national memorial bell with dull expressions...
When the bell fell to the ground, it was like a sad song. The echo of the bell lingers between heaven and earth for a long time...
Princess Ying broke away from Prince Ying's arms, raised her head and looked at the sky, and smiled slowly.
With trembling hands, he picked up the unfinished dragon robe that had just been thrown away, and sat down silently to continue embroidering the dragon pattern.
But the bitterness in his eyes kept falling, and soon the Confucian clothes in his hands were wet...
"Maybe..." King Ying looked up at the sky and said dryly: "Maybe it's just that Mo'er entered a certain place and was cut off from the power of national destiny..."
At the beginning, King Ying did not want Su Mo to pass the throne to him, because he wanted Su Mo's connection with the power of national destiny to be used as a message of peace.
"I know..." Princess Ying raised her head with tears on her face, looked at King Ying and said stubbornly: "It must be so..."
King Ying looked at the sky and did not dare to lower his head.
Is it really just cut off from the power of national destiny? You must know that no matter where Su Mo is, the power of national destiny has never been disconnected.
"I'm going to pass an order to tell people not to talk nonsense..."
King Ying said something and turned around and left.
This is a world that has finally settled down...
Princess Ying turned a deaf ear and just lowered her head and carefully embroidered the dragon eyes on the Confucian clothes stitch by stitch, for fear that the embroidery on the Confucian clothes would be damaged by accident...
However, those trembling hands seemed to be unable to hold the needle and thread steadily, and several needles pricked Princess Ying's own hand.
Blood seeped out, but Princess Ying still seemed not to notice it, and there was still a line of golden dragon patterns woven through it.
Prince Ying only left for a moment, and then returned to Princess Ying's side...
But Princess Ying just quietly embroidered her Confucian clothes.
Embroidering and embroidering... Princess Ying suddenly spoke to King Ying.
"Yuan Yin..."
"I'm here." King Ying responded.
"You said..." Princess Ying raised her head, "Is it time for Mo'er to become a god..."
King Ying trembled violently and felt cold all over.
"He transformed into a god by himself outside..." Princess Ying continued slowly, "I don't know if anyone can help him..."
King Ying shook his head, "His senior brothers and sisters are all outside."
Princess Ying nodded when she heard this and continued to knit and embroider Confucian clothes.
As dusk fell, the river in the Imperial Garden, which looked like Jiangnan, was sprinkled with a glowing red dress.
The cool breeze blew into the hearts of the parents.
The last stitch of the Confucian clothes in Princess Ying's hand has been completed. Princess Ying lowered her head and bit off the thread, raised the white Confucian clothes and looked at it...
Seemingly seeing Su Mo standing in front of her wearing the Confucian clothes she had sewn by herself, Princess Ying couldn't help laughing, and raised her hand to gently stroke the dragon pattern on the Confucian clothes.
"Yuan Yin..."
"Um."
"Say, if Mo'er is really gone..."
"...Is anyone collecting his body?"
...
The wind blows over the south end, and the long streets are short.
When the sun rises on the east branch, the short pavilion is long.
The moss is green on the rocks and the insects are chirping early.
The moss is yellow and the rocks are covered with yellow, and the geese are too late to leave...
Spring passes and summer solstice passes, summer bids farewell and autumn comes. Half a year passed in the blink of an eye...
I don’t know when the thousands of miles of mountains have already revealed their new look, and they are covered with withered yellow when autumn comes.
Among the weeds in the mountains, a pebble suddenly moved, and then a colorful phoenix broke out of its shell.
As if with a trace of confusion, the phoenix bird stood there for a long time after breaking out of its shell before remembering the past.
The phoenix bird immediately fluttered its wings and flew up. After searching around, it finally found another round pebble not far away.
The phoenix bird immediately flew to the round pebbles, firmly grasped the pebbles with its feet, and pecked the pebbles with its beak.
The pebble seemed unresponsive, and the Phoenix Bird pecked it again impatiently.
Still no response, the phoenix bird flapped its wings and soared high into the sky, then turned around and rushed towards the pebble.
Click!
The pebbles made a slight crunching sound and opened a few cracks...
Then, the pebbles shattered, revealing a naked and sleeping little boy.
Fengniao stared at the little boy and glanced around, then jumped on the little boy's body, looked up at the little boy, and found that the little boy was not awake yet, and was speechless.
suddenly!
There seemed to be a wave of fluctuations in the far distance between heaven and earth, and a certain secret place was opened...
Fengniao thought for a while, and first found a leaf to block a certain part of the little boy.
Then he went to great lengths to find a vine, tied the little boy up, opened his beak to pick up the vine, flapped his wings, and headed towards the newly opened secret place with great effort. .
And the leaf blocking the little boy somewhere fell down again...
Biquge
