"A kiln burner, how can the kiln generally burn two goods, the porcelain is so thick, the pottery is so thin, the thick is others, and the thin is my ......"

"Pottery has a thousand arts, porcelain has a hundred types, a porcelain, a pottery, a kiln, a burn, a world......"

The desolate and ancient voices, from the young and middle-aged, the elderly, women and children, from the majestic and powerful to the breathy, or the childish spirit, all gathered in one place...... It rang in Ji Yiming's ears.

His heart seemed to return to the shore of Shanglin Lake for thousands of years.

Countless kiln burners and kiln builders, since the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, have been guarding the kiln from generation to generation, and firing countless Yue kiln celadon known as the "mother porcelain" of Chinese civilization porcelain.

The lake is green, azure, ice cracked, glazed.

Countless celadon patterns of different shapes also swept in front of his eyes.

Until the appearance of the underground ancient kiln city.

Countless armored soldiers wielded spears and halberds, driving groups of ancient inheritance craftsmen from the original Shanglin Lake, Shangao Lake, Du Lake and the banks of the Silver Ingot Lake to the dark space at the bottom of the lake.

Pieces of bluestone slabs, kiln bricks, and ceramic clay embryos engraved with black treasure flower patterns were transported into this underground in the blank expressions of tens of thousands of potters.

From scratch, until the entire majestic underground ancient kiln city was built, I don't know how many years have passed.

And then.

The potters who created everything, tens of thousands of people lined up in a phalanx.

Countless armored soldiers, armed with spears and halberds...... Rush into the crowd.

Swords and swords, blood flying.

The flickering picture is no longer sound. Like a silent film movie of the last century, Ji Yiming just quietly watched countless potters and laborers fall to the ground under the guns of soldiers.

There was no resistance, no expression.

I don't know how long it took, but in Ji Yiming's feelings, countless years flashed in front of him, and he couldn't tell whether it was a moment or a permanence, and the picture in front of him finally disappeared completely.

Two lines of clear tears, uncontrollably flowing from the corners of the eyes, hung above the cheeks.

This empathetic emotion was so strong that he felt as if he had completely experienced the life trajectory of tens of thousands of potters, and his mind was shocked for a long time.

The image in front of me finally disappeared.

Ji Yiming was still sitting in the central core of the big array, with a huge ancestral Gu body in change above his head, and a hole inlaid with the core gem of the formation underneath - after the vision, he finally determined that this Han Eight Sword Jade Cicada left by Jiang Zhiyou was indeed the most important core gem of the Ancestor Gu Array.

So...... Will there be a turnaround?

He turned his head to look at the three people and one snake on the battlefield not far away, overwhelmed by the corpses of countless laborers.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

……

……

Du Lingyang, who was hidden in the tide of corpses, first felt that something was wrong.

Her body, which had been gradually transforming in the direction of voiding, had re-solidified back into its previous hard porcelain body.

From beginning to end, this "Empress Chenggong", who has always maintained the expression of Zhizhu in her hand, whether it is Sima Yue or Ji Yiming Ying Xingtian and others, has not been able to make her worry in the slightest, and finally changed color for the first time.

"The array core, sure enough, is in their hands. ”

She Huo Ran got up, and the surrounding corpses seemed to have autonomous consciousness to directly get out of the way, and rushed towards Ji Yiming, who was fifty or sixty meters away, at the fastest speed: "After waiting for more than a thousand years, how can it be destroyed in your hands?!"

The powerful Grandmaster Realm aura burned pale aura, and the figure of this Empress Cheng Gong was like an arrow off the string, drawing a virtual shadow in mid-air, and rushed straight forward without a single point.

And then......

Two arms reached out from the tide of corpses on the left and right at the same time, one grasping her left foot, which was less than 35 yards old, and the other barely grasping the porcelain hem of her clothes.

Win the sky, Ou Haichao!

Both of them were under the siege of countless labor potters and corpses, but they also saw clearly with her at a glance the magical changes brought about by Ji Yiming, the core of the formation, which happened fifty or sixty meters away - although they didn't know what was happening, but with the current desperate situation, even if there was even the slightest opportunity, they had to firmly grasp it.

"Do you really want to go over?" Lying silkworm eyebrows were closest to Du Lingyang, with a difficult smile on his face: "If it were really that easy, this ancestral Gu consciousness of your Gu Dao inheritance would not have been banned for thousands of years! What can the Eastern Jin Dynasty's 'Qianlong Yuan' do...... I am a modern 'Yandao' organization...... It won't drop the chain either!"

"Get out!" Du Lingyang's body shape became more and more obvious, seeing that all his previous efforts were about to be ruined, so he didn't care about the secret competition between "Yan Dao" and "Qianlong Yuan", and only slapped it towards his chest with a casual blow.

The smile on Ou Haichao's face did not change at all, and he twisted slightly, but let her directly hit his right shoulder.

"Poof!"

With a palm from the Grandmaster Realm, the internal organs of the Lying Silkworm Mei Dao who had only been slightly injured were shocked, and he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

But he still clutched the corner of Du Lingyang's clothes in his hands, and did not relax in the slightest.

On the other side, Ying Xingtian grabbed Du Lingyang's left foot and violently exerted force, and the meridians that were already almost exhausted actually gave birth to a "Xingtian Decision" internal breath again—instead of pulling the latter in his direction, the whole person rushed out of the corpse group and grabbed her calf again.

The corpses of the laborers around him were stunned, and soon swarmed up with his body.

Together with Ou Haichao, who was spurting blood but smiling, he directly pressed Du Lingyang under him.

"Give it to me...... Fuck off!"

Du Lingyang, who was at the bottom of the crowd, roared angrily, and the power of the Grandmaster Realm burst out with all his strength, swinging his fists at Ying Xingtian and Ou Haichao and hitting the latter two bodies all over the body. She didn't even bother to aim at any vital parts, and only attacked wildly in the tide of black crushing corpses.

It's a pity that this porcelain corpse body is not a top martial arts master like Sima Yue after all, and it is no longer the previous fifteen grandmaster realm porcelain corpses that appeared at the same time. Covered with so many people and corpses at the same time, she couldn't break through a hundred methods with a single force and instantly rush out of a passage with supreme power.

Ou Haichao laughed, blood spurting from his mouth: "How is it, do you feel the feeling of despair? This is how we feel every moment after entering the Ancient Kiln City!"

Ying Xingtian, who was at the bottom of the corpse group, didn't say a word, and took the initiative to transfer his body to the right side, resisting most of Du Lingyang's attacks for the lying silkworm eyebrow Dao who saw that he was no longer good.

Although the inner breath is exhausted, the physical body is exhausted to the limit. But with the strong body of a true top martial arts master, he was still able to hold this "Queen Cheng Gong" to the death, and he slammed his fist into the chest and abdomen without the slightest relaxation.

Du Lingyang's delicate "porcelain doll" face was already cracked at this moment, and all the porcelain muscles were distorted in anger and anxiety at the same time, and punch after punch was machined at high speed, and he didn't care whether it hit the body of Ying Xingtian Ou Haichao or the corpse of the labor potter who completely obeyed his orders.

Because of the abnormal changes in the core of the formation, Du Lingyang, who was completely confused, never thought that he could order the corpse tide to leave on his own initiative.

The sound of "bang" punches was endless, not that there were innocent fist corpses flying out of the pile, but more corpses were swarming and suppressing the three people who were entangled.

……

……

Du Lingyang was entangled by the two, and Ji Yiming naturally saw it completely.

But he just embedded the entire Han Eight Sword Jade Cicada in the core hole of the array, and watched the milky white light become brighter and brighter, flowing onto the black formation pattern of each anti-treasure petal, and he didn't know what to do next.

At the critical moment, Yan Siguang, who had always been surrounded by the corpse tide in the corner with his head in his hands to protect his whole body, finally saw the situation on his side from the gap in the corpse tide, and shouted with all his strength: "Press down the formation I arranged next to you!

The fat black man, who had a huge lung capacity, almost suppressed all other sounds in the entire area under this shout, and even the floating soil on the top fell with a bang, and the rumbling echo continued to sound.

"Side formation!"

Ji Yiming hurriedly repeated the sentence, and as soon as his right hand was supported by the formation, his whole body bounced up and rushed to the side of the formation rearranged by Yan Siguang a few meters away, and stretched out his hand to press it up.

The two hundred and fifty-six pieces of broken porcelain with the treasure phase petal pattern in the center of the formation were still spinning wildly at a speed of up to 100 revolutions per second, but the light was slightly weaker than before.

And as he pressed it with one hand, the broken porcelain pieces rotated at a ...... speed It quickly weakened.

Eighty revolutions per second.

Fifty laps.

Thirty laps......

until it comes to a complete stop.

The light faded in an instant.

Yan Siguang, the fat black man who was beaten to the point of being covered in scars in the corpse group, smiled, did not open his mouth and shouted again, only whispered to himself: "If the formation core is not gone, why should I let these porcelain pieces rotate and overload when I set up the formation." ”

A few meters away, the Han Eight Sword Jade Cicada in the center of the array core hole suddenly shone brightly!