Although the coffin was empty, there seemed to be a faint energy at the bottom of the coffin, calling for the power of light in Zi Nian's body. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For no reason, the four words left by his father suddenly came to his mind at this moment: Heguang and Dust.

"Combining light and dust---------"

Everything went naturally, and when his words came out, the entire palm was already radiant, pressing down towards the bottom of the coffin, and everything seemed to be pulled by the force in his bones.

Boom, boom......

The stone chamber collapsed, the bottom of the coffin opened, and more light shone in, and the eyes couldn't see what was inside.

I just think it's bright, it's bright!

Zi Nian's entire body fell into it.

When the sound of collapse stopped, when the dust stopped flying around, Zi Nian opened his eyes.

In front of me is an inscription several meters high, deeply engraved on the rectangular stone stele, and the stele seems to grow on the ground, blocking the way of Zi Nian......

"Unfilial descendants......" A faint and strong voice came.

Is this me? I was allowed to come in. Zi Nian thought secretly.

"Unfilial son, that is, you ......" the voice came again.

I didn't speak, how did he know what was going on in my heart? Zi Nian hurriedly didn't dare to think about anything, emptied his mind, and was known what he was thinking, there was nothing more terrifying than this.

Zi Nian wanted to go in, but the inscription was in front of him, and wherever he went, the inscription followed.

What does this mean?

"Copying ----," the voice reappeared after a moment of silence.

"Copying? Writing is not my forte. Zi Nian thought to herself.

The rumbling sound behind suddenly sounded, and if you didn't copy the rhythm of death.

On this inscription is a big "instrument" word, and a few lines of small words: into a big instrument, Tianxingjian, Zi is not extinguished, light and dust, swallow **, and eight wilderness, despise the world!

Zi Nian painted casually, and the rumbling sound was even closer, like countless stones collapsing and about to bury themselves.

"It's stupid." It's that voice again.

Zi Nian carefully read the inscription again, this is not an ordinary copy, but it takes a lifetime of effort.

His gaze fell on the word light.

Zi Nian held his breath and concentrated, gathered the power of light, stretched out his index finger, and began to copy the words one by one, every touch of the fingers, implicating the body, all the meridians of the body, as if born for this word, this is a wonderful feeling.

The body follows the sensations, and the sensations follow the fingers......

After writing the words, and then the small characters at the back, Zi Nian completed it in one go.

The whole inscription was shining with golden light, and the Purple Year was bathed in golden light, and every word seemed to be jumping, rearranging and combining in the air, and their light re-entered the Seven Souls and Six Spirits of the Purple Year.

Zi Nian calmed down, opened his eyes, and pushed open the inscription of the instrument, effortlessly.

A new force has been infused to make the Light even stronger.

The second inscription. Wind.

The wind ----- the wind is continuous, the sail is rising to the clouds, the Dapeng spreads its wings, the nine thousand are thousand, above the clouds, looking up to the heavens and the earth!

The wind, Zi Nian's gaze fell on the wind, which was to use the power of the wind to imitate.

The elegant posture and flowing water technique converge and diverge the wind......

"You can teach." It's still the man's voice.

The third inscription.

Dust. Clouds and moon, nine thousand miles, dust and earth, thousands of years, above 10,000 people, the fairy world is dusty, and the stone is shattering.

It's the soil, Zinian summons all the power of the soil, leaving no room for copying, the further back, the more difficult it is to copy, but the feeling in his bones tells himself that he must finish writing.

Now that you've broken in, if you give up halfway, the rumbling stones behind you can kill you at any time......

The edge of life and death is also a kind of urging power.

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