In a small room, the man sat peacefully, with lightning flashing between his eyebrows, a huge blood-red giant blade horizontally at his side, and there seemed to be a faint sound of thunder on it, making people unconsciously want to inquire about its origin, and an octagonal thunderbolt print on his arm was bright and beautiful. Suddenly appeared on the man's slender white arm, it was hard to imagine that such a bookish person would stand at the peak of the world.

Outdoor space, agnostic!

Heaven and earth creation, ghostly workmanship,

It's like a divine power splitting in two.

The world here is clear and turbid.

Clear as the stars of the heavenly river, quiet, empty, vast, boundless,

Turbid like all living things, heavy, majestic, long, long,

In the meantime there are two springs, one on the left and one on the left,

The water of the clear spring comes up from the sky, rushes into the pool and does not return.

The water of the turbid spring came from the abyss, and as soon as it entered the pool, it was silent.

Clear boundary, clear sky, clear sky, cloudless, wind and sunshine, sunny.

Turbidity, dark clouds, lightning and thunder, storms, frost and hail.

In the interior, the man seemed to be pondering something, his face was condensed, his brows were slightly furrowed, sometimes he sighed, sometimes he was determined, and in front of him was a huge brocade silk, spread out and opened, and the marks on it were concise and to the point, 12 marks, representing 12 places, but only one mark was illusory.

The four words of the ancient text seal engraved on the map have been blurred, and they seem to have been baptized by the years and the vicissitudes of time.

Sunlight stole into the room through the windows of the cell, and with the help of the star-lit light, there were many images hanging on the walls, each of which was dear to men, men, women, children, and old people.

The man got up suddenly, and after the gust of wind, he disappeared in place, and there was a burst of laughter, and he was greeted by six people, with bright signs, piano, gun, xiao, ring, pen, and painting.

The person who caress the qin, the blue costume, the blue hair of the waterfall, if the gods in the sky, the singing should only be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world.

The man with the gun, with a yellow robe and short hair, is like a living King Kong, the gun provokes all the evil in the world, and the fist is shocking.

The person who mings Xiao is noble in black robe, demonic and black-haired, like a phantom ghost, the magic sound is difficult to hear three thousand times, and the heart is difficult to stop the sound of water and burial.

The person of the royal ring, red robe, long hair and blood red, like the god of fire in the world, stable in the middle of the fire, red flame surrounded by real gold.

The person who paints, bright and bright, young children with curly hair, such as innocent children, holding a pen and waving a book changes in the four seasons, splashing ink between the mountains and rivers.

The person who holds the pen, the dark green tree clothes, playful and cute, such as ghosts and spirits, thousands of trees gather and appear, and he is a doctor in the world.

The seven people here are the seven stars of the Thunder Clan.

When the man heard the voice, he and the six of them talked for a few moments, and then the guests sat down. The joy of sheng and bamboo here, the staggered and laughter, endless!

The sound of the piano, the mountains and flowing water, the light and dream, like a whisper, like a soft chant, all kinds of tenderness are contained in it. The man listens to it truthfully, but the man who is not aware of it.

The spear edge, sonorous golden sound, shimmering and shining, like a dragon's roar, like a tiger's roar, thousands of feet of wild sand out of it. The man is a brother in his eyes, and the person in front of him is righteous and courageous.

Xiao Ming, high and low, ghostly, like a magic sound, like a phantom sound, thousands of undead are out of it. The man regards him as a confidant, and the illusory man is as cold-blooded as ice.

Ring rhyme, when the scorching sun in the sky, nine black together, like a fire, like a flame, the sea of fire in the sky is exhausted, the man respectfully calls his brother, and the resolute person vows to burn the sky.

The power of the pen, the revival of all things, the rebirth of the destroyed grass, like the elixir, like the elixir, the creatures of heaven and earth are exhausted, the man loves his sisters, and the playful people are cute and enthusiastic.

The style of painting, the sky is bright, fresh and refined, like dawn, like hope, and everything in the painting is out of it. The man is a child in his heart, and the innocent person is a plaything

This is the power of the seven stars. Degree of literature