The little monk waited quietly in place, he was very confident, no matter what means Qin Hao had, he could deal with it, in the face of absolute strength, everything was in vain.

He was born with red lips and white teeth, and his appearance was delicate, but now, his face was covered with blood, which was all the blood of a crooked mouth, and he himself was not harmed.

Qin Hao walked out of the hut, he had calmed down, just like a person, after experiencing struggle and despair, if he found that he couldn't change the result at all, in this case, people would make great changes.

Just like in love, the injured party will always smile and wave his hand, say fucked blessings, wish the other party happiness, and then it will change, and in the years to come, in terms of love, this person will become extremely cold.

Qin Hao is the same, one unbelievable thing after another happens, facing life and death again and again, and every time, he is like a puppet with a string, being played with, after the collapse, he sees it, it's a big deal, just die.

This world, if you don't let me be happy, then I can build hard, no one will pass, kill one is enough, and the rest is to make money.

The little monk looked at Qin Hao in a daze, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he said in an old-fashioned manner, "Great goodness, hahaha." ”

Qin Hao held the guqin in his hand, exuding a green glow, at a glance, he knew that it was definitely not a mortal thing, in this era of the end of the law, such a treasure was too precious, and the guqin was an old object at a glance, I don't know how many years had passed, this is the most precious place, it can be preserved for so long, the guqin, there must be something very special.

Qin Hao ignored the crazy little monk, he erected the guqin and stroked it gently, as if he was greeting an old friend.

He could clearly feel the inner emotions of the guqin, it was very aggrieved and indignant, in the world, there was not even the name of the White Emperor.

Qin Hao muttered to himself, as if he was saying to someone, "This piano was once the magic weapon of the White Emperor Shaohao, and it became famous all over the world, but unfortunately, in today's world, I don't even remember the name of the White Emperor." ”

He paused for a moment and said again, "Colorful clouds, no one should forget you. ”

The little monk frowned, Qin Hao had changed too much before and after, he saw the abnormality, but he was still not afraid, let you calculate in every way, I will break it with one punch.

He has this kind of self-confidence, no matter who the enemy is, how strong he is, he still moves forward.

Qin Hao closed his eyes, his mind calmed down, it seemed that everything around him could still be seen clearly, every grass and tree, every leaf knew autumn.

He has loved music since he was a child, and he has always had a guitar with him, and his music never cares about the listener, but he is addicted to it, like a fish, swimming in the silent sea, and the simple pleasure makes him unable to extricate himself.

This time, his spirit and the guqin merged.

"Knock"

The sound of the piano sounded pleasantly, Qin Hao held the piano with one hand and gently twisted the strings with the other.

At this moment, there seemed to be a circle of ripples in the air, spreading to the surroundings, like a spider web, implicating everything.

Qin Hao had no joy or sorrow, and opened his mouth to chant "Kuha Aga!"

......

At this moment, the sun in the sky, as if alive, seemed to be rolling its body, and a large number of black spots appeared on the surface of the sun.

On this day, it was visible everywhere, and astronomers chanted, "What the hell is going on with such strong sunspots?" ”

On the boundless sea, there are waves, rolling up thousands of waves.

All over the world, there are all kinds of bad weather all kinds of suddenly, there are around the equator, sudden heavy snowfall, there are deserts, strong winds, deep mountains, lightning and thunder, and there are plains, torrential rain......

In the far woods of South America, millions of people gathered here, and they built a high platform, on which stood their sacrifices, blue faces, black robes, and an ancient scepter.

At this time, the priest stared at the sun in the sky, and he shouted in a loud voice, "Ancestor, the people have finally waited for your return. ”

He shouted "Kuha Aja!"

The millions of people, all kneeling down excitedly at this moment, leaning down to the ground, they chanted "Kuha Agha!"

The sound was like thunder, the heavens and the earth changed color, and in the depths of the endless rainforest, there were countless groups of snakes, climbing up the branches, and suddenly jumping, they rolled in the air, and in the light of the sun, they gave birth to four legs and two wings.

They flutter in the air as if they are welcoming a new life.

"Quetzalcoatl, Quetzalcoatl!!"

None of the millions of people looked up, and when they heard the sound of sacrifice, they all looked in unison.

For thousands of years, their totems have always been legends and myths, but at this moment, they really appeared, and the crowd was completely boiling!

......

"Knock"

This sound came into the ears of the little monk, a very ordinary piano sound, but in his heart, there was a monstrous wave, he felt uneasy and terrifying, as if there was a desolate beast reviving, and the target was him.

He subconsciously wanted to leave, but at this moment, this area was like a rain of fire.

What did he see!

Countless golden rays of sunlight converged, and beams of light burst down, turning into a terrifying sea of fire, like a golden hell, the temperature was constantly rising, and the space was distorted.

At this moment, when the sound of the piano sounded, the guqin seemed to be under some kind of huge pressure, first the strings were broken, and then the whole body of the piano was shattered.

"Poof"

Qin Hao vomited blood, his eyes were still calm, it was a kind of blandness that looked at death as home, he was ready to die.

He knows that he is Dikal, Dikar is himself, he uses the guqin as a medium, the sound of the qin as a line, through endless time and space, sacrificing his life to the sun, he knows that there is a special connection between himself and the sun.

Sure enough, countless powers came from the depths of the starry sky and converged in his body, even though his flesh and blood were burning, but, he finally smiled, this feeling was good, as if he was the master of all things, waving his hand, he could take the sky and the moon.

He looked at the fragments of the guqin all over the ground, and was a little ashamed, as if the hope entrusted to him by the White Emperor was all shattered.

The crooked mouth is dead, and the guqin is broken.

Then there is only revenge.

White Emperor, there is no more your name in the world.

How can this be so, let this world see, and your figure is shining on the past and the present.

He took a strange pose, slowly accumulating strength, and the golden light around him, jumping wildly, converged here.

Behind him, a golden figure slowly gathered, like a golden giant, shining in the heavens and the earth.

The little monk's face was gloomy, and he stared at Qin Hao deadly.

He didn't sit still, he folded his hands and stood on his chest.

He began to chant a verse, and his voice grew louder and louder, until, like thunder, rolled in.

His expression was constantly changing, sometimes compassionate, sometimes mad.

He shouted, "Past life, this life, future, good and evil have no memory!!

With his roar, there was really a long river of time and space going upstream, and a passage appeared out of thin air, through the golden flames, straight to the sky, and hooked up to the unknown.

It seems that there are really countless spaces and planes, and there are countless Buddha statues coming out of the passage, all of which are of different colors, some of them are frightened, some are compassionate, and some are compassionate......

At this moment, they clasped their hands together and chanted together, "One thought is pure, and the heart is a lotus flower." ”

The little monk also folded his hands, bowed slightly and said, "Amitabha." ”

Countless Buddha statues began to converge, until behind the little monk gathered a golden Buddha, and the big Buddha was full of lotus flowers.