[The second sentence: will be in the Lan Pavilion of Huiji Sanyin]

[Damn! It's really Lan Tingxu!!! 】

[A piece of paper can actually hold up a person's weight!] 】

[Yes, Lan Tingxu personally rescued the driver? ] 】

[Emperor-level treatment]

[I am so envious]

……

""Orchid Pavilion Preface"? Hmph, what's the use? ”

Yuchen's old demon eyes were bloody, and he did not hesitate to burn his soul, sacrificing the residual qi, and returned to the light for a while, with a hideous face:

"Slut! Benighted! Delusional desire to save people? Do you know that this son will be a curse in the future? Why don't you use it for me? ”

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"It's not good, it's Yin Yang Soul Magic. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In front of the wordless monument, the cloaked archers were terrified, but the distant water could not save the near fire.

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Ghost Shadow Bureau, the Four Days Ghost has just invited two old ghost seniors.

"It's a good Yuchen, and there will be quite a lot. I don't know if there are any successors. ”

The six of them were about to set off to save people, but they were shocked by the live broadcast of "Orchid Pavilion Preface" on the computer screen.

The two old-timers were indifferent to "Orchid Pavilion Preface", but they were so shocked by the quaint scroll that framed "Orchid Pavilion Preface" that they couldn't wait to plunge into the screen.

They had never tried VR before, and the previous few invitations to experience it were also excused by "dizziness".

But tonight, he snatched the VR headset directly from several descendants, came to the scene in person, and flew close to the ancient scroll.

The Evil Emperor lay on the top of the scroll in a daze, and several of the seven-headed snakes drooped down just right, making the bottom of the scroll clearly visible.

The four-day ghost also hurriedly took other equipment to keep up, but found that there were no words and no drawings on the frame.

Mounting is a special skill for decorating calligraphy, paintings, tablets, etc. The special name of ancient mounting is called "mounting", also known as "loading pool", a complete painting and calligraphy work, to make it more beautiful, as well as easy to preserve, circulation and collection, is inseparable from mounting.

Friends who play collecting know that the value of some famous paintings and calligraphy is even more than the calligraphy and painting itself.

But whether this scroll is in terms of color style or artistic heritage, in all fairness, it is just two words - perfunctory!

The dignified "Orchid Pavilion Preface", a national treasure-level sticker, how could it be framed so perfunctory?

It's hateful!

This is the treasure that the emperors of the past dynasties dreamed of, it was enjoyed exclusively by Wu Zetian after his death, and it is difficult to see the treasure of the day.

But since the ancients used this broken thing to frame the "Orchid Pavilion Preface", they naturally had their reasons, and the Four Heavenly Ghosts didn't dare to say anything, so they had to pretend to tout:

"Tut-tut! This simple framing is really back to basics, and it responds to the phrase 'the road to simplicity'. ”

"You know the!"

The sixth-ranked "old drunkard" among the old nine ghosts glanced at him, and his red rosacea nose was constantly stirring, extremely excited, almost spewing out the wine he had saved this year:

"I'm afraid it's the legendary 'Chaos Ancient Axis'!"

"That's right, that's it. Before the appearance of Chinese characters, this scroll existed. ”

The old gambler who didn't speak for a long time rubbed his boring hands, and found that this scroll was even more enjoyable than winning 100 million in bets:

"According to the Han Dynasty documents, it is rumored that the ancient axis of chaos can change its size at will, and its taste is extremely tricky, and it is not carried by non-sages. The book sage Wang Xizhi's "Orchid Pavilion Preface" was fortunate to be framed by it, which can be regarded as a blessing and opportunity. There are very few paintings and calligraphy that have been fortunate enough to be tasted by the Chaos Ancient Axis in the past dynasties. Yi Tianshi's "Heavenly Poems" was tasted by it, and after thousands of years, only half a remnant poem allowed the old man surnamed Yi to ascend to the Eight Heavenly Masters. ”

"You mean to say that the Chaos Ancient Axis has merit?" The Sky Catcher looked incredulous.

"Of course!" The old drunkard took off his VR headset and tossed his fingers:

"Since ancient times, treasures have been divided into four grades: mortal, earth, heaven, and spirit. This kind of spiritual creature is so arrogant, at first glance, it is a spiritual treasure that has already cultivated spiritual wisdom, or at least it is also a spiritual product medium. Calligraphy and painting are stored in it for a long time, and they will naturally be edified and obscure. ”

"So what are you waiting for? Such treasures, they must turn them in! ”

"Wait a minute, bad...... Broken ......"

The old gambler who took off the VR headset one step later suddenly panicked, like a new player who was playing a VR horror game for the first time, and was frightened by a certain picture and his limbs were uncoordinated. The old gentleman was grabbed by the ghost and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Fang Yan, this kid has been tricked into the soul dementorship of the Yin Yang School, and he is going to die here tonight."

"Huh? So what to do? ”

I didn't want the second elder to care about Fang Yan's life and death, but he was crying and angry:

"This bastard thing! Just now, his body was slashed by a thousand blood blades, and a body of blood essence had already flowed into the shaft hole of the Chaos Ancient Axis, and was ...... Absorbed by it! This...... How good is that? ”

The Heaven Snatching Ghost looked confused, and he couldn't tell whether the "bastard thing" scolded by the old gentleman referred to Fang Yan or the magical Chaos Scroll.

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"Wu Xinlan, the love of my life, because you changed your life against the sky, the fragrance was lost."

Yu Chen's arrow wound continued to deteriorate, but he ignored it, at this moment there was only the evil emperor in his eyes, Rao is that ancient scroll purified most of the bloody qi, but it was still not against his death, and no one could stop the most forbidden soul dementorship of the Yin and Yang family.

The shrines in the tomb of Prince Yide also have soul dementoring mechanisms, but compared to the techniques practiced by the deity, the former is just a small technique that the yin and yang soul dementoring technique is entrusted to the carrier.

"This son can't be kept, can't be kept!"

The disobedient master should live in the world. If it weren't for Shennong's guidance, there would have been no later change of life.

If you want to talk about who is right and who is wrong, the arrow master and Shennong, who dares to say that they are not at fault? After that incident, who dares to say that they have no regrets?

"Back then, my cultivation was very shallow, and I couldn't help that person. You are your kind, or descendant, of that kind of person. People like you are not supposed to exist in the world. Take your life today and save my beloved, it will be a good death for you and me. ”

Yuchen knew that his qi was exhausted, closed his eyes slightly, and fell down tremblingly, like a fallen leaf returning to his roots,

A beautiful and lovely figure appeared in front of him, as if in response to the familiar eye waves, and he smiled peacefully.

The face that I have dreamed of countless times in my dreams, after thousands of years, is still so clear.

A generation of wizards rested here, taking away the exquisite tricks and yin and yang ghost arts, and also brought the world-shocking "rebirth live broadcast". I don't know whether it's sad or gratifying, the last thing people remember is that eternal smile.

In the barrage, some cute children who can't see the tragedy make up a happy plot in their brains:

[He should have recalled the first meeting with Wu Xinlan. 】

[Yes, I also remember that only when I first see it, I will smile so brightly]

[In the end, it's nothing if you don't fall in love] (pink)

……

[What's inside, hurry up, the treasure of the refining instrument has been trained to +7]

[Re-refining is risky, be careful and refine it will explode]

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[Wuli Evil Emperor is dying, you game house is still joking here] (pink)

[Huh? Why didn't the Evil Emperor move? 】

[The Evil Emperor is asleep? 】

[I guess I'm acting, right? ] Pretending to be asleep? 】

[Your Emperor Yan likes to play, and my evil emperor generally doesn't make such jokes]

……

[The anchor is dead? 】

[The end of the whole play? Don't, I'm reluctant] (powder)

【My King is true...... Really died? 】

[Don't] (powder)

[Woo woo woo...... Fang Yan, wake up, wake up. 】

[Don't worry, everyone, it should be that my Yan Emperor is going to return]

[But why is there no heartbeat or breathing at all?] 】

……

There was a dead silence in the natural burial chamber, and the audience wished they could hear the slightest movement.

Even a breath is better than nothing.

The audience gradually realizes that the Evil Emperor is not acting. At this juncture, if you play a wave of fraudulent death, and then suddenly deceive the corpse, the effect of the show will inevitably explode. But this kind of thing can be done when Emperor Yan has a bad taste, and the Evil Emperor is not this kind of character.

People approached Fang Yan and observed the details, but came to a sad fact - there was really no sign of life.

"Fang Yan?"

Haixin called softly, since the two met, they had never heard such a gentle tone.

In front of nearly 7 million people, she shouted "Fang Yan", not the evil emperor.

Her gut told her ...... Emperor Yan, it's time to come back, because too many people are looking forward to his return.

However, after a long time, there was still no life in the tomb. The surrounding pythons who had been watching for a long time did not make a sound, solemnly looking at the ancient scroll, solemnly mourning.

The Evil Emperor lay quietly on the scroll, sleeping forever, and then resting a little.

"Mr. Lin, let's go down and collect ...... No, save people. ”

Yisuo took a deep breath, his body couldn't stop trembling, and even every pore in his body was bitter. He knew in his heart that the premiere of Genesis TV would eventually inevitably end up collecting the corpse for the anchor.

"Wait, I don't believe it...... I don't ......."

Lin Yuanshan stared straight at the screen, for five minutes, he didn't take his eyes off for a moment, although he had heard about the persecution of soul magic, he still struggled, unwilling to accept the facts, and almost shouted at the screen:

"The time has not yet come, and the number of lives has not yet been completed. Xiao Fang ...... He couldn't have died so easily. He's not dead, he's definitely still alive, I don't go down, I don't go down, you see, he'll definitely wake up, because he'...... He's going to bring everyone else back...... Won't die, won't die......"

Uncle Lin cried madly, causing people to be congested, the more he roared with confidence, the more he fell into the bubble of deceiving himself, and let others fall into a miserable state of sobriety.

"Hey."

Ichisuo sighed distressedly.

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Ten minutes passed.

The headset continued to vibrate, the single goggles flickered countless times, and countless heart-wrenching barrages emerged, but they could not wake up the deceased person.

Haixin was depressed for a long time, and he cried out with a cry:

"Fang Yan, wake up, wake up! Don't scare me, don't scare me, it's a big deal...... Big deal, I promise you. ”

As soon as these words came out, more than a dozen staff members in the tent at the foot of the mountain probed together, all kinds of embarrassment:

"First sister, you ...... You're not in the VIP channel right now, you've just been shouting in the public channel. ”

"Huh?"

Hai Xinqiao's face flushed, and she hurriedly flipped through the records.

Five minutes ago, he gently shouted "Fang Yan? ”。

Five minutes later, she forgot to switch channels and shouted the shameful cry on the public channel. (To be continued.) )