Chapter 804: The Flooded World (I)

Torrents fell from the sky, raindrops collided with the earth, and thousands of shattering sounds overlapped in one place, turning into a roar that engulfed heaven and earth.

The water vapor is steaming, and in the deep night, even if you try your best to hold up the umbrella, it still makes people feel suffocated.

With the shaking of the ground, the huge arch slowly opened, and the thunder above the sky behind the door crossed the sky, illuminating the angular palace in the distance.

The palace man holding the lamp stood in the rain, his eyes lowered.

"My lord, please go here. ”

The palace people guided him in the torrential rain, and his scarlet coat was stained dark red by the rain, like blood flowing.

In the dark night, covered by countless rainstorms, the aether fluctuations in the palace fluctuated one after another, intertwined with each other, shaking the rain curtain, as if it was about to reach the sky, sprinkling endless coercion.

It's suffocating.

After passing through the gates of the palace, he finally came to the front of the main hall. Torrents of rain poured from under the eaves, and a faint light shone in the dark palace, illuminating his face, somewhat pale.

At the door of the main hall, the voice of the janissary was hoarse:

"Your Majesty summonsed. ”

He took a deep breath, shook off the raindrops on the hem of his clothes, lowered his head, walked into the palace, walked fifteen steps, stopped at the foot of the jade steps, and bowed down with the other two musicians:

"Weichen, I've seen Your Majesty. ”

Behind the curtains, an old voice came.

"Tai Changqing, are these three the talents you recommended for me?"

"They are disciples who have been taught by the ministers. ”

The old man who was kneeling beside the jade steps lowered his head and responded, "Even if it is not the blood of heaven and man, it is still not inferior to the dragon vein musician." ”

"Well, then, do what you think. ”

The old voice sighed, "It's just, please hurry up, I'm already old, I can't wait too long." ”

Under the jade platform, Tai Changqing did not speak, but bowed his head deeply.

The musician who helped the emperor support Aurora for 30 years is over the age of old, but he shows no signs of old age. The white hair that the celestials were proud of was no longer visible on his head, but was completely removed, replaced by a matrix that had already been imprinted into his flesh and bones.

There were no palace people to serve on the side, and the emperor behind the curtain personally stepped down and put a bloodstained scroll into Tai Changqing's hand.

"This is the map that the martial arts envoy brought back at the risk of death. ”

The old emperor said, "Please Tai Changqing go from the west, 100,000 miles—that thing is sleeping in Tianzhu." ”

Tai Changqing sighed gloomily and leaned over to bow:

"Minister, I pray that Your Majesty will think twice. ”

The emperor smiled, sat down on the jade steps tiredly, and sighed softly: "Sure enough, you are already old, Tai Changqing, the same as me." How many years will you live when I die, and what will happen when you and I die?"

Tai Changqing did not speak.

The hands holding the scroll trembled, but they refused to take it.

On the ground, they heard hoarse voices.

"Thou shalt raise thy head and look at me. ”

When they dared to look up, they saw the deep pupils that reflected their faces, and the dim lights in the hall.

The rickety emperor sat on the steps, his sumptuous crown and dragon robe unable to hide his old age and weakness.

Time is running out.

"When I'm dead, who's going to be in charge of the big picture?"

The Emperor held the supreme seal in his hand with the palm of his hand, and said to himself: "Who will support this country that is about to collapse? Is it the group of ambitious princes who are watching the imperial domain? Or are they my good nephews? Or is it my daughter who was born in the deep palace and the elder is in the hands of his wife?"

No, they can't, no one can't, this Aurora, no one can hold it...... When I die, there will be a flood. ”

The Emperor raised the seal in his hand and made them look at this supreme symbol of power, and told them:

"—it all falls apart. ”

At that moment, a chilling cold light burst out from the emperor's eyes, like a flame of light from hell, causing everyone present to bow their heads in awe and prostrate on the ground.

"I can't save it, but someone can, ten times stronger than me, a hundred times stronger, ten million times stronger. The emperor looked at this minister who supported the three dynasties, and his voice was hoarse:

"Tai Changqing, go and bring it back, bring that thing, the monster called the truth, back!"

Bring to me the successor who can rejuvenate Aurora, a monarch who can reorganize the chaos!

In the silence, the old musician bowed his head sadly:

"Minister, I will live up to Your Majesty's trust!"

At that time, he bowed to the ground with his teacher, not knowing that this distant journey would mean that he would regret it for the rest of his life.

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In the early morning, the gate to the Imperial Domain slowly opened.

Mr. Hu sent Ye Qingxuan to the door, and an attendant led a horse. Mr. Hu patted the white horse's neck and handed the reins to Ye Qingxuan, along with a package.

"This is my decree, which can allow you to pass through the imperial realm without hindrance, and this is my handwritten letter, which I will give to Your Majesty, and Your Majesty will be happy to fulfill you. ”

"Actually, you don't need a horse. ”

Ye Qingxuan smiled, "I'll just fly all the way over." ”

Mr. Hu shook his head: "Although Ye Zi you are now the King of Huang, but this is Aurora, it is better to keep a low profile - the Imperial Domain is the favored place of the blood of the dragon vein, and it has the protection of the Heavenly City, don't use the music casually, it is not good to cause misunderstandings." ”

Ye Qingxuan looked up at the sky, and when his gaze passed through the etheric realm, he could glimpse the distant city shrouded in the sky, and the towering Great Wall.

I looked at Mr. Hu's serious expression again.

"Well, this one is up to you. Ye Qingxuan sighed.

"Then I won't keep you, go. ”

Mr. Hu took a few steps back, Ye Qingxuan took the reins of the horse, turned over on the horse, and waved to Mr. Hu: "Then, let's say goodbye." Hopefully the road won't be too far. ”

"Have a nice trip. ”

Mr. Hu waved his hand: "Don't waste time here. It takes two days to get from here to China. After finding Bai Xi, take her out of here quickly, and don't care about the here. And ......"

When he said this, he paused, as if he thought of something embarrassing, so he laughed embarrassedly and shook his head, "It's nothing, go quickly!"

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him blankly, and when he saw his smile, he also laughed and rode away.

watched Ye Qingxuan's figure disappear at the end of the road.

Mr. Hu smiled, his eyes relieved.

"Goodbye. ”

He muttered softly, turned and walked into the Heavenly Gate.

Your time has come, Ye Qingxuan.

Presumably, without me to make extra points, you can wake up from the confusion, right?

You still have a chance to redeem your mistakes, better than me back then, and better than many people in this world who regret it.

No matter what you encounter, I hope you can find Shirashio.

And also......

Those were the last words that Mr. Hu never spoke.

"Don't give up on the desire to become a hero. ”

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Two days later, the earth shook.

The sky was covered by black clouds, as if the iron curtain was slowly pressing, and in the shadow of the Great Wall, it was heavily covered with the gate of heaven. Countless movements and matrices emerge from the void, and the ether fluctuates one after another, turning into a bond, tightly binding the distance between heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth coincide again, leaving only a small gap.

Tianmen Pass.

“...... The gates of heaven are closed. ”

On the war horse, Bai Heng stared at the city pass that he had crossed many times, but now he wanted to break him with his own hands...... For a while, the mood was a little complicated.

"The eldest grandson family master, according to the previous arrangement, this place will be handed over to you. ”

He turned his horse's head and threw a tiger talisman at the blue-eyed purple-haired eldest grandson, and after yawning, he disappeared into the army and never saw him again.

Even the head of the eldest grandson family didn't expect that Bai Heng would be so relieved to lose his military power to others, without any nostalgia, and he didn't even think about how to take it back.

In the sound of a sharp trumpet, the earth was turbulent, and the iron cavalry swept over, and thousands of troops and horses pushed on the earth, like a gray-black iron carpet, covering the earth little by little.

The head of the eldest grandson family dressed in white rose into the air, controlling the projection of the moon in the well, staring at the man standing alone above the gate of heaven, and arched his hand slightly:

"Mr. Hu, long time no see. ”

In front of the two armies, Mr. Hu sat on the women's wall at the head of the city without grace, and he didn't care about his own safety, but just raised his head lazily and glanced at him:

"If you have something to say, do you want to come to me, do you want to break the gate of heaven, or do you want to have a family affair with me?"

The eldest grandson Jigui smiled indifferently, and did not feel embarrassed because of the loss of face, but his eyes became solemn, and a deep voice sounded from Mr. Hu's ears.

"Tell me, Mr. Hu...... Fifteen years ago, what happened to Tai Changqing and you?"

Even though he was destined to get no answer, he still held on to the hope of what happened.

"No comment. ”

Mr. Hu's eyes were indifferent, just beating the slender iron chime on his knees, and the aftermath of the steel carried a cold chill, which made the eyes of the eldest grandson Jigui become disappointed.

"Then, I will ask the gentleman for advice. ”

Mr. Hu shook his head, "You are my senior, I haven't taught you anything, you don't deserve the title of sir, so just call me by my name." ”

The eldest grandson Ji was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.

Mr. Hu thought about it, seemed to understand something, and immediately laughed.

"For so many years after the teacher's death, everyone called me Mr. Hu, but they forgot my real name. ”

He patted his knees happily, shook his head and sighed: "Although it doesn't sound very good, I still feel a little annoyed that even the name has been forgotten."

And the bishops of the Yiren, how to think and hell. Not only do they treat people's names as surnames, but they also call people 'the sun'. Although the pronunciation is similar, it's not the same thing at all...... Forget it, forget it, let's skip the common name link. ”

He got up and flicked the dust off his hem, the flute-like iron grate in his hand spinning with a light and small sound.

"I'm ready, what about you?"

He looked at the eldest grandson Jigui, and his eyes became contemptuous, "Is it just you? I'm afraid it's not enough." ”

“......”

Eldest Sun Jibei's smile stiffened.

So many years of demeanor and self-cultivation have not made him lose his temper, but his eyes have become angry, and a gloomy light is reflected in his blue eyes.

"Then, please Mr. Hu - take a lesson!"

Collapse!

At that moment, the mournful roar of the iron chime burst out, like the outline of the scorching sun emerging from behind Mr. Hu, sprinkling a tyrannical blazing light, causing countless people to suddenly change color.

At this moment, above the outline of the scorching sun, every ray of light sprinkled was an extremely slender thread of ether, and the thin threads made of countless music theories carried an incredible penetrating power, like a sword blade that was so slender that it was difficult to detect it.

In an instant, the earth before the Gate of Heaven was in turmoil, and the hard road that had been trampled by thousands of people over the years turned into fine sand and dust, accompanied by a storm that blew into the sky.

The mournful sound of the devil crying flowed from the middle of the moon in the Huqin Well, and compared to the scorching sun, it was like flowing water, permeating in all directions, and then rising into a hazy mist.

The unobservable mist filled the sea of aether, blocking the burst of the scorching sun, and countless nature interferences were like hammers, forging the aether to form the outline of a monster.

Controlling the music theory of the two systems of summoning and forbidden, what Jing Zhongyue controls is not the ghost of the Liu family, but the other extreme of beast nature - the divinity formed by the blood of the dragon vein.

In an instant, the fog dissipated, and the Heavenly Gate emerged from the sea of ether, and countless giant spirits walked out of the door, dressed in iron clothes, with three trees in their eyes, holding halberds, stepping on hurricanes and thunder, and roaring in the sky.

They emerged from the mist, not as furious as ordinary summons, but under the constraints of the precepts, the Djinn removed the iron bow from his back, and the sound of the bowstring tightening was tingling.

As far as the eye can see, the Giant Spirit Heavenly Monarch above the wind and thunder has already occupied the heavenly dome.

At this moment, accompanied by the screams of countless swarms flapping their wings, bronze arrows engraved with countless notes were sprinkled like torrential rain, covering the entire Tianmen Pass.

This is the reason why the head of the eldest grandson family holds the military power and mainly attacks Tianmen Pass.

The music theory that the Changsun clan is responsible for in the Heavenly City is the defense and attack of the city, and what sleeps in the well and the moon is the countless thunder armies that the musicians of the Changsun clan have painstakingly created.

After hundreds of years of change, bestial infusion, and precept bondage, each djinn has the power of a giant war puppet.

Among them, there are 100,000 swords and armor, 50,000 bows, and countless arrows...... Each one is extraordinary.

The only restriction is that the eldest grandson is not good at mobilizing the ether on a large scale.

If there is enough strength to support it, or even just by himself, it will be enough to capture the Tianmen Pass!

Under the hurricane and thunder, with countless arrows engraved with dragon strike music theory, Mr. Hu raised the iron grate in his hand, the outline of the scorching sun rotated, and endless flames of light erupted.

Sun.

The sun has set.

At this moment, the scorching sun truly appeared above the material realm, spreading endless light and heat, burning the sky red and the earth scorched earth.

Within a hundred steps, everything completely evaporated and turned into dust under the tyrannical change of music theory.

With Mr. Hu's movements, the layers of seals in the shell were unsealed, and the compressed and collapsed matrix stretched again, covering the shell, like a series of iron burns, spreading to the face.

In the scorching sun, a huge phantom slowly emerged, it was a human-like silhouette, but with a cruel bestiality that humans must never marvel at, bathed in the light of fire comparable to lava, the tyrannical ape stretched its body.

From the scorching sun cast a scorn on the earth.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his palm with Mr. Hu and smashed it towards the Hehe Heavenly Palace!

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