When he saw one of the paintings in the Wanli Scroll, Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, he seemed to see himself inside. The Scroll is composed of nine paintings, each of which seems to represent a world.

One of the paintings seems to be the world in which I live.

Yan Qing stared blankly at the 10,000-mile picture scroll across the starry sky, and a sense of incomparably absurdity arose in her heart, am I in a world in a painting?

How is this possible?

Yan Qing couldn't believe it and couldn't accept it.

The third image faded away, and it never came to mind again.

The first is a bronze ancient coffin, the second is a mysterious stone ship, and the third is a picture scroll...... Yan Qing thought carefully, and with the blood rain and wine on her body, she dyed her body red.

What do these three images portend when they appear in my mind?

Yan Qing frowned, the more she thought about the things in the picture, the more familiar they became, as if she had seen them at some point.

After feeling this kind of life all her life, Yan Qing became more and more aware that she had seen the things in the picture, especially the stone ship. But in his memory, it was simply impossible to see such things.

Then, Yan Qing suddenly discovered a possibility, that is, before he came to Shenzang Stone Island. His last memory was that of Tarzan on Earth, who appeared on Stone Island as soon as he woke up......

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At this time, a piano suddenly appeared on the stone island.

The melody of the piano is incomparably exciting, and it also carries the atmosphere of tragic spear slaughter and battle, permeated with an indignant and unyielding spirit of bravery.

Dressed in splendor, the spears are vertical and horizontal!

The dark clouds in the sky changed again, and it seemed to turn into a tragic battlefield. And the rain of blood seemed to be pouring down from the bodies of those warriors......

"Where's the sound of the piano?" asked a young man, wiping tears from his eyes.

The sudden and passionate sound of the piano on the stone island also made some teenagers curious, and they stared at the sky that had turned into a battlefield.

The simulated battlefield is very vague, and the characters inside can't be seen clearly, but it is very tragic.

"Could it be the crown prince Changqin?"

Yan Qing was also stunned, and then looked at the rouge of a big red palace robe, at this time, the rouge's big red palace robe and the blood rain seemed to have fused together, and it was impossible to tell that it was blood rain and that it was a palace robe.

The whole person is blood!

In front of the stone island, there is an incomparably huge beast, roaring in the sky.

The giant beast's whole body was pitch black, and there were pieces of tortoiseshell-like beast armor on its body, flashing with bursts of cold light. Behind him, there are two black iron cables with thick bowl mouths, looming in the sea of clouds.

The giant rope has been tempered thousands of times, thick and strong, and a little black light makes it look extremely cold.

It is locked on a stone island.

The giant beast walked step by step in the sea of clouds, and its steps were very heavy, and it wanted to break free but couldn't, so it could only move forward step by step.

On that incomparably huge beast, a young man in yellow was looking up to the sky and roaring.

On his body, there is a guqin that is more than a foot long.

The piano has fifty strings.

I saw the hands of the young man in yellow suddenly fall on the strings, hooking, ticking, and wiping with his right hand, and chanting, squeezing, and annotating with his left hand.

The melody is incomparably exciting!

In the aura of the battle of the spear, there is an indignant and unyielding spirit of bravery.

"Rush to the crown!"

The young man in yellow said violently, plucked the eighth string, his long hair flew flying, and his body exuded a sense of anger, and the clothes hunted and hunted.

"Angry!"

The young man in yellow was furious, plucked the ninth string, raised his eyes, looked up to the sky and roared, fierce and iron-clad.

"Shen Ming!"

The tenth string moves.

"Throw your sword!"

The eleventh string moves.

The young man in yellow was sad and indignant, and then cried and burst into tears.

Although his eyes have been closed, tears continue to flow, and his heart is extremely sad and indignant. The hands kept plucking back and forth on the strings, and the sound of the piano became more intense and sadder than the other.

The wind stops at the beginning of the Xuanqi, the people and ghosts are silent, the ruler jumps on the piano plate, the thoughts slide on the fingertips, the emotions flow in the five mysteries, and the sounds of heaven echo in the sky.

The sound of the piano is loud and sounding, shocking the world and crying ghosts and gods.

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"Prince Changqin!"

At this time, Rouge turned around and spit out a few words at Yan Qing.

As Yan Qing looked ahead, Shi Dao trembled suddenly, and then heard a roar that he could never forget.

The roar, with supreme majesty and a ferocious killing aura, broke through the sea of clouds.

Under this roar, the sea of clouds instantly boiled like water, and then surged like waves. At the same time, it also shook this stone island with a radius of 200 miles.

Anger soared into the sky.

"The day I am reborn will be the time when blood will wash the heavens and all the worlds!"

This roar appeared, and in a moment, all the teenagers on the stone island were stunned, and their ears seemed to explode, and even the blood and qi in their bodies were tumbling and surging.

The blood, as if it was about to break through the blood, was extremely surging.

This roar came from under the sea of clouds on Stone Island.

Under the sea of clouds, as far as the eye can see, it is all wasteland, and there is no grass.

However, in the middle of this wasteland, there is a huge dead city. The dead city was shrouded in a strong air of death, and it was incomparably cold. And in the middle of the dead city, there is an unclear corpse, the corpse is more than 100 zhang high, and I don't know how many tens of thousands of years it has been dead.

The roar just now came from that corpse.

This is the roar of death!

It's a roar from the ancients!

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Even the gods were afraid and did not dare to enter the immortal mountain at will, and there was a mournful roar, which shook thousands of miles. Then, I saw a burly and strong man, rising from a majestic mountain, picking up a huge axe and hurrying out of the sky.

Half of the body of this burly, tower-like man was rotten, and a strong aura of death lingered......

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Above the endless sea of clouds, there is a majestic immortal mountain with no end in sight.

On the immortal mountain, there are majestic immortal halls, and a middle-aged man with four long swords on his back heard the sound of the bronze bell from heaven and earth, and immediately flew out of the immortal hall.

"This, this is the sorrow of the earth, who is dead?" The middle-aged man with the sword on his back had a heavy face.

The sound of the bronze bell rang one by one, showing the Liuhe Eight Desolations.

"Eighty-one sorrows from the earth, and endless blood and rain from the sky......"

The middle-aged man was suddenly stunned, looked up at the sky, stretched out his hand, and trembled to catch the blood rain. Suddenly, there was an indescribable sadness on his body, and he muttered: "This is the great sorrow of heaven and earth!"

Two tears fell from his face and sprinkled on the world.

"Haha......"

The middle-aged man suddenly went crazy, laughed with a sense of pathos, and rushed straight into the sky like a sharp arrow, breaking through the sky.

"Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, you should die!!"

Drawing one of the long swords, the sword slashed down, splitting the sea of clouds in two.

"My Emperor—"

The middle-aged man stood above the sky, thrust his long sword, and suddenly knelt down, crying out in his mouth: "Long live, long live, long live!"

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