The cold words of the palace beauty are like a giant axe splitting down the mountain, the sky is falling apart, and the sea is crossing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Man Jianghong's consciousness was almost split in half, and the severe pain made him involuntarily withdraw from the illusion, and he looked at the auction table blankly, setting off a storm in his heart, not knowing what day it was.

He could hear that the characters in the fantasy were dressed in simple clothes and spoke ancient Chinese dialects. Only the beauty who seems to be a fairy is in the world, but she speaks a standard Chinese ordinary official dialect, and the words are correct and round.

The worst thing is that he actually feels a little familiar with the voice.

What's going on?

Although more than ten minutes have passed in the illusion, less than a minute may have passed in reality. Because the auctioneer was showing the "Night Pearl" to everyone, he said:

"The reserve price is 5 million Huaxia coins, and 1 million ...... each time you raise a card"

There are occasional discussions below, and the performance is calm.

Such a large natural bead is worth a million or two at most, and unless it is proved that some great person in history has worn it, it will be lost. There are night pearls with a price of hundreds of millions, but at least they are the size of a basketball, and there are billions of them, with a diameter of nearly two meters, like a stone mountain. As for the nighttime glow, it is not unusual, and industrial products for a few yuan can be done in minutes. In ancient times, oil lamps and candles were lit, and the light was dim, and this thing worked. And now, no one will be worse than that electricity bill.

Seeing that the auction of the last piece of the collection was about to begin, the audience paid little attention. Some look at their phones, some eat melon seeds, and some flirt...... It's all waiting for the end.

It is true that people can't blame their snobbery, and their passion has been exhausted by the twists and turns of the last round of "precious rough stones". Besides, this thing has no story, no selling point, and the price tag is too high.

"There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking...... Today we have auctioned a lot of jade, and this is the only pearl of the night...... In ancient times, Shennong's had a stone ball 'night mine', and the Spring and Autumn Warring States period had 'hanging li, weeping thorns', which were priceless and comparable to the ...... of the He's Bi"

As a dedicated auctioneer, you have to do everything you can to make a straw. But in the end, there is too little information about this collection, and Liao Ming has no focus to play. Let his mouth froth, say a thousand, say ten thousand, the famous "Hanging Li" and "Weeping Thorn" have anything to do with this little black bean?

Seeing that there was no reaction below, it may be unsuccessful, but after all, it did not maintain a 100% success rate. The gold medal auctioneer Liao Ming had a little regret and regretted putting the "little black bean" back into the crystal box.

At this time, a sign was erected in the crowd, and Liao Mingzheng's hand closing the lid stopped, and there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart. Ya was afraid that people would run away, and regardless of the fact that the bidding had not yet been announced, she shouted loudly: "Six million, No. 123 bid six million...... thinking that there are still many good people in the world. If it weren't for the charity auction, no one would have wanted this black bead.

Strictly speaking, he doesn't do it in a regular way, but no one cares.

Man Jianghong saw that someone in front of him raised a sign first, it was He Songbai.

He wanted to raise his cards to bid, but his conscious consciousness had not yet completely detached himself from the illusion, and he felt that his body did not obey his call, and he was extremely stiff.

Haiyu was ready to raise his card after the second offer, but he gave up the competition when he saw that He Songbai was one step ahead. In fact, it was his arrangement to put this night pearl at the end, so that the collectors in front of him could consume their strength and facilitate He Songbai's bidding.

Even if He Songbai doesn't shoot, Haiyu will take it. Tianfeng is a thief who dominates the world, and there are countless rare treasures in his hands, and he will not send such low-grade goods. Could it be that he had an accident and used an ordinary thing to convey a message to himself that he could not explain?

"Six million, first offer ......"

Liao Ming hurriedly grabbed the auction hammer with his right hand, and slowly buckled the lid of the crystal box with his left hand.

Just when the lid was formed into a crack, Man Jianghong felt that the severe dizziness hit again, hitting the empty city like a tide, and the waves were higher than the other.

If you fall into the illusion again, this thing will belong to someone else.

His consciousness was like a snowman melting in the sun, and he knew that he couldn't resist the spiritual fluctuations far beyond his realm, and he had to immediately assign someone to bid at any cost to win this "Night Pearl".

The thought just came to mind, his hand trembled slightly, and he wanted to raise the card, his eyes moved to the left to look for Su Guo'er, and an overwhelming tide pressed Man Jianghong into the darkness.

It was still dark and the wind and rain were much lighter.

This is a stone lawn, and in the distance, you can vaguely see flowers and trees, buildings and palaces pouring outward, as if a powerful bomb has exploded in the flat ground.

The horses neighed and the troops fled in panic. Some of the houses were on fire, and the flames were so fierce that not even the rain could extinguish them. Smoke billowed from the broken beams, and from time to time people crawled out of the broken beams, scurrying around like headless flies.

The drums sounded, dull and monotonous.

There are no passages, the rhythm is simple, and there is no soundtrack yet.

But the strange atmosphere gradually enveloped Shiping Square, the drum beat was breathless at the rapid point, and the solemn place was like frost in the air, and a heart was about to jump out of the cavity.

This is the Dharma Drum, and it is also the War Drum!

Four black-clothed men in hideous bronze masks walked out of the ruined hall, walked to the sidelines without saying a word, and sat down cross-legged in a southeast, northwest, and northwest position.

"The Return of the East"

"The Return of the South"

"The West Returns"

"The Return of the North"

After they raised their arms and shouted in turn, they pressed their hands to their knees, closed their eyes, and gradually entered the realm of selflessness. There is a white mist coming out of the top of the head, and there is an aura formed around the body, which is not invaded by wind and rain.

Immediately after the four of them, hundreds of people wearing bronze masks and dressed in black surrounded the square. As can be seen from the figures, there are old people, women, and children inside. One by one, they were silent as iron, and their eyes were as if they were dead.

The light and shadow floated, and the palace beauties in the center of the field looked at these people coldly. The wind swirled, and the rain drifted away, and it couldn't get close to her within a kilometer.

"Wu Xian, you're too old to look good. After cultivating for so many years, it took the three flowers to gather at the top. ”

The beauty is open-mouthed without any mood swings.

When the man in the east heard this, he took off his bronze mask, revealing his old and gray head, and kowtowed respectfully three times with his hands on the ground, and whimpered: "The goddess looks the same as before, and the old slave sees it today, and she ......tears with joy."

"Then you dare to go against me?"

"There are rules in the world. Goddess, the old slave can't let you kill the king of Chu......"

"Can you stop it? I'm afraid that after tonight's battle, there will be no more witches in Chudi. ”

"The goddess rides the clouds, flies the dragon, and travels all over the world, how can ordinary people stop it. But there are a lot of immortals in Chudi, there is Donghuang Taiyi in the distance, and there is Yunzhongjun in the near. Goddess - interfere with the red dust and reverse the way of heaven, so you are not afraid of them ......"

"Hahaha, just by them, a few obscene and hypocritical stinky men! Tell you, Yun Zhongjun is a big pervert, specializing in seducing little girls. Dare to bully me, and was cut in two by a sword in Yunmengze. The corpse of the immortal has a lot of essence, and the demon beasts there are cheaper, and the wild grass grows wildly, so you have to be careful when you pass by in the future.

"And the old liar of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, isn't he calling himself the Emperor of Heaven, laughing to death. I cut off my hat and ran faster than a rabbit. Also, isn't there a Queen Mother of the West in Kunlun Mountain, but it is a thousand-year-old white tiger who has become a spirit, and gathered a group of monkeys to open a peach meeting in a fake appearance, and I also overturned the table case and tore off my hair...... I tell you, all the deaths and wounds of the immortals you mentioned have been driven into the heavenly realm by me, and I will tell you that even the gate of heaven has been cut off by my sword...... When they saw that I was going to cut the gate of heaven, they cried and cried, making trouble, just like their father and mother died. I said all the gods and Buddhas, who dares to stop my sword? Hahaha, none of them dare to squeak...... Although I don't know if the heavenly realm is good or bad, it is better than being slashed by me on the spot. ”

Beauty's laughter was domineering and fierce, revealing a taste of madness.

Wu Xian couldn't make a sound, and it took a long time before he beat his chest and cried bitterly: "The goddess should protect all people, why is this?"

"Why should I protect you? Why do I want this red dust to become a pure land, I want heaven and man not to descend to earth...... Hahaha. For thousands of years, only immortals have ascended to the heavenly realm, and they have never seen celestial beings descend to earth. Lao Dan has stepped in, Shakyamuni has stepped in, have you ever come back? The Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the Western Queen Mother are not stupid, they are afraid of ascending, afraid of going to the heavenly realm, so they entrenched in the world for you to worship, they are a group of silverfish through and through. I cut off the gate of heaven, so that the heavenly people can't go down to earth even if they want to, so that the aura of the world will be completely cut off, and the dream of you sorcerers and qi refiners who dream of becoming immortals will be eliminated. Only in this way will there be the rise of science and technology thousands of years later, and the slave dog-like mortals will be able to move mountains and reclaim the sea, call for wind and rain, fly to the sky, and ride the sea of stars...... That's why, you know? You can't understand. You have been a slave for too long and too long, and once I cut off the shackles and handcuffs, you will fight with me one by one.

"It's not a butterfly flapping its wings, it's a river cut off and a history is channeled into another channel. Thousands of years from now, the world will be a sea change, not for you to imagine...... In the past, I always thought that I was a defender of history, cautious, walking on thin ice, not daring to change anything. If so, what is the point of me being here? Later, I realized that I might be the creator of history. In this case, if you say anything about reversing the way of heaven, I am the way of heaven...... Let me do the math, now Bai Qi has broken the Yingdu, according to Jingling in the east, attacking Anlu, and taking Yiling in the west. The soldiers of the king of Qingxiang were scattered and hidden in Chengyang...... Then I will kill King Qingxiang first, and then kill Bai Qi, and simply kill all the monarchs of Qin, Qi, Yan, and Zhao...... And if that wasn't enough, Greece and Carthage are fighting in Sicily, killing them all in the past...... What the hell do I want to see if history will change?"

The goddess is crazy!

The sorcerer in the bronze mask looked at each other, feeling a great sense of relief and great fear.

Only Wu Xian was in tears, and after crying for a while, he suddenly remembered something, and asked with a cower.

"What is history, and why does the goddess keep saying that she wants to change it?"

The beauty was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time before she spoke, and her voice was much calmer.

"History is the heavens, and the reason why I am in this world. Forget it, why am I talking about this, you don't understand it anyway...... Hmph, want to escape?"

The beauty raised her hand and grabbed it, and a black spot in the extreme distance was pulled in the air, and it was magnified sharply, and it was the middle-aged man who was sitting on the altar in the temple before. He was disheveled, drenched, and was restrained five or six meters above the ground by an invisible force.

Beauty looked up and sneered:

"Hmph, King Qingxiang, you are such a big dog! "Goddess Fu", "Gao Tang Fu", what do you say, I am selfish, melancholy, and I recommend myself to ...... pillow."

"Please let the goddess calm her anger......"

As soon as the four sorcerers raised their arms at the same time, their majestic aura burst out instantly. But King Qingxiang was in the hands of the other party, so they didn't dare to make a mistake, so they had to keep kowtowing and begging bitterly.

The man was terrified and screamed: "It's none of Xiao Wang's business, it was written by Song Yuna." ”

"Where is Song Yu?"

After Yingdu was breached, he was nowhere to be found. ”

"Hmph, no nonsense, I think you've lived enough. Ridiculous, stupid as a pig. Bai Qi's army besieged the city, saying that he would send a charming princess to marry, and you really ordered the city gate to be opened. I've seen stupid, I've never seen anything so stupid. Didn't you say that I should shelter all the people? Then I will seek justice for the hundreds of thousands of civilians in Chu who died unjustly, and go to die!"

The beauty shook her hand in disgust, as if to repel mosquitoes. King Qingxiang danced and flew up dozens of meters in the air and fell into the ruined palace more than 100 meters later.

More than a dozen people immediately flew away from the sidelines, and the big witches who occupied the four directions of the southeast, northwest, and northwest in the field roared in unison, revealing a faint halo on their bodies, and their momentum rose to the sky, blocking the entire square.

The drums beat again, and Wu Xian put on his mask again.

Seeing this scene, Man Jianghong thought.

The halo should be the external material form of the energy field, which is what the ancients called the "aura". In ancient Chinese philosophy, "Dao" already implies the idea of a field, while "Qi" clearly expresses the idea of a field. The ancients believed that qi was a subtle and indistinguishable substance that could be obtained through cultivation. It is present everywhere in space and can be condensed into tangible objects. The so-called qi gathering is visible and visible from the light, and if the qi is not gathered, it is invisible from the light.

This qi refers to the aura from the heavenly realm. In the pre-Qin period, sorcerers and qi refiners were inextricably linked, and their cultivation methods were quite similar, and later martial arts and cultivation were born from their inheritance.

However, qi refiners generally go alone, and the Chu State is the birthplace of Chinese witch culture, and the wizards have formed a strict organization and social class, and their role is not only to seek divination from the gods, but to integrate into the entire social life and participate in political affairs.

King Qingxiang was thrown hard by the goddess, and it is estimated that he can't be saved. Although this group of sorcerers was afraid, they could not retreat, and they had to avenge the king of Chu in all their senses. Otherwise, in the future, Wu Zai Chu will lose the foundation of survival and be spurned by everyone.

But, this is hitting the stone with an egg.

What they are fighting against is the legendary goddess.

The palace beauty has seriously subverted the image of the gentle and infatuated goddess in Chinese culture, and is an incomparably powerful, cold as frost, and a super power on the verge of madness. Man Jianghong felt that it seemed appropriate to call "witch".

The energy fields of the four wizards began to diffuse and stretch, gradually increasing, staggering and merging, and finally joined into a large net, enveloping the goddess inside. There seemed to be a big soap bubble in the center of the square, and it looked like a huge friendless amber, and the dreamlike colors flowed and changed, and the cold was overwhelming.

The goddess flicked her fingers lightly, as if a steel needle had pierced the balloon, and with a loud "bang", the closing energy circle disappeared, and the two wizards spat blood from their mouths and fell down with a "plop".

Immediately, eight people rushed out from the sidelines, and in pairs sat down behind the four wizards, and the fallen wizards also got up to breathe again. The web of energy was shrouded again, and its strength was much greater.

The goddess continued to flick her fingers carelessly, and as long as the wizard in the field was about to lose it, someone would join the spellcasting team. They increased from the first four to twelve, from twelve to twenty-eight, and from twenty-eight to sixty...... In the end, even the elderly, women, and children went up.

The silent crowd made Man Jianghong awe-inspired.

The drumming stopped, as even the drummer joined in the spellcasting. The sorcerer who had been looking for King Qingxiang had returned, carefully placed a corpse on the edge of the stone lawn, and joined in the spellcasting.

The team in the distance was still pulling, the chariots and horses were Xiaoxiao, and there was a faint sound of singing.

...... There is no way in and out, and the plains are far away......

...... The body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute......

The Chu people are fierce and fearless of life and death. It is no wonder that although Chu has three households later, Qin will die in Chu.

Man Jianghong understood that this group of witches not only wanted to avenge the King of Chu, but also a suicidal team after being broken. Only if they entangle the goddess can the army escape safely.

The energy of all the people in the field is integrated and circulating, forming an extremely strong qi network. The goddess seemed to be trapped in a sticky glue, and the slightest movement would cause the net to react violently.

The drizzle is silky and the breeze is blowing.

Several great witches were full of clothes, and the white air was steaming on their heads. The little witches were sweating profusely and panting like oxen.

The fallen leaves on the ground swished away, and the blue bricks and stone slabs were not clean.

But the goddess didn't care about this, her eyebrows twisted slightly, and she said to herself blankly:

"In history, King Qingxiang died after his defeat, could it be that I killed him in the first place? His son, King Kaolie, then ascended the throne and reused Chunshenjun, combining vertical and horizontal ...... If I don't kill King Qingxiang, how will he die, or will he not die? Could it be that I have been writing history, not changing history? Isn't it possible to change this broken history, and it will return to its original position whatever you want? Are you working hard, thinking that there is infinite freedom and infinite possibilities, but in fact, the script has been written a long time ago, but you can't see ......?"