After a roar that seemed to be crazy, seemed to be confused, seemed to be desperate, and couldn't tell what it was.

The musician's body suddenly shattered, turned into background notes, and disappeared into the sky, never to be seen again.

Qin Yang turned his head and looked up at the sky, his mouth slightly open, and he looked confused.

This time I was really confused.

He didn't expect that things would develop like this.

It's just to ask the musician for advice on the Heavenly Demon Score, after all, that trick speculates that this kind of evil score can be made, and there are some runes that seem to be unique to the musician, and there are nine times out of ten that the Heavenly Demon Score is composed by the musician.

Unexpectedly, after the musician read the Heavenly Demon Score, he went crazy.

Qin Yang didn't come back for a long time.

"No, I can't!"

In his heart, the twelve divisions of the ancient human race that he knew, the musicians and painters might all be the ones with the highest qualifications.

Especially after seeing that the musician is obviously not an autistic boy, it stands to reason that this kind of guy, with both advantages and disadvantages, seems to be a particularly obvious type.

What do you think......

Qin Yang sighed, forget it, it may be different from what he thought.

The puppeteer is suspected to be a real puppeteer, and one of the other twelve divisions here must be a real person pretending to be a copycat.

In the end, there is a big gap between the cottage and the real Twelfth Division.

looks cheerful and free, but in fact it is a glass heart, which can be understood.

Even if there is no musician to guide him, he gives him knowledge, so if you study it yourself, you should be able to study it.

I probably scanned the music theory gift package given by the musician, and it does contain a lot of unique runes for musicians, from the most basic to various advanced, which is very comprehensive.

As soon as the thought moved, he entered his heart, and greeted the killer Qin Yang, asking him to make some time, study it well, and share it when the time comes.

The killer Qin Yang responded, indicating that he understood.

After Gou Qinyang left, he waved his hand, and thousands of phantom screens appeared, and on each screen, some of the classics that Gou Qinyang had scavenged before appeared.

He is integrating these texts, and those who are connected to each other are also reorganizing them.

With a wave of his hand, the musician's gift bag appeared in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, these memories turned into countless musical instruments, and volumes of books hung over each instrument.

The killer Qin Yang began to tidy up with an expressionless face, trying to learn systematically, there is a high-end music body, from a high vantage point, and it is easier to understand the systematic learning foundation.

Dog Qinyang is still working diligently outside, rescuing classics that may be lost.

The Blood Lama was already going crazy, and he slowly made up for the lost memories in his brain, deduced the truth about this world, and naturally regarded Emperor Ying as his biggest enemy.

He is advancing frantically, and the team under his command is getting bigger and bigger, and the opposing team is getting weaker and weaker, and it is simply devastating to advance all the way.

But at this time, the masters of various races have already emerged, but the top powerhouses of the human race have not seen any masters who have left their names in history.

......

In a mountain courtyard, two masters with names and surnames appear here.

The mute painter sat there quietly, and the woman with a gentle temperament walked out of the painting, poured tea for the others with a smile, and stood quietly behind the painter after finishing the work.

Sitting next to him was a teenager with a slightly bluish complexion and a neck covered in thin scales, behind which stood a giant with arms above his knees.

This is the Demon Master.

After sitting for a while, the demon master couldn't sit still, he got up, came to the door, searched around, and stopped in front of a bluestone on the ground.

He held out a finger and tapped it lightly.

A little spiritual light did not enter the bluestone, and after a while, the halo enveloped the entire bluestone, slowly turning into a human form, the light dissipated, and a green-haired boy in green clothes appeared.

The boy bowed his head and bowed.

"The little demon thanked the adults for their kindness. ”

"I have something to ask you, who is the owner of this place, and why did he bring us here?"

"The little demon only knows that the owner of this place is an old man with black eyes, but the others don't know. ”

"Well, you can go on your own. ”

"The little demon is willing to serve the adults. "This little demon has just been civilized, but he is not stupid, and he knows that the golden thighs are right in front of him.

The demon master nodded, disapproving, the little demon was very eye-catching and began to be busy, collecting dew and picking spirit fruits.

Not long after, one of Meng Yi's feet landed in the courtyard, and in the blink of an eye, he entered the house, so fast that it was difficult for the eyes of the painter and the demon master to lock.

The painter and the demon master glanced at each other, and the demon master was the first to speak.

"With the end of the world forbidden, integrated into the retreat, and even reached the realm of transformation in this way, under the whole world, on this way alone, there is no one like the right, what do you call it?"

"Daomen, the one hundred and eighty-eighth generation of mausoleum keepers, Meng Yi. Meng Yi waved his hands in salute.

The painter and the demon master, hearing this self-reported family, and then thinking of the recent boiling rumors, the information that should have been contained in it.

After a few people chatted for a while.

A faint medicinal fragrance brushed the tips of everyone's noses, followed by a coughing sound.

In the mist that rose at some point outside the door, a woman dressed in white, with long hair like a waterfall, but with a sickly face and a very weak temperament, stepped in and waved her hand.

"I've seen painters and demon masters. ”

And the painter and the demon master immediately stood up and returned the salute very solemnly.

"Doctor, don't come unharmed. ”

"Well, it's okay...... cough ......" Before the doctor could finish his sentence, he began to cough violently again.

She coughed up a mouthful of blood, her complexion became worse and worse, and the weak temperament that came to her face was almost about to turn into substance.

Seeing this scene, the painter and the demon master's faces changed slightly, and they hurriedly retreated.

The corners of Meng Yi's mouth also began to twitch slightly, and he stepped back together.

The feminine qi on the doctor's body became more and more vigorous, the temperature around her plummeted, the yang energy was exhausted, and her vitality seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

When the yin is at its peak, a little yang energy emerges in the center, and in the blink of an eye, the yin energy is swept away, and the yang energy is like the fire of the sun, bursting out.

The woman with long hair like a waterfall, a thin body, and a soft and weak woman quickly changed into a handsome man full of masculinity.

The yang energy slowly converged, but everyone present could still see that this man who was still quite thin was still rising, and his body was slowly developing in the direction of the muscular man, and thin soft whiskers began to emerge around his lips.

At the moment of the reversal of yin and yang, everything around him for miles turned into nothingness, and those things simply could not withstand this extreme reversal.

The doctor arched his hand and laughed.

"Forgive me, you also know that when I was sick, my self-protection power was slightly poor, and I knew that when I came to see you, I kept suppressing it. ”

Even if it's not the first time I've seen them, the faces of the painter and the demon master are still a little weird.

According to the doctor's own words, this is a congenital disease that he/she carries, and there is no solution at all, and in today's realm, it will no longer affect life, except that it is a little dangerous when transforming.

With a wave of his hand, the physician regrouped a mansion beside him, and after sitting down again, the physician stretched out his hand and pointed at Meng Yi.

"This Mr. Meng, I think you already know each other. ”

"Tell me, what are you looking for us for?" said the demon master, frowning.

"I have confirmed with the musician, the rumors are true, Mr. Meng has already told me in detail, and the musician has already understood that he has disappeared. ”

"Have you already confirmed? As far as I know, the Dream Master and the Puppeteer should also be there, have you informed them?"

"The dream master is gone, and the puppeteer is in the last reincarnation and has left. ”

"Can we get out of here?" the demon master immediately caught the key point.

"We are real here, but it doesn't mean that we are also real outside, reincarnation every 10,000 years, endless, if we can't leave, our existence itself is meaningless. ”

"You I don't know, but I'm sure I can't leave. The doctor shook his head, and he smiled.

"The reason why I can confirm that the rumors are true is because when I heard Mr. Meng personally explain it in detail, I woke up a little, I never remembered, when I was sick, reflecting on myself, I can be very sure that I am not a real doctor, I leave here, and there is no way to exist.

It only takes one episode and I'm completely gone.

I speculate that I may just be a real doctor, and that those who deliberately stay here may be the backhand, or they may just leave a little bit of inheritance fire. ”

The doctor seemed to be talking about someone else's business, and he said it very freely.

The demon master was silent for a long time, and said astringently after a long time.

"You mean, that stuffy melon turned out to be a real puppeteer, and he entered here with his real body?

It turns out that he doesn't want to pay much attention to us, but in fact, he doesn't like us fakes?"

The mentality is a bit subtle.

They think that they are the most unsociable, they don't bother to care about anything big or small, and the guy who looks like you love to die is actually the most sober person.

Now there is no need to say anything more, and there is no need to be sure, the demon master also knows that he must be a fake.

Because he didn't feel anything, he didn't see the slightest sign of a breakthrough.

Suddenly, the demon master thought of something, he stretched out his finger, and a little light appeared on his fingertips, this time, instead of pointing his finger out and enlightening others, he turned to himself.

A little aura bloomed in the center of his brow, and the aura spread, enveloping him.

After a while, the aura dissipated, and the demon master slowly opened his eyes and smiled bitterly.

"That's right, I'm also fake, I have already been ignited once without knowing it. ”

The painter on the side shook his head.

said that he had also confirmed it, but did not mention how he was sure.

Seeing that several people had confirmed it, Meng Yi began to say.

"I have already told you about the cause and effect, no matter what, you will end up facing the evil monk and Emperor Ying.

Therefore, I would like to ask you to help the contemporary preachers of my sect, and it is a good fate.

The great era has begun, and how you choose is up to you. ”

They all confirmed that they were not their real selves, but they all noticed that they seemed to have traces of their true selves.

At this time, there is no choice about what to do.

Whether it is the Blood Lama or Emperor Ying, they are obviously not the kind of guys who can make good connections, in contrast, the Daomen in their impression is well-known and is the best choice.

Even, they will have these impressions, which may have been prepared in advance.

Even if it is a fake, they are not stupid, they will know how to make judgments, how to make the best choice.

......

More than a year passed in a hurry, and the army of the Blood Lama, almost never stopped, like locusts sweeping by, more and more, faster and faster.

The speed of Qin Yang's looting is already a little unable to keep up.

He has also noticed whether there may be any big guys in those alien races who are the backhands of the real body.

Then he gave up, because those people were either crossed or died.

On the contrary, on the side of the human race, there are several divisions with legends, and all of them are not bubbling.

It would be strange if Qin Yang didn't think that these people had ghosts.

Just as Qin Yang walked out of a ruin, streamers fell from the sky.

An autistic-looking guy, a short man, a muscular man, appeared in front of him.

"Doctor. ”

"Demon Master. The demon master introduced himself, and when he finished, he pointed to the painter: "This is the painter." ”

"Make a good fate, and I hope that one day, when you leave here, take us with you. ”

The two talked to themselves, and the mute painter continued to shut himself up.

After finishing the matter, without waiting for Qin Yang to react, the demon master suddenly slapped a palm on Qin Yang's chest.

A green scale appeared on Qin Yang's chest, accompanied by a large amount of knowledge.

The painter held a pen in his hand, and pointed out a little red mark on the center of Qin Yang's eyebrows.

The doctor, on the other hand, grabbed Qin Yang's wrist and also passed on a lot of knowledge.

Qin Yang's head was dizzy, and in the sea of consciousness, the waves were rolling.

At that moment, the doctor suddenly spoke.

"Hey, that's ...... Dry Heart Mantra?"

"Yes. ”

"I can't solve it, if you can find the fairy grass, you can solve it by taking it, or, you can find a way yourself. The doctor shook his head, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

The three of them happily gave their authority.

When it's over, it just disappears.

After Qin Yang came back to his senses, he rubbed his dazed head and fell into deep thought.

How did these three guys find themselves?

The purpose is so clear, it is neat, and it comes up to give away authority, which is obviously a little bit known.

Are these three guys real people? Have they awakened?

Or, is it a dirty Taoist?

I wanted to try to pull out the puppeteer, but I was afraid of any accidents, so I didn't move.

In case a puppeteer reappears and new authority emerges again, how can he take it?

The puppeteer is so stupid that he probably doesn't even know how to do the initiation.

It's business as usual, and it's been three years in a flash.

Emperor Ying is still reluctant.

Qin Yang, who had just entered a bunch of classics, suddenly noticed something different.

He stood on the ground, looking at the world under his feet, and suddenly had a feeling in his heart that he was holding something, but he didn't hold anything.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and looked at the whole world again, and it seemed that everything was different.

He had made the right choice, and he had taken some of the power.

It's just that his choice is from the foundation.

The biggest, but also the most reliable.

And the Blood Lama and Emperor Ying chose the top, which is also the most clear and the most genuine authority.

However, after Qin Yang sensed it carefully, he felt that something was not quite right.

He thought that after holding a part of the authority, he would be sensed by the Blood Lama, who had already held a part of the whole of it, and he would also sense the Blood Lama.

However, at this moment, he couldn't sense the Blood Lama at all, and he could be sure that the Blood Lama couldn't sense him.

Bottom-up, and top-down, seem to be separated.

That's not quite right.

When you enter the world of Xinhai, you can see at a glance that in the world of gray blizzards, countless light clusters in the shape of books are suspended in mid-air.

The killer Qin Yang is still busy.

"I found that this time the matter seems to be too smooth, and the most difficult to overcome the big guys are the easiest.

I feel like someone is pushing in the back, no, someone must be pushing, the other person must know a lot.

But I can't feel the malice of the other party, and I can be sure that the other party knows me very well, and it can't be someone from this world.

And if it is someone from the outside world, who can get past the barrier of the sister-in-law and enter here, as far as I know, there are not many ......."

"Didn't you already guess it, why bother to come to me again, it's a waste of time. The killer Qin Yang didn't reply to a word.

After speaking, he ignored the dog Qin Yang and continued to be busy with his business.

Dog Qin Yang sighed.

"You're right, this kind of behavior, I guess it's Uncle Meng. ”

"Don't be busy yet, I just found something about authority, it doesn't seem right, let's discuss. ”