Thinking of this, Qiu Peng no longer had any hope, put the book on the ground, and wandered around aimlessly in this room. I hope to get through it for a while, and then go down and tell them that they didn't understand anything, and that something was wrong with Jiā. The waiting time always passed very slowly, and in the end, Qiu Peng simply used this time to start an internal energy cycle. The extreme emotional movement when he came out of that illusion just now made Qiu Peng's body and jīng spirit extremely tired, and he longed for rest.

Therefore, as soon as Qiu Peng sat down cross-legged, he quickly entered a quiet steady. In the midst of meditation, Qiu Peng's jīng divine perception became more and more acute as he was completely relaxed. Suddenly, Qiu Peng felt as if there was a person beside him.

Qiu Peng thought that the old man Lone Star and Gan Dan finally couldn't wait below and ran up to see him, so he hurriedly woke up from his meditation, and when he opened his eyes, there was no one.

Qiu Peng was greatly surprised, since he had this kind of jīng divine perception ability, there had never been such a difference. Qiu Peng once again entered a meditative state, always paying attention to his perception.

Finally, when Qiu Peng's mind became calmer and his perception became more and more keen, Qiu Peng vaguely felt as if there was a jīng divine body by his side. However, when Qiu Peng opened his eyes again, the surroundings were still empty. Qiu Peng finally set his eyes on the book he threw on the ground.

"Why do I feel that there is a strange jīng divine power in this book, and I would mistake it for a person?" Qiu Peng muttered to himself. Qiu Peng stretched out his hand and put his hand on the cover of the book, condensing the divine power of the soul to see through the contents of the book and see what was hidden in the book. Strange things happened, when Qiu Peng's jīng divine sense came into contact with this book, he felt that this book did contain a strange jīng divine energy. But this jīng divine energy seems to have a kind of xenophobic special ìng, when Qiu Peng's jīng divine touch came into contact with him, a burst of extremely strong resistance bounced Qiu Peng's jīng divine touch back.

Qiu Peng was startled, opened his eyes, and calmed down, only then did he test again, Qiu Peng Zhen couldn't ask for it, he didn't cherish this opportunity, and actually fell asleep on the Book of Ruins. ”

"Senpai, do you really think he could be the one who prophesied?"

"Quite possibly. Don't you think it's a little weird that he has jīng divine power that is not inferior to mine at his age?

"What if it wasn't?" said Gandan, with a hint of worry in his tone. Then there was a period of silence, and finally the old man Lone Star said in a heavy tone: "There is no way to do it, so I have to continue to wait." After pausing for a while, the old man Lone Star continued with mixed feelings: "I think that back then, in order to find the prophesied boy, my master and I spent nearly two hundred years arranging and waiting, two hundred years, two hundred hundred years! You see, my hair is gray. ”

"Senior, I also hope that the messenger of God will appear soon, the earth has been presented, if we can't find the prophesied person, maybe we will really face the disaster of extinction......" The old man of Lone Star said in a desolate tone: "I only hope that in my lifetime, I can see the appearance of the person who is prophesied by God, then my efforts in this life for more than a hundred years will not be in vain." ”

When Qiu Peng heard this, his heart was miserable. It turned out that the book in his hand was for the so-called prophets. The old man of the lone star under the tower stayed in this Tibetan jīng pavilion only to be able to find the prophet, in order to create momentum for the prophet who was about to be born, so that as soon as the prophet was born, he could gain a powerful momentum, so that he could bear the fate of changing human history, the old man and his master sacrificed their lives. Qiu Peng looked at the book of ruins in front of him, as long as he went out now and told them what they had discovered, he would naturally become a legendary prophet, with the power to call the wind and rain on the earth. Qiu Peng imagined that he would become the prophetic savior, and his heart fluttered.

However, what followed was a wave of resentment from the bottom of my heart. Maybe it's because my parents were in the earthquake, and I could only watch them die, and the martial arts people who have surpassed ordinary people have not fulfilled their obligations as human beings at all, and they are indifferent in the face of disasters. This made Qiu Peng very negative, so that Qiu Peng lost any interest in saving Wulin, and never wanted to ask about anything related to the life and death of Wulin. A stubborn and partial character suddenly issued in the depths of Qiu Peng's heart: Why should I be this prophetic savior who is at the mercy of others? What I want to do is myself, and once I go my own way, I will definitely not be at the mercy of them. I don't want to be a prophet, and I don't want to take on any responsibility for saving the world. What I want to do is to do what I love and live the life I love. Those ideals and responsibilities are left to those big heroes. I just want to be at ease and alone. Just protect the people you deserve.

Thinking of this, he stood up calmly, straightened the book, put it on the ground, and walked out.

"Are you awake?" Hearing Qiu Peng's footsteps, Gan Dan turned his head to see Qiu Peng and said in surprise.

Qiu Peng nodded with a smile and said lightly, "I'm very sorry, I didn't understand anything." Qiu Peng saw that the expectant gaze in the eyes of Gan Dan and the old man Lone Star quickly dimmed. I couldn't help but feel guilty in my heart.

(To be continued, please visit wèn for the latest chapter.)