Ling Qiancheng still took it, and an image suddenly came into his mind......

He turned into a teenager, and the river could reflect the appearance of "him" at this time, which should be the appearance of the Night Emperor when he was young.

With his previous experience, Ling Qiancheng understood that he had entered the first perspective of the Night Emperor Heaven and experienced the story of the Night Emperor Heaven.

Another beautiful girl could be reflected in the river, puffing out her cheeks and looking very angry.

Emperor Tian kicked the stones by the river on Chinese New Year's Eve, his tone was a little guilty, but firm: "I have fallen into a bottleneck, I must go out, I want to break through, I want to become the strongest person under this starry sky!"

The girl beside him said angrily: "Bastard, big bastard, you are gone, what should I do? I want to go with you!"

The young man sighed, "If your father does not allow it, he will definitely chase us for thousands of miles! I don't want the incident of a year ago to repeat it...... This time, I'm going alone!"

The girl was so angry that she was about to cry: "You said you wanted to marry me, do you want to repay the debt now?"

The young man shook his head and said, "No, when I have a successful experience, I will come back and marry you, you wait for me!"

After that, as if he was worried that he would regret it, he just stepped on the river and galloped to the other side.

The girl behind her cried: "Bastard, the ghost is waiting for you, I will decide to forget you now!"

Then, in the image is a snowflake, and I only vaguely feel that the Night Emperor is getting stronger and stronger, and time is passing rapidly.

Finally, the snowflakes disappeared......

The Night Emperor Tian stood by the river again, but the reflection of the river reflected that the Night Emperor Tian was already an adult, and he finally returned to his hometown.

In the courtyard of a house not far from the river, a gray-haired old woman sat alone on a stone chair, on crutches, staring blankly at the door, and her face was still the color of the girl back then.

When she saw the appearance of the Night Emperor, tears immediately poured out slowly, and she used all her strength to barely let herself stand up tremblingly.

The Night Emperor Tian was also full of tears, and hugged the old woman tightly into his arms.

I only heard the old woman say in an extremely old voice: "Bastard, I've been waiting for you, I've been waiting for you, you're finally back, woo-"

Then, another snowflake......

The snowflakes disappeared again, and it was a lonely grave.

After the Night Emperor Tian stood for a long time, he moved slowly, and a set of boxing techniques was unfolded, which was extremely slow at first, but it was getting faster and faster, because it was from the perspective of the Night Emperor Tian, and he could feel the intense and extremely sad meaning, and self-blame and guilt were mixed in the fist intent, which made this set of boxing techniques extraordinarily impactful.

When the demonstration of this mastery of boxing is completed, the operation of the boxing method and essentials have been imprinted into the spiritual sea of the audience.

It is completely different from the small martial arts or small fragments that I gained when I climbed the mountain before, this is a complete set of amazing martial arts.

Ling Qiancheng detached from the image, but he still had that depression, the softest string in his heart, as if it had also been played, and then he saw that the five true martial artists were facing him, presumably behind the smoke was a look of curiosity, he quickly stuffed the light cake to one of them, and said, "If you have failed others, you are not allowed to look at it!"

“......”

In the depths of the fluorescent shijie, rare snowflake-shaped fluorescent spots, Feng Qinglang also discovered these strange existences.

He even used the laws of time and space, but after many consecutive unsuccessful captures, he began to look for rules, and tried to capture each law one by one, and finally, he found that each point of light has a law suitable for capture, for example, the snowflake point in front of him is only suitable for grabbing with the law of thunder, if you use other laws, you may have to try hundreds or thousands of times before you have a chance to take it down. Although this method is very exhausting, Feng Qinglang still believes that he should be more efficient than others.

After mastering the rules, the speed of obtaining the light cake gradually accelerated, and he got more and more relevant images, and he became more and more aware of the life of the Night Emperor, and there were many of the unique learnings that made Feng Qinglang also amazed, but this was not what he wanted, he just wanted to get the Holy Spirit Formula.

This piece of fluorescent shijie is extremely vast, on the way, he has also encountered other people, can get here, most of them are above the real martial arts, generally Feng Qinglang mixed with the code, after all, the Holy Spirit and the code of the Doom tribe, he has mastered, if he really can't mix, he has to kill, then, the other party's previous harvest will also fall into his pocket.

When he killed a true martial artist, he not only got the various fragments that the opponent had harvested before, but also saw that the other party had dropped several pieces of light cakes, and Feng Qinglang's eyes lit up.

Next, he naturally changed his strategy, and while continuing to collect light cakes, he hit all the objects that could be killed.

Of course, he was worried that Beatrice had also run here, so after exchanging the code, he would add a special sentence: "Under the Falling Cloud Mountains, can the magic steel stone be pecked with his fingers?" If it was Beatrice, he would naturally be able to understand.

Finally, after the light cake synthesized by three snowflakes and fluorescent light arrived, Feng Qinglang saw a completely different image......

The torrential rain drenched this shijie completely.

The perspective of this substitution does not seem to be the Night Emperor, because the emotions are full of inferiority and self-pity, and the abdomen is constantly rising and contracting, Feng Qinglang can feel the thoughts of the substituted characters this time: I have it, I actually have it, what should I do......

Feng Qinglang was shocked, is this time from a woman's perspective?

The owner of the first perspective pushed the door and walked into a tavern, the bell on the door responded with two crisp welcomes, she shook her head very weakly, and she didn't know whether it was tears or rain that she threw away......

full of sorrow and grievances......

His eyes were searching, and he finally locked on someone, who had a circle of white cloth wrapped around his head, and sat in that familiar position, as calm and calm as ever, seeing his arrival, he first frowned slightly, showing a little helplessness, and then turned his head out of the window again.

Feng Qinglang wondered in his heart, this person is a little familiar, where have you seen it? But there is no reason, this is shijie thousands of years ago......

The effect of alcohol is even stronger, Feng Qinglang can completely feel the drunkenness of this first-person master, and even the spiritual sea is turbulent, but that burst of anger cannot be suppressed, she sat opposite the person, and tried to calm down: "Angry waves, I have it!" The voice was full of thick tremors, as if she was worried that the other party would say a terrible answer, which would definitely be more deafening than the thunder outside the window.

Feng Qinglang was shocked again, this person is the angry waves! and Ancestor Di. The legend of the raging waves, the raging winds, has always been an eternal theme in the mouth of the Alans bard!

No wonder he is familiar, he has seen the illustrated books and stone sculptures he has seen......

But who is the woman who is in this perspective now? She has the flesh and blood of the angry waves?

The angry waves were still so calm, looking at themselves, there was even a hint of mockery in their eyes, but they didn't say anything.

The owner of the first perspective was angry and roared, "Angry waves, I have it!"

The raised voice attracted the attention of others, and even the waitress passing by secretly observed her position.

Feng Qinglang can even feel the angry thoughts of the owner of this first-person perspective, the angry waves, the legend in the storm hunter, hum, but if he doesn't deal with this matter well, it will become a stain on his life.

"Can you be quiet?" Angry Waves was a little helpless, his voice was as pleasant as ever, but the unsettling was completely maddening.

The master of the first perspective said angrily: "Fulang, you bastard, I have our flesh and blood, are you indifferent?"

The helpless look in the eyes of the angry waves was even worse, but his face was still calm, but there was an uproar all around.

Finally, he met the gaze of the first-person master, and said softly: "Dear Night Emperor, okay, if you really have it, you can give birth to the child, and I will be responsible!"

There was a burst of laughter all around, and the consciousness of the master from the first perspective gradually blurred, and he could vaguely hear their discussion, Ye Ditian, a fool, must have drunk too much......

Then, the image is full of snowflakes......

Feng Qinglang's mind was also full of snowflakes, he felt that he had been fooled, and the Night Emperor was really a bastard......

However, did he actually have a relationship with the sages of Fury?

Soon, the image went from blurry to clear again......

was still angry, and only listened to him: "Your set of punches is very interesting, is it to mourn his deceased wife...... Um, well, you made the family wait for fifty years...... After listening to your story, I'm even more sure that you're a beast!"