There was another illusion in the starry sky, but this time it was no longer a scene of killing and blood, but to the side of a peaceful lotus pond.

A woman dressed in light green was gently stroking the piano on the side of the lotus pond, and the sound could not be heard, but it should be very elegant.

A young man sat at a stone table on one side, eating pastries, listening to a woman playing the piano, and enjoying his face, it was Pangu. Thinking that the sound of the piano should be like the sound of heaven, it attracted flocks of birds and dozens of butterflies to dance in the lotus pond, which was beautiful.

Surprisingly, there were a large number of budding hibiscus flowers in the lotus pond, and they were also competing to bloom at this moment.

After a long time, the woman held down the strings, stopped, and looked at the pond as if she was saying something. Pangu also said a few words, as if he had said something embarrassing, a little reluctant.

But the woman smiled, her face was flushed, fresh and beautiful, and she said something with a smile.

"The proud bones are stained with wind and dew, and their hearts are to the rock. The house is full of good spring, and I love Snow Hibiscus alone!"

The pear blossom on the side suddenly whispered softly, as if it was a poem. Zhaoming immediately asked in surprise, "What are you reading?"

Rika pointed to the picture: "Read the poems they said!"

"Isn't there no voice? How do you know the Dao?" Zhao Ming was stunned. These images may be real Pangu memories, but only the pictures have no sound.

Rika glanced at him with disdain: "Who said that you have to have a voice to know what others say, don't you have lips?"

"Lip language!" Zhaoming was stunned, he didn't expect Pear Blossom to have this ability.

Sun Jiuyang on the side frowned and said, "Miss Ji, who is this woman?" It seems that she has a good relationship with Pangu, but what about Doumu Xingjun?"

"What Miss Ji?" Zhaoming asked again.

Sun Jiuyang pointed ahead, but found that the illusion in the starry sky had disappeared, so he could only say: "It's that woman, Pangu calls her Miss Ji." ”

"How do you know about the Dao?" Zhao Ming asked in surprise. Could it be that you are the only one who can't hear the sound?

"Lip language!" Sun Jiuyang glanced at him strangely: "Walking in the world, one of the necessary means of survival, not every piece of information is received with ears, and eyes are more important." Won't you?"

Zhao Ming is surprised, what kind of bullshit ability is this, I am afraid that more than nine out of ten will not be able to do it in the world. But there are two people around me. Originally, he should be normal, but when he compares the number of people, he is not normal.

In an instant, ripples flashed ahead, and a lotus pond appeared.

A beautiful woman stepped on a lotus flower with bare feet and danced gently, with a white face, green silk and ink dyeing, raising her wrists and low eyebrows, and gently soothing her hands. The graceful body turns and shakes off on the flowers, like flowing water. Long black silk fluttered messily in the wind, reflecting the moonlight, and it was like three thousand milky ways.

A young man sat on the grass on the side of the lotus pond and watched quietly, drinking a little wine, his face a little intoxicated.

"This pervert!" Rika couldn't help but mutter.

If this is really Pangu's memory, it should be a random picture. This scene may have been a long time away from the previous one, but for the three of them. It's as if Pangu had just finished playing the piano with the woman in green over there, and then ran here to watch the barefoot woman dance.

It's just that the picture in front of me is a little beautiful. Let a few people also look at Mo without talking.

But immediately there was a scene that made the three of them dumbfounded, Pangu, who was drinking by the pond, suddenly stood up, and actually jumped with the barefoot woman next to him. But the posture was indescribably ugly, like a toad writhing.

Unexpectedly, Pangu had such a scene in the past, Sun Jiuyang exclaimed: "If I can make a note of this picture, I don't know if Lu Dao can blackmail Pangu." But Doumu Xingjun's dancing is so beautiful!"

It turns out that this barefoot woman is called Doumu Xingjun. Zhao Ming secretly wrote it down in his heart.

I don't know if Lu Dao is because of what Sun Jiuyang said, the picture in front of him flashed, and turned into other illusions.

There are refining divine soldiers, there are night battles and eight wildernesses, and there are also spending time with people before the moon. All kinds of images appear randomly, and there are constantly repeated scenes. And the most repeated is the picture of listening to the sound of silk and bamboo with that girl Ji by the lotus pond.

Sun Jiuyang shook his head and sighed: "No wonder Doumu Xingjun is often sad and burst into tears, it turns out that the most important thing in Pangu's heart is not her, but this Ji girl!"

Then he frowned again: "Doumu Xingjun has been reborn, but I don't know where this Ji girl is now." ”

Zhaoming didn't speak, Sun Jiuyang seemed to know a lot about Pangu's life, at least many characters in Pangu's memory fragments, he could call out the names.

The ripples flashed in front of him, and the picture turned again, and he was in the starry sky again.

Pangu had a big bell on his head, appearing proudly, with an expressionless face, but in his eyes, he could see indelible grief and indignation. The ice crumbled in front of it, and within a few moments, a man with a mountain above his head and a snake tail appeared on his head.

"It's him!" Sun Jiuyang exclaimed, his face was shocked, and he even trembled, which showed that he was afraid in his heart.

The person who can make Sun Jiuyang afraid of being like this is really rare to see in the whole world. Even if he is the high priest of the Wu clan, Sun Jiuyang only says it from time to time, but in Zhaoming's opinion, it is more of a kind of humor, and he is not afraid.

"Who is this man?" asked Rika.

Sun Jiuyang shook his head: "Don't say it, don't say it! In short, this guy is a ruthless person, and even my master is a little afraid of him." He was Pangu's biggest enemy in the past, and it was because of him that he had this new world. ”

seems to be an opponent in fate, the two met without too many words, and immediately attacked. At this time, Pangu's strength was indescribable, whether it was chasing hundreds of millions of immortal kings in the starry sky before or pulling a bow and arrows on the island to shoot down ten golden crows, it was less than one ten-thousandth of a blind person.

Maybe the emperor can't describe it, and the supreme may not be able to do it, and the Pangu in the picture is afraid that he has reached the strongest moment of his peak. But Rao is like this, but he has no way to take the half-human, half-snake powerhouse opposite, no matter how he makes a move, he is helpless.

It's a protracted battle, and there's no sense of winning or losing until the screen disappears.

When the ripples flashed, the picture changed again, and in the endless chaos, an axe traversed the universe, shattering the void, and splitting the egg-like chaos in half. An infinitely tall figure appeared in the shattered chaos, holding its head high and holding it open.

"Pangu has opened the world!" Sun Jiuyang exclaimed.

As soon as the words fell, I saw a majestic figure appear in the chaos, it was Pangu.

The illusion that should have only been a picture appeared in bursts of sounds, flashing with light, and there seemed to be a simple and simple sound, as if an obvious sound appeared. This is the voice of the beginning of heaven and earth, the perception of the extremely strong people, and the things that cultivators dream of and pursue all their lives.

The three of them didn't think much about it anymore, and they all focused on it, hoping to hear one or two clearly. But the sound of the road was fleeting, and the three of them did their best, like a dragon's claw in the clouds, hazy.

Just as he was about to sigh, suddenly chaos shattered, the starry sky collapsed, and an object wrapped in black light, releasing colorful light and flying out of the endless starry universe. It's getting closer, and overall, it's square.

After getting a little closer, Zhaoming exclaimed: "It's a coffin!"

The flying thing, boxy, pitch black, I don't know if the road has been painted with black paint or born like this, it is clearly a coffin, simple and simple.

In an instant, Zhaoming suddenly felt his blood and qi rolling, his heart beating like thunder, and the feeling that seemed to resonate appeared again, clearly emanating from this coffin.

What's in there...... There was a burst of consternation in their hearts, and the three of them looked at each other, all of them didn't know what to say.

"Couldn't it be Pangu's coffin?" Sun Jiuyang said in a low voice, with a burst of fear in his heart, and he couldn't help but shiver several times.

"How is it possible!" Pear Blossom shook her head: "Pangu opened the world and incarnated all things, even the primordial gods are gone, let alone the physical body, how can they need a coffin?"

Zhaoming didn't speak, and couldn't help but fly slowly towards the coffin.

"What are you going to do?" Sun Jiuyang hurriedly pulled him down.

Zhaoming's breathing became heavy, looking at the coffin in front of him and said, "I feel like he's calling me." ”

"You're crazy, it's just a fantasy, it's not real...... Oh my God!" Sun Jiuyang suddenly exclaimed loudly: "This is not an illusion, this is true." ”

The pictures I saw before were all limited to a certain starry sky, but this coffin flew out of that starry sky, getting closer and closer to the three of them.

"I want to see what's inside, what will resonate with my body, my primordial spirit, and even my soul!" Zhaoming said with a solemn face.

Sun Jiuyang shook his head: "You don't need to go over, just wait for him to come over and see what there is!"

The three of them immediately moved their positions, stood at a suitable angle, and watched the coffin get closer and closer, only to find that the coffin had no lid and was empty.

When you get closer, you can finally see what's going on inside.

The faces of the three of them changed greatly, and they gasped, and there was a young man lying inside, with his eyes closed, motionless, like a corpse, exactly the same as Zhaoming, he didn't feel half of his breath, but there was an indescribable coercion, which made Sun Jiuyang and Lihua feel like they wanted to kneel and worship, but Zhaoming was not affected and stood tall.

But the shock in his heart was no worse than that of the two of them, anyone who saw a person who was exactly like himself would be like this, not to mention that this person might still be Pangu.

"It's really Pangu, but is he dead or alive?" Sun Jiuyang asked in a trembling voice, sparing him boldly, and he was also shocked when he saw this legendary myth at this moment.

What's even more frightening is that although he can't feel Pangu's breath, he doesn't seem to be half dead at the moment, as if he is still a living body, just sleeping.

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly heard a scream from Pear Blossom, and Zhaoming immediately felt his scalp tingle and his heart beat wildly.

I saw that Rika turned her back to the coffin and flew over, although the speed was not very fast, but it looked like someone was pulling her. (To be continued......)