Qing Ming

The night was quiet, but Liu Qiankun's heart could not be calmed down for a long time. Three years had passed on this Arctic God Peak before he knew it.For a god who has endless life, three years may not even be considered as a glimpse, but in Liu Qiankun's view, it is especially worth cherishing. When Chu Li brought him a mixed news that day, he suffered from insomnia tonight. .

Three years of hard work finally paid off, Chu Li's womb was darkened, and he, Liu Qiankun, was going to be a father.At the same time, he also learned from Hong Xiaotian that it takes at least 3000 years for an ordinary god-man to go from being darkened to giving birth, and it takes 5000 years for a god-level powerhouse to mature.As for the double cultivation of god-level powerhouses and gods, it takes a full 8000 years. Chu Li's cultivation base is at least the quasi-god king peak powerhouse, and Liu Qiankun himself is stronger than those ancient gods. In the last two pieces of remnants, when their children were born, they had lost their fathers!

This is a cruel reality. Liu Qiankun admits that he cannot be said to be a good person, but it is absolutely unacceptable for his child to be born without a father. The endless pain seems to tear his strong heart. Even breathing has a faint tingling pain.

The beautiful woman beside him was already sound asleep, Liu Qiankun fluttered off the bed, stood on the top of the sword-like ice, let the cold wind blow his long hair, the wind was cold, and his heart was also cold.

"Qingdi, let's talk about Shangshen Peak..." An ethereal voice sounded in Liu Qiankun's ears, but he didn't have the consciousness that followed the sound. Sweeping along the direction of the sound source, he saw a kind-faced and kind-eyed man. The old man with yin deficiency sat upright in front of the ice palace on the top of the peak, holding a white jade bottle with a long neck and a big belly with interlaced palms.

"You finally appeared, let me wait." Liu Qiankun murmured to himself, his figure rose up, turned into a streamer of light and cast towards the old man.This old man has only one identity, that mysterious god Hong Xiaotian, who appeared just when Liu Qiankun was upset.

"Qingdi, you have changed." The old man looked up at Liu Qiankun and sighed leisurely.

Liu Qiankun sat cross-legged and looked directly at the old man's deep pupils without any hesitation, but what he saw was an endless starry sky: "I'm afraid I will disappoint you, because I am not Qingdi."

There was no need to hide, and he didn't intend to hide anything.In a sense, Emperor Qing created Liu Qiankun, but he was not Emperor Qing.

"Oh!" The old man was slightly surprised and then smiled: "It's not better, Qingdi is you."

Liu Qiankun frowned, then nodded, and said seriously: "I need to know where the remnant soul is, please tell the gods."

The smile on the old man's face was still there, but he didn't answer Liu Qiankun's question directly. He lifted the bottle in his palm lightly, and the bottle spun and rose slowly, suspended in front of Liu Qiankun's eyes, and the belly of the bottle became transparent. A clear picture flashed.

In the picture is a majestic palace floating in the dense white mist. The picture slowly pulls in front of the palace gate, and finally enters the palace gate. Two rows of lifelike statues, men and women, old There are few, and it is not known what kind of material they are carved from. Liu Qiankun can be sure that it is definitely not an ordinary stone, nor is it a metal jade.But after all, they are just statues, motionless.A wide aisle was left between the two rows of statues, and the ankles of all the statues were covered by the milky white mist, which at first glance looked like endless waves.

There is a statue of a man in the middle of the two rows of statues, and the picture finally freezes on the face of this statue. That face made Liu Qiankun's originally stretched brows tightly knit together again.That face seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember where I saw it for a while.In vain, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he finally remembered where he had seen the face of this statue.

The place where the gods are imprisoned is the mysterious pyramid, the face of the naked male god, yes, exactly the same face, the only difference is that one is dressed and the other is not... Liu Qiankun repeatedly compared the statue in front of him with the prisoner. The difference in the statues of naked male gods in the land of gods has only one final result. They are all of the same person, or the same god.

The picture on the belly of the bottle stayed on the face of the statue for a long time, and Liu Qiankun dared not take his eyes off the face for a moment. He couldn't miss every detail. Qian Kun couldn't help wondering whether his eyelids blinked.

"No, this god seems to be alive." Liu Qiankun shrank his pupils, and he saw the eyelids of the god twitch again, and a fine dust fell down.

The image on the belly of the bottle faded and finally dissipated, and even the bottle fell as if it had lost its support. Liu Qiankun quickly stretched out his palm to hold it firmly in the palm of his hand.

"Qiankun, this is the Shuntian Shrine, and Qingdi's remnant soul turned into the god of destiny." The old man sighed leisurely: "Perhaps Qingdi himself could not have imagined that a wisp of remnant soul turned into his pawn Bar."

"Where is the Shuntian Shrine?" Liu Qiankun seemed a little impatient, knowing the whereabouts of a remnant was enough to cheer him up, and he couldn't wait to know where this place was.

The old man shook his head, and said calmly: "With your current cultivation, you can't beat the Divine Lord of Destiny, even if you add Xiaotian brothers and sisters, you can't guarantee that the Shuntian Temple will be uprooted. Once you disturb the other ancient gods of Destiny It is even more difficult and dangerous to obtain Remnant Soul, unless..."

Seeing the old man swallowing his words in the middle, Liu Qiankun was really anxious, and hurriedly said: "Unless what?" .

The old man showed an inscrutable smile, stretched out a finger and lowered his head to draw it slowly on the ice ground in front of him, as if he was writing something stroke by stroke.

Liu Qiankun shrank his pupils, stared at the old man's fingertips, and a row of tiny characters appeared in front of his eyes: Return to the Qing Emperor's Mansion, rebel against fate, and return to the circle of the five laws, break the sky with one sword.In the end, there were two inscriptions the size of rice grains, which were obviously Hongmeng.

It turned out that the master of Hong Xiaotian was called Hong Meng. Liu Qiankun stared blankly at the row of small characters. Unknowingly, a round of cold sun was slowly rising behind him, and the figure of Hong Meng sitting cross-legged on the opposite side also faded away. And so it vanished, like a drop of morning dew in the sun.

"Did he ask me to return to Qingdi's mansion to revive Qingdi's former prestige? What is the explanation for the return of the five laws? Could it be the power of the five laws?" Liu Qiankun looked at the small characters on the ground again and again, I tried to figure out the meaning, but I still couldn't explain clearly the sentence "Five dharmas return to circle".

The Qiqiao vase that has been held in the palm of the hand emits a halo under the reflection of the morning sun...