Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 928 The Return of the Scholars
"what--"

In the chaos, black fog rolled up into the sky.

Countless worlds were corroded by the strange black fog, turning the heaven and earth into a strange place in an instant.

At this time, Feng Qingyan, who had transformed into a strange creature, was unable to control his mutated body.

Although there is reincarnation, it is as if it does not exist.

Or.

Not in the same time and space.

His reincarnation was unable to suppress the changes in the dream of reincarnation at this time. However, the source of the changes at this moment was in the dream of reincarnation...

In his roar.

Roaring.

All the taboos of the underworld began to tremble. Even the gray moon above the underworld was shaking slightly, causing countless creatures to panic.

This is the first time in history!
as time goes by.

The weirdness not only corroded his body, but also began to corrode his will.

However, his will has reached the extreme point and is not so easily corrupted, and he still maintains the necessary clarity.

but.

If effective measures are not taken, even one's will may be infected and corrupted.

The most important thing is that he can't calm down now.

A strange aura was stimulating him.

"kill!"

Feng Qingyan roared.

An extremely terrifying and extreme will suddenly burst out from the depths of his soul.

boom!
Heaven and earth are shaking.

When he yelled the word "kill".

A huge stone tablet quickly condensed between heaven and earth. Although it looked simple and plain, the word "kill" appeared on the tablet.

The ultimate killing monument!

In fact, at this moment, he truly condensed his ultimate will.

When the Extreme Killing Monument appeared, the entire heaven, earth and universe trembled. Even the creatures far away in the underworld felt a murderous intent surging like a surging tide.

"This is?"

Deep in the underworld, the huge creature was somewhat shocked.

It naturally knows what this is.

This is a "killing" that has reached the extreme level and can almost kill everything.

Even it could be killed.

but.

It knows.

Naturally, he will not be easily killed.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan threw the Extreme Killing Stele into the illusion, intending to go back to the dream world of reincarnation along with time to kill the second soul of the giant creature.

but.

His Extreme Killing Monument, however, cannot go backwards in time.

"what--"

He roared angrily, extremely unwilling.

At this time, his body had already changed. He didn't know what kind of creature it was. It was more disgusting and weird than a monster...

He is no longer a "human being".

"kill!"

Two black lights burst out of his eyes.

It instantly penetrated countless worlds and countless levels and reappeared in the depths of the underworld, looking grimly at the huge creature.

The Jidao Killing Stele then broke through the air.

Kill the huge creatures.

"quiet!"

At this moment, the huge creature was startled, not expecting the Extreme Killing Monument to come and kill it, and then it shouted angrily. A mysterious "ghost" emerged from the strange darkness, surging like a tide, blocking it.

It turned into an enormous wall of black water.

Rumbling--

The Extreme Killing Stele carried an unrivaled power, breaking through the worlds one after another. However, it was unable to break through the black water wall transformed by "You", as if it was stuck in a quagmire.

At this moment, countless murderous aura burst out from the Extreme Killing Monument, as if it had turned into thousands of killing swords.

Kill everything madly.

but.

These "ghosts" were killed and came back again, endlessly.

You is extremely feminine and is the softest and most yin thing in the world. It can just restrain the extremely hard and tyrannical Jidao Killing Stele.

This caused the Jidao Killing Monument to be like being stuck in a quagmire.

It's like being abandoned.

However, the huge creature did not dare to take it lightly, as this was, after all, an extremely murderous monument.

Even it had not really touched the ultimate way, but it was unexpected that a tiny Saint Emperor of Creation could touch the supreme ultimate way.

No wonder there is such a terrifying millstone.

This man in white really amazed it. He repeatedly broke its understanding of the world and even subverted its imagination.

Must not stay!

now.

It was very grateful.

It finally sneaked into the other person's dream.

“Let’s see how long you can hold on?” The giant creature watched coldly, but was a little surprised at the same time. He didn’t expect that Feng Qingyan’s hidden danger would be so terrible.

So amazing.

Generally speaking.

After the second soul sneaks into the dream, it will use its absolute power to kill the soul of the dream master like a dead tree or rotten wood, causing him to die directly in the dream. If it cannot be killed directly, it will induce the biggest hidden danger of the dream master, making it the biggest crisis.

It causes dreams to disintegrate and the soul to collapse.

As it is now.

In fact, the giant creature didn’t know what Feng Qingyan’s hidden danger was.

However, it does not need to know it, it only needs the second soul to know it, and the second soul will definitely know it.

This is the terrifying thing about the second soul.

Although only a few hundred breaths have passed, in the dream, I have no idea how much time has passed.

It could be a hundred years, it could be a thousand years.

It could also be tens of thousands of years.

but.

No matter how much time has passed.

The most important thing is that the second soul has triggered the hidden danger of the man in white, and it seems that he can't hold on for much longer.

The hidden dangers of creatures that emerged from illusions are indeed extremely terrifying.

Even it was a little shocked when it saw it.

If it were me, would I be able to suppress the hidden danger? Well, let alone suppress it, I might not be able to hold out for long.

It saw this hidden danger for the first time.

This reminded it of the taboo.

Could it be that the man in white is the source of the taboo?
In fact, even it couldn't figure out what the taboo was. It was as if it appeared out of thin air, extremely strange.

Moreover, it is truly impossible to kill.

It has killed.

He killed them countless times, but in the end he had to suppress them.

In the ancient times, taboos scourged the underworld, but it was actually the one who suppressed most of them. It was not because it saw the suffering of the underworld and felt pity, but because it wanted to study the taboos.

"The source of the mystery..."

The giant creature frowned in thought, but it was time for him to die.

In chaos.

Feng Qingyan's mutated body was growing larger and more ferocious, and he was really about to collapse.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of something and shouted: "Where is the Thirteenth Heavenly Emperor?!"

His extreme voice suddenly broke through the sky.

Faintly appearing in the world of the living.

"Where are the Thirteen Heavenly Emperors?!"

"Where are the Thirteen Heavenly Emperors?!"

An extremely powerful voice that no one else can hear is echoing in the world of the living. Only those who are touched by the extremely powerful voice can hear it.

"Help me to suppress the enemy!"

"One day, I will help you revive!"

Feng Qingyan roared, and the ultimate will once again penetrated the dark sky.

"Help me to suppress the enemy, and I will help you revive one day!"

Not long after, the voice of Jidao echoed in a wasteland somewhere in the world of the living.

There was no grass growing on the wasteland, the sky was as dark as ink, and it was filled with a rolling deathly aura that lasted for thousands of years.

And in the rolling deathly air, there is a huge black city with sixteen corners, shaped like a black pottery basin.

In the dead city, there is no sunlight all day long and it is extremely cold.

In the center of the dead city, there lay an unclear corpse. The corpse was over a hundred feet tall and it was unknown how many tens of thousands of years it had been dead.

But at this moment.

But the corpse heard Feng Qingyan's roar.

"Kill——" A corpse that had been dead for who knows how many tens of thousands of years suddenly roared out the word "kill" from the illusion.

The word "Kill" instantly transformed into a monument with the word "Kill" on it, and along with Feng Qingyan's extreme voice, it quickly appeared in the dream world of reincarnation.

boom--

The dream world of reincarnation shook slightly.

The Thirteenth Heavenly Emperor's Extreme Killing Stele has been used to suppress and kill the second soul.

At this moment, the horrible corpse in the dead city seemed to know something through the Extreme Killing Stele, and let out a posthumous roar that shocked the ages: "When I am reborn, I will wash the heavens and myriad worlds with blood!"

This roar after death is not an illusion.

But roar at reality.

Everyone in the world can hear it.

Although the Thirteenth Heaven Emperor's Extreme Killing Stele appeared in the dream world of reincarnation, it helped Feng Qingyan to kill the second soul.

but now.

The main problem, however, is not the second soul.

Instead, it erupted strangely, causing him to undergo an extremely terrifying mutation.

If it cannot be suppressed, the dream world of reincarnation may be completely infected and corrupted.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan could hardly hold on any longer, as his body had become infinitely large.

About to explode.

"Suppress the weirdness! Suppress the weirdness!"

He was yelling like crazy.

But at the moment.

He simply couldn't suppress it. If he didn't, it would be difficult for him to stay conscious.

By then, it will be too late.

“Who can suppress the taboo?”

he yelled.

"I?!"

Feng Qingyan thought of himself first, but when he realized something was wrong, he shouted, "No, it's you disciples!"

"You can suppress the weirdness!"

"You can suppress the weirdness!"

He yelled to keep himself awake, and then shouted: "Where are you?"

"Where are you?"

"I am the Emperor of Earth, where are you?"

His ultimate will once again broke through the air and faintly appeared in the world of the living.

"My fellows, come and help me suppress the weirdness!"

"quick!"

But soon, he discovered that all the philosophers had already died.

The philosophers are dead.

Moreover, the disciples were not the Thirteenth Heavenly Emperor and could not continue to help him suppress the weirdness after his death.

However, in the dream world of reincarnation, it was clearly the disciples who suddenly appeared and helped him suppress the weirdness.

"Where is the prince's harp?"

At this moment, Feng Qingyan roared.

And in the mysterious place of the world of the living, there are two huge ancient beasts, pulling a huge island, slowly moving away in the unknown sea of ​​clouds.

The ancient ferocious beast was jet black all over, with pieces of tortoise-shell-like armor on its body that were over a meter long and flashed with cold light.

Behind them, there were two black iron chains as thick as bowls, which were faintly visible in the sea of ​​clouds.

The giant rope has been tempered for thousands of times, is thick, long and strong, and the little black light makes it look extremely cold.

Locked on the stone island.

The giant beast walked step by step in the sea of ​​clouds.

My steps were very heavy. I wanted to break free but couldn't, so I could only move forward step by step.

On one of the giant beasts.

A young man in yellow clothes was playing a zither with fifty strings.

The young man in yellow suddenly put his hands on the strings of the zither. His right hand hooked, picked and wiped, while his left hand hummed, glided, stroked and injected. His fingering was used freely, like flowing clouds and water.

The melody is extremely exciting!
The atmosphere of battle with spears and swords is filled with an indignant and unyielding spirit of bravery.

"Go for the crown!"

The young man in yellow said fiercely as he plucked the eighth string. His long hair flew in the air, and he exuded a sense of anger, with his clothes rustling.

"Angry!"

The young man in yellow was furious. He plucked the ninth string, raised his eyes, and howled to the sky with a passionate heart and a strong character.

“Shen Ming!”

But at the moment.

He vaguely heard something.

He seemed to have heard the call of the Emperor of Earth, but did not stop and continued to pluck the strings.

Only by plucking the strings of the zither could he hear the voice of the Emperor of Earth.

The tenth string moves.

"Throw the sword!"

The eleventh string moves.

He really heard the call from the Emperor of Earth, and he couldn't help feeling sad and angry, and then he burst into tears.

Although I closed my eyes, tears continued to flow.

I felt extremely sad and angry.

His hands kept plucking the strings back and forth, and the sounds became more intense and sadder than the last.

When the mystery arises, the wind stops and the clouds stagnate, and both humans and ghosts are silent.

Only the gongche notes jump on the piano, thoughts slide on the fingertips, emotions flow through the five mysteries, and the sounds of nature echo in the sky.

At this moment, the sound of the piano was like the sound of iron swords, shocking the world and making ghosts and gods weep.

It was like it broke through the air and disappeared.

In the chaos deep in the underworld, as the sound of the piano appeared, suddenly, there appeared a string of piano strings that seemed to have no end.

Prince Changqin!

finally come.

At this time, Feng Qingyan tried hard to control himself, wanting to transform a pair of clean hands from his mutated body.

but.

But ultimately failed.

He was unable to create a pair of hands and could not play the prince's harp.

If I can’t play the Prince’s long zither, I can’t play “The Summoning of the Souls”. If I can’t play “The Summoning of the Souls”, how can I call the disciples back?

"what--"

He roared.

At this moment, his ultimate will reappeared, like a pair of clean hands, sliding quickly across the strings of the prince's zither.

Woohoo——

A soul-stirring mysterious voice suddenly rang out from the chaos.

At first it sounds like the sound of a piano, but when you hear it again, it is not the sound of a piano. It slowly rings out in the strange chaos, like a thread of silk, falling into whose ears?

Let the soul rise and fall with it.

The sound was like a thread, containing an unknown power, calling for something.

This made the huge creature in the depths of Hades look bewildered. What was the man in white doing? Did he want to play the piano before he died?

Even though there were only endless strings, it was still visible.

There are many strange things about this string.

But it didn't pay too much attention to it. After all, the man in white was destined to die and no one could save him!

But at this moment.

Feng Qingyan sang fiercely, "The emperor told the disciples, 'There is someone below, you want to assist him...'

"…The soul and spirit are separated, you can tell the difference."

"The soul is back!"

"...If you leave your constant work, why are you so busy?"

"Leave your happy place and stay away from that ominous place!"

"The soul is back!"

"The East cannot be trusted."

"I am a thousand feet taller than you, but I still want your soul..."

"Ten days a generation comes out, flowing gold and melting stone..."

Gradually, the ferocious voice began to be full of charm, breaking through the air with an extreme will.

Appeared in ancient time and space.

Or, it may appear in any time and space from ancient time and space.

This scene made the huge creatures in the depths of the underworld confused and bewildered. What were they doing?
Are you singing?
However, it sounds quite nice, the sound is full of charm, and it seems to be quite enjoying it.

This may be the struggle before death.

"…The clear river water has maples on it. My eyes look a thousand miles away, and my heart is broken by spring. My soul has gone and returned, mourning for the Shang Dynasty…"

When Feng Qingyan finished singing.

A pure white stone ship suddenly broke through layers of time and space, heading towards the dream of reincarnation.

……

……

(End of this chapter)