Chapter 326 Four Poems
"It's all that's left."
Staring at the niche card embedded in the top of the temple hall, Simajin whispered.
An Bochen's heart moved and exchanged eyes with Sima Jin. The two wandered out at the same time, flew over the five magic arrays, and came to the niche.
"The gods and monsters fall in love with the world, and the five elements settle the return of the emperor... It's still the same sentence. Is it that the rest is on the opposite side?
He muttered, and Simajin reached out to the niche card.
The next moment, something happened that surprised the two, and Simajin's hand actually passed through the niche card.
Although Sima Jin is a yuan god at this time, whether he can grasp the physical object is only in one thought. Obviously, Sima Jin wants to turn over the niche card.
I didn't think much about it. Simajin jumped into the niche card, and An Bochen followed closely behind.
"Bing..."
As soon as they entered the niche, there was a loud noise in their ears, and their feet were bumpy, as if they were in the waves.
An Bochen flew back two feet. As soon as he raised his head, his face suddenly changed. Not only An Bochen, but also Simajin, who was held in his arms, was also shocked.
The two had been looking straight before. They only saw the smoke and clouds rolling in the closed space, the Zixia shuttle, and a stone pier in the center. There was nothing unusual other than these.
Until they looked up and saw the monster standing on the stone pier.
The monster carried its back, so that An Bochen and Sima Jin could not see its true face. They could only see its golden mane and three strange ears on each side. At this time, it couldn't help hitting the four walls and "banging".
"six ears... It seems that I have heard of it somewhere.
An Bochen whispered, his heart moved, and suddenly recalled: "Hong Fu, he is the ancient immortal trapped in the clock!"
"Yes, that's him." Sima Jin looked at the irritable "immortal" curiously, and then said, "Xiao Anzi, I finally know why the people of the Southern Desert believe in the Wilderness."
"Why?" An Bochen asked puzzledly.
"Listen."
Hearing the words, An Bochen calmed down and listened to the continuous sound of "banging" in his ears. His face showed consternation, and then shook his head and smiled: "So it is. A long time ago, there must have been a Southern Wilderness who strayed into here like us. They saw the fairy and heard the sound of impact, but because there was no written record, they could only call the fairy by the sound they made. It sounds like a wilderness, and because it happens to be in the southern wilderness, this ancient fairy naturally became a wilderness god.
"This is probably the case out of ten." Simajin nodded approvingly.
While the two were talking, the fairy seemed to know that he was wasting his efforts and finally stopped. He sighed and slowly turned around.
Looking at the "desolation god" in a daze, Sima Jin looked stunned and opened his mouth in disbelief.
The ancient immortal who appeared in front of them was not only full of mane and six petals in his ears, and in terms of appearance, he was more like an ape.
"Let's see what he is going to do."
An Bochen's voice came from the side, and Sima Jin nodded and stabilized his mind.
Although the sea of clouds and clouds in the giant clock are very interesting, the fairy does not seem to be happy. After jumping from the stone to the outside of the stone and walking around, he couldn't help but droop his head and sit down and pinch his fingers.
"There are still two days left... Two days."
Knocking on his legs, he lay down listless, looking at the top of the clock, and suddenly turned over after a long time.
"It's so boring, that's all. Let's calculate the fate of this big clock in the future."
Stretching out his furry right hand, the immortal evolved in a good way.
Sima Jin didn't hold his breath, and he smiled.
"What's the matter?"
"Xiao Anzi, you see, he obviously looks like a mole, but he still learns the fortune-teller's serious fortune-telling... Don't you think it's funny?"
An Bochen shook his head helplessly. What he admired Simajin most was that she could be calm and calm no matter what situation she was in.
The laughter stopped abruptly, but it was the ape-like fairy that surprised Simajin again.
As the five fluffy fingers jumped faster and faster, I saw a pillar of light flying from the palm of the fairy's hand, like a long rainbow and a waterfall, shuttling through the smoke and clouds in the giant clock. Scenes flowed through the light column, and the picture changed rapidly, and thousands of pictures were skipped between the fingers. Not to mention the ordinary naked eye, even An Bochen and Sima Jin could not see a soul and a yuan god.
Only the fairy looked at it leisurely, muttered something while watching, and a trace of glancholy flashed in the ape's eyes.
With no two columns of incense, tens of thousands of years of history have been in the hands of immortals. Of course, it is just about the future history of this East China Sea clock. When it was about to end, the flow speed of the picture in the light column gradually slowed down, and it had been reduced to a finger jumping dozens of pictures.
An Bochen and Sima Jin knew that their opportunity had come and immediately became absorbed.
Shen You can see more clearly than the naked eye, but there is still a difference between the two. An Bochen's cultivation is even better. Sima Jin's yuan god is only earthly cultivation, so An Bochen can only see 70% or 80% clearly, and Sima Jin can only see 30% or 40%.
From the 70% or 80% of the floating light and shadow, An Bochen saw how the witch temple changed from a strange cave shelter from the wind and rain to the southern wilderness holy land, and also saw that the witch emperors of all dynasties sat in front of the niche and listened to the teachings of the "desolation god". With the passage of time, the scenery in the picture gradually became familiar, and An Bochen vaguely felt that history had come to his era.
Staring at the light curtain, An Bochen only saw a few familiar figures flashing through the fast-flowing picture.
Their faces are blurred and their bodies are faint, which is very difficult to distinguish. But I don't know why, every time a figure flashes, An Bochen can clearly call out the name of the man, even if he can't see their faces clearly: Huo Chuanyun, Purple Dragon Girl, Wuhua, Zhang Bushi, First Wang Feng... And An Bochen himself.
In the calculation of the immortals in the giant clock ten thousand years ago, ten thousand years later, the Donghai bell, which has become a witch temple, will face a catastrophe, and this catastrophe has nothing to do with the last people in the picture.
But...
An Bochen frowned deeply, and there was a trace of uneasiness in his heart.
Why hasn't she appeared from beginning to end?
"Xiao Anzi, what do you see?" Turning his head towards An Bochen, Simajin asked.
"I just saw some acquaintances." An Bochen said.
"Yes, it's too fast to see what happened in the end." Simajin showed regret on his face.
That's right. Maybe it's too fast to see the red brush. An Bochen said in his heart.
"Your fate is also interesting."
The magic of convergence and derivation, the fairy looked up at the huge clock, smiled inexplicably, and then jumped off the big stone pier and paced in the clock.
An Bochen and Sima Jin looked at each other, but they all guessed that the immortal was ready to write a poem.
Sure enough, the fairy stopped on the east wall of the giant bell, thought for a moment, and stretched out his finger to depict it.
"The gods and monsters fall in love with the world, and the five elements settle the return of the emperor."
This sentence again.
An Bochen took a deep breath and silently waited for the remaining three sentences.
After writing, the fairy moved to the south wall again and didn't want to raise his hand to write.
"There is a furnace in Dongshan to twist the universe, and the golden boy saint picks it together."
After writing a few sentences, the immortal seemed to be addicted. The poem flourished and strode to the west and north with his head held high.
"The heroes fight against demons and gods, and the death and death are finally empty."
"It is the way of heaven again and again, and the return is the Immortal Dynasty."
After writing four sentences, the fairy looked at it with satisfaction, then shook his head and smiled: "On a whim, he actually calculated the fate of the future world. After all, it is difficult for humble ants to control their own fate. In the end, they will inevitably become prisoners.
While he spoke, the giant clock couldn't help shaking.
"Oh, the time has come, and my six ears are finally going to be born."
Jumping, crying and laughing, the ape-like fairy turned into a beam of white light and flew into the stone pier. Seeing An Bochen and Sima Jin looking at each other, they didn't know what he was going to do.
At this moment, a drop of water poured in from the bottom of the bell. In a blink of an eye, the raindrop swept in like a tide, and the huge clock was lifted from the outside.
The rain stirred up the smoke and clouds in the clock.
"I don't know what kind of scene the fairy world was ten thousand years ago."
An Bochen looked out of the clock and muttered.
Not only him, but also Simajin also hooked his head and looked at the place where the rain poured in. He knew that this land was the most prosperous place of Taoism in ancient times. Simajin didn't want to see the real fairy with his own eyes.
The two of them seem to be very lucky, whatever they think.
After a brief light, what I saw was a silver-white sword.
The sword came fiercely, as if with the momentum of swallowing the sky and earth, it instantly restrained the light and obscure that rolled all over the mouth of the bell between the blades. Before the sword arrived, the murderous spirit had enveloped the stone tire in the bell. An Bochen and Sima Jin were far away from him, and he knew that this was an illusion, but he was fisted by the fierce spirit and couldn't stop the panic in his heart.
How many people in the world can defeat the sword?
Lv Fengqi? I'm afraid ten of him can't stop that sword.
An Bochen and Sima Jin exchanged eyes, and surprise flashed in their eyes at the same time.
Unexpectedly, after a flash of fingers, the sword light was exhausted.
Such a sword was easily blocked by the immortal in the bell who claimed to have six ears.
A hairy big hand stretched out from the bottom of the clock and clamped the sharp blade with only two fingers. The silver sword seemed to be stuck in the stone wall of the huge mountain, motionless.
"Are you going to kill me?"
The self-proclaimed six-eared fairy sneered at the man holding the sword, and then got up. The stone tire burst, and An Bochen and Simajin were also pushed out by a huge force...
......
In the witch temple, the sun fell from the dome, and the two people standing in the temple hall shook at the same time and restored the Qingming Festival.
Stretching out his finger and twisting the dust on An Bochen's shoulder, Sima Jian looked confused, closed his eyes and pinched the heart seal. When he was young, bursts of noise came from outside the witch temple and clearly fell into Simajin's ears. Xiao Anzi, we seem to have been wandering for a long time this time.
Opening his eyes, Simajin smiled bitterly and said, "The Southern Wilderness Holy Society has begun."
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(What a familiar sword, so-and-so guest appearance today~)