Chapter 28, one heart is full of lovesick willow, the full day of Qingzhong against the third life
Tianci and Liu Rumei said as they walked, discussing the problems of cultivation, and unconsciously went a long way.
Walking through the downtown, you can't distinguish between the north and the west from the east.
After half a day, Tianci was already dizzy. He only felt trapped in the maze and looked familiar there.
And Liu Rumei pointed all the way, and I don't know how many things she bought.
While the two were talking and laughing, they suddenly stopped at the same time.
On the street in front of him, there was a crowd of people, which surrounded the six-foot-wide street.
"What's going on?" Liu Rumei tiptoed up and looked inside, and suddenly exclaimed, "Ouch! Dead!"
He hurriedly squeezed into the crowd and squeaked from time to time, "Get out of the way, get out of the way."
Tianci didn't like to watch such excitement. When he was in the orc world, he accidentally saved the moonlight because of a moment of curiosity, which led to a series of changes.
He wanted to pull Liu Rumei, but Liu Rumei had already squeezed into the crowd regardless.
"It's the Chu family who died. Come here quickly!" Liu Rumei pulled the gift from heaven, pointed to a coffin one meter wide, two meters high and three meters high in front of him, and said, "Look at this situation, it must be a direct member of the Chu family."
The coffin is made of a whole piece of black crystal, with a cold and damp smell, and a large ancient character "Chu" is engraved on the head of the coffin.
A man in a black robe, with loose hair, took a white crystal pestle, and kept tapping on the crystal coffin and dancing.
The man beat around the crystal coffin and danced. At the same time, he said, "A woman has been hit for thousands of years, and there has been a marriage for ten thousand years. Since today, his heart has died, and he will never be lost for thousands of years!"
The last word "mourning" was sung, and the man's voice was already choked and tears flowed.
The desolate tone, the sad song, the painful oath, eroded the onlookers little by little, which made people cry.
"I don't know who died. He dances and sings elegy here. It must be his favorite person, alas--" Liu Rumei's long eyebrows trembled and held Tianci's hand tightly.
Tianci wanted to leave, but Liu Rumei didn't want to.
The black and bright coffin, like a huge rune, came to his face.
Tianci has seen countless dead people, but it is the first time that makes him so stuffy and suffocating.
The man continued to knock on the crystal coffin over and over again, as if to awaken the sleeping soul inside, sad tremors, beating, spreading, and far away.
Suddenly, the crowd in front of him dispersed, and a man in the same black robe slowly came out, with painful eyes and sad faces.
He walked to the crystal coffin, slowly, step by step, and even hesitated.
"I advise the dead not to be sad, and don't put Yang Shi in their hearts. Many emperors are dead, and they are buried in the earth after death." Another song sang, without remembering sadness, but an open-minded and comforting thought came out.
As soon as Liu Rumei saw someone coming, she screamed repeatedly: "It's Han Zhongli. Is it Chu Xiang who died? How can it be!"
"Chu Xiang?" A vague picture gradually appeared in Tianci's mind, and then it became clear and vivid.
"You! Han Zhongli! How dare you come!" The man who had been dancing the funeral dance before had stopped at this moment and pointed to Han Zhongli, who was walking slowly. His chest was undulating, his eyes were wide open, and his blood was thick.
"Mo Ming, listen to me..." Han Zhongli was waiting to argue. The man named Mo Ming was already furious.
"Chu Xiang died here for you. Today, I want you to be buried with her!" Mo Ming roared. His hair danced wildly, and his hands made a mysterious mark. He said word by word, "My lonely demon, fallen demon, dark demon, eternal demon, please listen to my call, come!" Burning! Burn everything! My burning heart!"
The black gas of a large group gushed out from the whole body of Mo Ming. It seemed that in order to respond to Mo Ming's call, the air began to be manic and violent, and an invisible momentum of thought enveloped the whole audience.
"Convinced! This is a convincing man!" God can no longer be indifferent, which is extremely shocked.
Convinced qi, eat qi for long life, clever and divine, and together with qi refiners, they are known as the two major schools of Taoists.
The qi refiners are the Taoist practices of the internal elixir method and the external elixir method, which is very different from the qi scribe.
There are all kinds of qi in heaven and earth. Yuan qi, aura, magic qi, yin qi, and even people's anger, joy, resentment and sorrow can be swallowed and absorbed by the qi.
By absorbing a specific "qi", the qi priest uses a secret method to store it in the heart, compresses and condenses, and binds it into a "dance".
The "Dan" of the temperament is not called Jindan, because the "Dan" they tie is not golden.
According to the "qi" of swallowing, it can produce a variety of colors, such as "black elixir", "red elixir", "white elixir" and so on.
Tianci opened his eyes and immediately saw Mo Ming's head. A hazy demon god appeared. The demon god gathered from black gas and kept looking up at the sky and roaring. A circle of lonely, depraved, dark and eternal thoughts surged endlessly.
Tianci hasn't opened his ear door yet, and he can't hear what the demon god is shouting.
But when he heard Mo Ming's cry, he immediately understood, and an unyielding cry sounded in his mind: "Burning heart! Burning heart! Burning heart! My burning heart!"
At one moment, Mo Ming and the demon god seemed to have found a fit and melted into one in an instant.
All this only happened in the second-dimensional space, invisible to the naked eye, and the real time only blinked.
Mo Ming's whole body raised a turbulence of black fire, his body was raised to two feet, his skin was covered with a layer of fine scales, and a foot-long unicorn grew on his forehead.
"Clap!"
Mo Ming moved, slowly raised the long knife condensed by flames in his hand, and a low and hoarse voice sounded: "Han Zhongli, let's fight! Don't die!"
"It's demonized! Demonized! He is crazy. How could he absorb such magic? Liu Rumei muttered to herself, frightened by the change of Mo Ming.
Han Zhongli solemnly took out a broad long sword, and the faint runes were covered with the inside and outside of the sword.
"Mo Ming, listen to me, for Xiang'er..." What else did Han Zhongli have to explain, but a suppressed angry shout finally broke out.
"Go to hell!"
A flame-shaped long knife was two or three feet long and suddenly fell to the top of Han Zhongli's head.
The black flames are enchanting and hot, and the air is burned to crackle.
"Ah--" Han Zhongli flipped the long sword in his hand, and the yellow light suddenly resisted the falling flame blade. He shouted angrily, "Oriental Tiger Sword, come on! Help me defeat the person in front of me!"
"xiu-xiu-xiu-xiu——"
The long sword in Han Zhongli's hand slowly disintegrated, and countless runes flew. A yellow tiger opened the flame blade and roared to Mo Ming.
Han Zhongli relieved the crisis, and a yuan god rose above his head.
Zhang Xu Gao, wearing a piece of tiger skin, muscular knots, wild and ancient, emitting yellow light, just like the god of wasteland symbolizing power.
This is the yuan god! The yuan god of Han Zhongli, the god of the wasteland!