Outside the broken altar, Wu Jianwu concentrated on studying the script, combined with his understanding of the ancient emperor Xuanyou, and became more and more deeply involved in his role.

This is not difficult for him, and it is not the first time.

Back then, in the forbidden area of ​​the Xuanyou Sect of the Eight Sects Alliance, he used a similar method to induce fluctuations in the demonic snake's bones.

As for Ning Yan and You Jing, they started rehearsing separately under the command of the Crown Prince.

It has to be said that the Crown Prince is indeed more suitable to lead this drama than Chen Erniu, because under his gaze, everyone works extremely hard, and their understanding of their respective roles is getting better and better.

"That's right, Wu Jianwu still has something special about him. He doesn't look at his cultivation level, but only his expression and words. He really looks like an ancient emperor."

"This Ning Yan is quite good, at least he has demonstrated half of the majesty of his father."

"But in comparison, the hatred in the ghost spirit here is the most real, which is a highlight."

"Only Chen Erniu stood there motionless, which was a bit bad."

The prince and his third sister, fifth sister and eighth brother sat there, looking at the juniors who were rehearsing. They nodded slightly to each other. Occasionally, their eyes would fall on Xu Qing in the distance, looking at Xu Qing from time to time.

The prince frowned, satisfied.

"This kid, I think it's hard for him after all."

"My father's magical power was transformed into the God-Slaying Platform. It was a trump card that combined all his cultivation and experience. Not to mention this kid, even I...didn't learn it back then, let alone now that countless years have passed, this place has already

It's a ruin, no matter how he realizes it, he can't completely succeed."

The prince shook his head.

"Only the ninth brother has passed on the mantle..."

Thinking of his ninth brother, the prince sighed softly, and the old man beside him suddenly spoke.

"Brother, I think your attitude of just watching the excitement is unacceptable. You clearly know that he can't succeed, why do you still want him to realize it?"

"You are too bad. Do you want this kid to succeed in his enlightenment, or do you want his enlightenment to fail?"

The prince's face darkened and he looked at Lao Ba.

Lao Ba shrank his head, knowing that he had said the wrong thing again, so he showed his intention to please.

"The prince is worried that Xu Qing will be complacent in his understanding, so he is here to let him feel his shortcomings so that he can grow better in the future."

"At the same time, after this experience, Xu Qing will learn better when the ninth brother is taught the method of killing the gods after he recovers in the future."

Princess Mingmei spoke calmly.

Fifth Sister nodded slightly, she also admired Xu Qing very much.

Lao Ba hesitated, there was something he always wanted to say but didn't dare, but in the end he couldn't hold it back and spoke in a low voice.

"Then what if he really succeeded in realizing the desire to kill? After all, my father said before that if something exists, there are traces."

The prince was silent.

Princess Mingmei was also silent.

Fifth sister looked at Xu Qing's figure and spoke softly.

"That means his understanding is even more amazing than that of Ninth Brother, and Ninth Brother was considered to have the same understanding as his father..."

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Existence means there are traces.

Everything that has ever existed between heaven and earth is like this.

People are like this, things are like this, events are like this, and supernatural powers are like this.

The wind will remember everything, the earth will remember everything, and everything in the sky will be like this. Even if the sea changes, the way of heaven will leave its mark.

Even Heaven has forgotten it, but who can know whether there is a higher will above Heaven to record the scenes of these countless years?

It's just that some traces are too faint, making it difficult for people to notice. They will instinctively think that everything has disappeared without a trace, and they will no longer recognize it.

But actually, that may not be the case.

"What limits the strength of magical powers is imagination..." These words from Princess Mingmei had a great impact on Xu Qing, and opened a window to heaven and earth for him.

The picture outside the window is not fixed, but determined by imagination.

At this moment, Xu Qing, who was sitting cross-legged in the broken altar, felt the wind.

In this world, the ancient wind blew through the world that was sealed together.

Xu Qing was silent.

What is silent is not only his behavior, but also his heart, his body, his soul and everything.

They all fell into stillness as the wind blew.

All sounds from the outside world were now gone, and absolute silence enveloped everything.

His mind was empty, no thinking, just blank.

Without any intention or thought.

Only the wind, blowing in the perception, never danced the hair or blew the clothes, but it set off layers of ripples in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, creating a ring of ripples.

In the rippling circles, some ink-like figures emerged.

The appearance is unclear, and there is no fixed shape. These ink shadows are hazy, constantly blending, and constantly separating, as if they are trying hard to put them together to truly form the picture.

I want to show the content it remembers to the outside world, to the world, and to Xu Qing.

But unfortunately, perhaps the traces hidden in the years have faded to the extreme, so the ripples blown by the wind cannot really transform the picture.

And Xu Qing's understanding also has its limits, and it has not really reached a level that shines through the ages.

Therefore, he couldn't really comprehend anything from this piece of ink.

The piece of ink gradually lost its strength and slowly began to calm down. Gradually, the water was still water, and the ink was still ink.

They no longer mingle and hide themselves in hiding.

But at the moment when the ink was about to disappear, Xu Qing's instinctive reluctance rose in the sea of ​​consciousness. His subconscious told himself that this was a huge opportunity.

And this opportunity... you only have one chance.

If this piece of ink really dissipates, then he will lose this opportunity forever.

As a result, a colorful ray of light suddenly erupted from Xu Qing's sea of ​​consciousness. The light shone, reflected in all directions, and blended into the dissipating ink to imitate, capture, and feel.

Before the change, Xu Qing couldn't do this.

But now, the simulation he perceived in the morning glow made all the impossible possible.

The next moment, the ink and ink rolled, and the seven colors spread inside, outlining scenes and forming figures one after another.

Although it's still blurry, it's much better than before.

The pictures that appeared were fuller, and the characters that appeared became clearer.

They collide with each other and blend with each other, vaguely seeming to reveal a complete scene.

It is vaguely visible that there are two figures in the picture, one in the sky and one on the ground.

The figure in the sky raised his hand, and the figure on the earth raised his head.

But at the moment when it was about to become clear, a flash of quick will suddenly appeared inside.

That's murderous intent.

As soon as this intention came out, it was like thunder falling from the sky, Xu Qing's sea of ​​consciousness was turbulent like never before, wind, rain, thunder and lightning seemed to be formed, and the sun, moon and stars seemed to explode in this murderous intention.

It is as if the master in front of him will be shaken by this murderous intention, and the gods will also be frightened by this murderous intention when facing them.

This intention lasted only a moment, before the picture collapsed and disappeared.

Xu Qing's body trembled, and his thoughts changed from blank to fluctuating.

He had a strong premonition that this was the murderous intention that the prince mentioned.

"If I can find it and simulate it, then... the picture that just emerged may actually be formed."

Xu Qing felt that realizing this murderous intention was not the key point, but the process, and the key point was the scene.

Thinking of this, the colorful lights in his consciousness burst out brightly, and he instinctively searched for and simulated them.

All of a sudden, the ink and ink flowed endlessly.

At the same time, the rehearsals outside have also been completed. As everyone has become familiar with the characters and gained confidence in each other, the big show will officially begin.

Ning Yan and You Jing have already changed their clothes.

Before starting, the captain walked out, first bowed to the prince and the others, and then coughed.

"Everyone, perform well. I have multiple hats, so I won't take photos and record them myself. I will use the little Yuanzi I specially made to record all of this, and then transfer it to the little Yuanzi outside. After processing, it can be played back on

On the canopy."

As the captain spoke, he took out a light ball and launched it into the air to record himself.

But at this moment, the prince waved his hand and knocked back the small round ball that the captain took out.
To be continued...