Chapter 479 Golden Crow Hidden Soul Palace
Su Jing's eyes opened slightly, but the woman in white was still sleeping quietly in the blazing fire. A fire lotus bloomed on her chest, and there was an entanglement between their eyebrows. Thousands of strands of soul light.
Seeing this scene, the breaths of countless ancient gods on the bronze platform were turbulent, like a pond full of wrinkles caused by a strong wind.
The most excited among them was the Xihe family. The divine fire around her body was turbulent: "This is actually the legendary Golden Crow Divine Bird?! No! This is impossible. The shape and meaning of the only Golden Crow Divine Bird in the bronze door have been scattered. How is it possible for death to be on the shores of the West Sea..."
"Xingyi is scattered to death, The soul is just hidden in the sea." The spiritual light gushing from Su Jing's eyebrows became brighter, and her face began to turn pale: "I use my soul as a palace to hide the molten golden crow. I don't know if I can sacrifice half of my soul to the eternal stars to condense them. A round of tomorrow, can you exchange it for what I want in my heart?"
The bronze stage was shaken violently again!
The trajectory of the sun and moon is positive, the stars are supplementary, and the world is running perfectly, so they no longer need to be controlled by the sacred tree.
God can transform three thousand spirits and cross bronze! ! !
The long-cherished wish that has not been fulfilled for tens of millions of years was easily fulfilled by a mere son of human beings!
Caught off guard and unprepared for the miracles that unfold before our eyes, whether it is humans or gods, they can always ignore the process inadvertently, so they find it easy.
But there is no miracle that is worthy of the word "easy".
It was almost difficult for Xihe to maintain his invisible posture, and his voice trembled slightly with a hint of confusion: "Little girl, do you know what half of the soul means?"
She is Young Master Taixuan, one of the Three Sons of Heaven, and is appointed by the Immortal Lord. Once she overcomes the tribulation and ascends to the throne, she can be crowned with the title of Golden Immortal.
She was destined to be able to read volumes after volumes of ancient scriptures and secrets in this prominent era. She will become the master of the Nine Taixuan Classics. If her luck is better, in the long future, even if You can also compete for the position of revered immortal.
But the premise is that she must be based on the soul.
Half of her soul is enough to destroy her in the first step on the road, and can even affect the next life.
Anyone with an incomplete soul will be reincarnated for nine lives, and will be thrown into the evil animal realm or the misery realm.
Everyone in the world, humans, ghosts and gods knows that the importance of the soul is far greater than the physical body.
Even Balian, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and watching quietly, couldn't help but stand up, with an unpredictable expression.
Su Jing looked at her without squinting, with a calm expression: "I only know that if you want anything in this world, you have to get it by yourself. If you need to get it by yourself, don't expect any price. Don’t pay either.”
"I pay the price, and you will get the results. It's very fair."
It seems that the lost orphans of the great road in the future and the evil deeds of nine lives will not be worth the words 'very fair'.
Once Su Jing wants something, she will be fully prepared to get it! Regardless of the consequences!
Even if she stabs herself, she will use her bloody hands to hold her fruits.
That was the case back then.
The same is true today.
A restless sound rang out from the bronze platform, and the mountains, rivers, land, and the world of stars and seas beneath my feet became blurred in the chaotic exchange of divine will.
“It’s really embarrassing for you to be like this.” Under the skeleton ghost’s face, a voice of helplessness and admiration came from: “I think this is really inappropriate...”
Gradually, the chaotic scene caused by the communication between gods slowly calmed down. The mountains are still mountains, the water is still water, and the stars have not changed forever. The only thing that has changed is that the shaking and exciting breath on the bronze platform slowly calmed down.
Then there was dead silence.
"It's really a pity, little girl." The divine fire around Xihe's body dissipated, and she looked like a beautiful woman. She looked regretful: "I admire your courage and ability very much, but your fate is really... It’s really too bad.”
The Xihe woman’s arms dropped, and her will to keep the giant ax from falling suddenly disappeared.
A mountain-like attention poured towards Su Jing, and the space where the giant ax passed collapsed inch by inch with the sound of cracking.
The fire in front of Su Jing collapsed, and the countless rays of light that melted into the eyebrows of the sleeping soul of the Golden Crow Spirit and the eyebrows of her body were instantly torn apart like lotus roots under the terrifying force of the axe. Come.
Su Jing's face was as white as gold paper, and his calm eyes finally showed some incomprehensible emotions.
She couldn't understand where their murderous intention came from?
When the ax falls, not to mention her, even the Golden Crow spirit in her soul will be destroyed into ashes.
How could the ancient god who had been banned from freedom personally destroy the only key to his own freedom? In the rumbling sound.
Su Jing glanced at Zang Xin expressionlessly.
Zhanxin's palm covered the cold skull mask, and he slowly raised a corner, revealing a strange smile on his lips.
Su Jing’s eyes moved slightly.
Unless...
This key is not just one.
Before I had time to think about it, the giant ax that Wu Mo had collected had already fallen.
Half of the souls that were about to disappear like smoke suddenly came through a pale and slender hand. The sharp-jointed palm plucked a red lotus from the heart of the soul, followed the trend, and hugged her waist.
A force came over, and the two of them whirled in mid-air, their eyes touching.
There was a loud bang!
The battle ax fell on the Suzaku coffin, and a high-pitched cry resounded through the space. The Suzaku divine bird, covered in bright red flames, broke out of the coffin.
Cracks quickly spread all over the coffin, cracking and cracking.
The Suzaku coffin finally shattered and cracked.
A black guqin painted with fiery red patterns flew down from the cracked coffin. The strings flew up like silver threads, as gentle as the hair of a goddess in the Wushan Fairy Temple, gently. Wrap around the giant axe, roll it up and take it back.
The giant ax scattered into countless spiritual fragments, scattered bit by bit.
The silver wire closed the guqin, and the red bird's eyes were burning with bright flames, and it flew back into the guqin. The flowing fire pattern on the surface of the qin moved quickly, and finally formed the pattern of a red bird.
A guqin composed of black and red colors has the strange and solemn charm of the Zhongyou Dynasty.
Balian's mood was slightly mixed.
In the Suzaku coffin where his body was buried, who would have known that there was a harp hidden inside.
And this piano is obviously no ordinary piano.
Because what is hidden in the piano is the sacred bird of the Zhongyou Dynasty, the sacred bird Suzaku.
"You saved me again." Su Jing's calm and cold voice sounded, disrupting Balian's thoughts.
He lowered his head subconsciously, wanting to check on the woman in his arms, but he never thought that something slightly embarrassing happened.
He was a teenager when he died, but Su Jing, who has lived for more than two hundred years, has the body of an adult. Even though she was temporarily protected by him, how could such a cold and arrogant woman... The little bird nestled in his arms, waiting for his concerned eyes.
When I lowered my head slightly, what I saw was a beautiful neck as white as jade. The cold white skin silently explained what it means to sink into bones and jade into flesh.
This beautiful snow-white neck ruthlessly warned Balian that he was not as tall as a woman.
What’s even more frightening is that he will always have this kind of body in the future, and he will probably never grow taller again.
Somewhat frustrated, Balian raised his eyes unwillingly, and then he saw a clear and elegant face close at hand, staring at him with a low and calm gaze.
Half of the souls scattered around the body turned into dots of morning dew silver light and merged into the fire lotus. The lotus petals spread again, and the flowers bloomed at the time of intense love.
Bailian let go of her with a slightly stiff body, handed her the red lotus, and said: "Since Erhe Burial Heart can appear like this and live in a bronze tree, he is in private contact with the ancient gods. They reached an agreement, and Xihe said that the girl’s fate was bad, so you must have chosen the wrong person to negotiate with. Time."
The look in her eyes was uncertain for a moment, and her voice was as calm as before: "Really? But I think today... comes at the right time."
Bailian really doesn’t know where this person came from to be calm and calm.
Even when he took action, he didn't know that there was a Suzaku inside the coffin, nor was he fully sure that the Suzaku coffin could withstand the slashing of the giant spirit's axe.
She was very calm and relaxed.
(End of this chapter)