Chapter Seven Hundred and Thirty Seventh Gift

Ancient Blue Islands Domain, Qinghua Domain.

On the Northern Continent, within the Canopy Kingdom, a pitch-black hexagonal tower stands in the deep mountains.

The hexagonal tower, simple and mysterious, up to forty-nine floors, was enveloped by an unpredictable force.

This is Qinghuayu, the legendary holy land of the inheritance of fate - the Six Witch Pagoda.

at this time.

On the top floor of the forty-ninth floor of the Six Witch Tower, a tall old man from Canggu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the starry sky.

The old man was dressed in a cloak and black robe that was as quiet as the night. His eyes seemed cloudy, but they were as deep as the starry night, revealing endless vicissitudes and wisdom.

Meow

A strange and long cat meow penetrated into the void.

I saw a big silver-black cat with a lazy expression, leaning against the corner and yawning.

"Wise man, you have been standing here all day and night."

Behind the Six Wise Men, stood some figures.

Close to each other were a priestess with a delicate face like the night moon, and an old man with a white beard.

"Qin Xin, you didn't let me down, and you didn't live up to your mother's master's wish; you have changed your fate and luck, and few people have done it since ancient times."

The six witches and wise men looked relieved.

His deep eyes seemed to penetrate the heavy space, and the direction he was looking at was the Hall of Ancient Sounds of Brahma Wheel.

buzz

Suddenly, a layer of starlight and silver radiance appeared above the Six Witch Pagoda, shrouding the Six Witch Wise Men.

Meow

The big lazy cat gave a jolt with a look of anticipation.

"Qin Xin? Liu Qinxin"

Behind the wise man, the priestess, the white-bearded old man and others all lost their color.

in memory.

Wasn't Liu Qinxin buried in an extraterritorial inheritance?

As for Liu Qinxin's life and death, the six witches and wise men have long given the conclusion that "the misfortune is more fortunate than the good fortune".

"Liu Qinxin... how is that possible"

A graceful and rich woman appeared on the forty-ninth floor of the Six Witch Pagoda at an unknown time.

This woman can be called the beauty of the country, with a peerless and beautiful face that is unparalleled, with a frown and a smile, she has the power to seduce the world.

comer.

It was Princess Qin, the female disciple of the Six Wise Men.

"Five or six years ago, Master had a certain conclusion, isn't Liu Qinxin dead?"

Princess Qin looked surprised and her expression changed.

Actually.

The wise men of the Six Witches came to the conclusion that "the misfortune is more fortunate than the good", and Liu Qinxin's death has been confirmed.

But out of various considerations, the six witches and wise men exposed Liu Qinxin's life and death.

"Master, didn't you come to a conclusion long ago that Liu Qinxin is not dead, how can you reverse the fate?"

Princess Qin asked respectfully.

The six witches and wise men have accepted three female disciples, and they have chosen the Way of Fate, the Way of Mei, and the Way of Leisure respectively.

Among them, Princess Qin was the only one who survived, but she was the least valued among the three female disciples.

A wise man likes disciples of the Dao of Life the most, followed by disciples of the Dao of Leisure.

It's a pity that these two female disciples paid a great price for changing Liu Qinxin's fate. Their deaths, Princess Qin was only a small part of the push.

"The end of the end is the beginning; death also means new life."

The wise man of the six witches, in the turbid eyes, revealed a thriving brilliance, with a trace of doting and joy.

The people at the top of the tower had strange expressions on their faces.

In my impression, it is rare to see such a face on the face of a wise man.

"Newborn? Could it be..."

The priestess, the white-bearded old man and the others were shocked.

For a time, everyone was speculating.

"After enjoying the scenery of the Brahma Wheel, she is free from the shackles of numerology in this life; seven years later, the new seed has sprung and blossomed, prosperous, and wants to bear fruit..."

The light on the face of the six witches and wise men became brighter and brighter.

There are a few people behind the fate and thought.

"Qin Xin, what are you doing here this time?"

The six witches and wise men turned around.

He didn't mention more about "Liu Qinxin".

"Master, the Scarlet Moon Demon Sect is now revived, counterattacking the mainland, and the common people are in jeopardy. The Scarlet Moon Sect leader is awe-inspiring, and recently it is said that he is in retreat and has plans to attack the False God King..."

Princess Qin said.

In the past few years, the Red Moon Demon Sect has revived and is spreading little by little, counterattacking the mainland.

The Sanctuary Alliance and the ten major sects tried their best to suppress them, but they were unable to stop the general trend.

"Wise man, you can definitely save the people of the continent."

The people behind said.

There was also a trace of expectation in Princess Qin's eyes.

The great canopy country where she is located has also been eroded by the Scarlet Moon Demon Sect.

The Jagged Sect took this opportunity to control and lead the entire power of the big country in one fell swoop to deal with the Demon Sect.

"Wait, you don't need to worry about the sky. Qinghuayu is the place where the air transport gathers..."

The wise man of the six witches smirked.

He stopped talking and returned to retreat.

Princess Qin let out a long sigh, with a hint of unwillingness on her face.

Meow

The big lazy cat glanced at her with a slight hint of shyness, and disappeared from the spot with a gentle dash.

Dry Sanctuary.

On a barren miniature domain with thin vitality.

This miniature domain, less than one-fifth of the Eight Desolate Mountains, is a lake of dead ashes.

at this time.

On the surface of the lake, a death metal sailboat floated, and a layer of strange purple light waves flashed.

Two dead guards, stationed in front of and behind the sailboat.

"Qiansheng group, Le Dao sect, I didn't expect it to be here..."

A gloomy figure like the stalwart of death appeared in the bow of the ship.

Beside him stood a little girl with white eyes.

The girl with white pupils grows very fast. In the white pupils, there is an empty pupil power, and there is a mysterious and elusive power.

"Master, the sect with the word 'qin' is the location of the death target."

The white-eyed girl said.

She is now slim and beautiful, but she has the temperament of an unusual girl.

"The sect with the word 'qin', hehe, this reminds me of an ancient and powerful music sect."

The smile on the corner of Death Emperor's mouth gradually turned cold.

Tianshengqin Palace

This reminded him of some dusty grievances deep in his memory.

The Death Emperor fell into short-lived memories.

The life of any great emperor can write a legendary biography.

The Emperor of Death is no exception. His growth and life were not all smooth sailing, but also full of ups and downs, ups and downs, and magnificent waves.

Few people know.

The Great Emperor of Death has been reborn twice before he has achieved his current achievements.

the first time.

He finally reached the peak of the king, and wanted to attack the False God Emperor.

As a result, he was ambushed by several great emperors.

Just because the Great Emperor of Death has offended many people, with the Eye of Death, he has great potential.

Those emperors joined forces to kill the emperor of death.

The Emperor of Death has a special eye of death, his soul escaped, and he succeeded in rebirth.

the second time.

He was even more unlucky. Although he was promoted to the Great Emperor, he was chased and killed by the Holy Master of the Xuanguang Realm.

This time, I almost lost my soul.

"The second time I died, I was chased and killed by the Holy Master of the Holy Land of Floating Dreams. During that time, it seemed that there was support from the Le Dao Sect."

The Emperor of Death remembered the dusty memory for a long time.

After two rebirths, he has reached the heights he has so far.

Now, standing at the pinnacle of the Great Emperor, he has a strong foundation of strength and masters all kinds of terrifying death bans; even the Holy Master of the Profound Light Realm is unwilling to offend him and shoot him easily.

"Tianshengqin Palace, let's solve it together."

In the dark and boundless pupils of the Great Death Emperor, a cold killing intent emerged.

The voice fell.

On the death metal sailboat, the figure of the Death Emperor has disappeared.

"Why... the next trajectory of fate is blocked by a certain force."

A girl with white pupils, holding a paintbrush, biting her lip.

finally.

She struggled to draw a picture.

The painting skills of the white-eyed girl have improved significantly.

In the picture, it can be clearly seen that the death emperor and another purple-haired youth are facing each other from a distance.

"Are we finally going to meet?"

The two death guards beside him looked at the scene in the painting.

the same moment.

Fan Lun Ancient Sound Hall, the forty-ninth floor.

Under the mysterious and boundless ancient starry sky, the people in the ring hall suddenly lost their color.

The flawless ice jade body, lingering in a layer of starlight, exudes a mysterious fragrance, which has the effect of edifying the soul.

Suddenly.

The snow-white ice muscle and jade bones began to melt little by little in a mysterious starlight.

"Qin Xin"

Zhao Feng was shocked.

Close at hand, the smiling Liu Qinxin, from bottom to bottom, melted little by little in the starlight.

Everyone was stunned, but nothing could be done.

"Feng, you can come, Qin Xin died without regret, it is a blessing in this life."

A soft, empty and clear voice sounded on the forty-ninth floor of the Ancient Sound Hall.

I see.

In the melted corpse, there appeared a Liu Qinxin formed by the void of starlight spots, dressed in snow-white veil, like a classical fairy in poetry and painting.

Ding

Under the completely melted corpse, a rusted bronze coin appeared.

"Qin Xin... Are you alive or dead? Do you still exist in the world?"

Zhao Feng stared at the nihilistic Liu Qinxin.

This Liu Qinxin was composed of completely empty thoughts, Zhao Feng could see it.

"Feng, my death is for a new life to break through the shackles of numerology; since you have found this place, it can be seen that our next life is unbroken."

The starless Liu Qinxin smiled sweetly, happy and satisfied.

buzz

Her body composed of emptiness starlight showed an unstable trend, and the light gradually dimmed.

Zhao Feng's complexion changed, this was just a trace of the mind body left by Liu Qinxin, presented through the mysterious power of the Brahma Wheel Ancient Sound Hall.

"time is limited."

Liu Qinxin's expression turned positive, and she said, "Feng, you hold this bronze coin, it may help you resolve the impending crisis to some extent."

swish

The Liu Qinxin composed of starlight turned into a bright spot of light and merged into the bronze coin.

In an instant.

The rusted bronze coin, with a mysterious starlight, fell into Zhao Feng's palm.

"Feng, this is my gift to you... See you in the next life."

The quiet and soft voice disappeared in the void.

Brahma Wheel Ancient Sound Hall, the forty-ninth floor, belongs to Liu Qinxin's breath, disappeared from the world.

Zhao Feng stared at the starlight bronze coin in his hand and was stunned for a moment.

"The imminent crisis? Could it be that Qin Xin has already anticipated something?"

Zhao Feng's mental consciousness was immersed in the bronze coins.

In an instant.

His mind and thoughts entered a starry world.

This world, the sun, the moon, and the stars, operate in a mysterious way, producing an unfathomable force.

next moment.

Various perceptions and artistic conceptions, along with the movement of the sun, moon and stars, were integrated into Zhao Feng's mind.

"This is……"

In Zhao Feng's ears, there seemed to be a faint sound of the piano, echoing in his soul.

In that bronze coin, there is a strange and ethereal music power and artistic conception, which is integrated into Zhao Feng's soul.

Zhao Feng felt that his soul's artistic conception was sublimated for a short time, becoming ethereal and clear.

The sublimation effect of the soul and artistic conception is more than ten times that of the phantom wine.