Chapter 1962 (1/2)
The hall is a hundred feet high, and one dragon column rises to the sky, supporting the hall. The stone dragon on the dragon column is lifelike, as if it can fly out of the hall at any time.
At the same time, at the end of the hall is a statue of ten feet tall.
Just then.
The idol suddenly opened his eyes. Those eyes were deep and dark, just like the black hole in the universe. Song Yan just looked at them, and he felt like he was about to fall into them.
Frightened, he quickly took back his eyes. He knew that there was a spirit or remnant of some extremely powerful person on the statue.
”Son, kneel and kowtow!”
Suddenly the statue spoke.
Without any hesitation, song Yan knelt down and kowtowed directly. He kowtowed nine times before he stood up.
”What's your name, son?” God asked again.
”Song inkstone!”
”Very good!” The statue nodded with relief: ”you are the first one who has completed the spiritual ladder since the founding of the reign of hunyang sect. It can be seen that your spirit has surpassed all the people of hunyang sect. Only those who have such spirits can obtain the map of creation heaven.”
”What is the sky map of creation?”
Song Yan asked.
The God said: ”the creation of the sky map is the creation of the sky map. As long as we understand the above things, we can achieve the creator. This is also the pursuit of our hunyangzong. Unfortunately, the ancestors who left the creation of the sky map left a message. Only those who pass through the spirit of the heaven ladder are qualified to fully understand the creation of the sky map. Although we are convinced of this, we are not willing to give up on it. There are thousands of them All the generation masters tried to understand the creation of the sky map, but no one was able to succeed. Even so, every one of them became one of the most powerful in the universe by virtue of the creation of the sky map. It's a pity Well, let's not talk about the past. Now, I'll send you the map of creation heaven! ”
As soon as the other party's voice fell, there was a large slate in front of song Yan, which was carved with some strange patterns. However, he could not understand it. Moreover, the slate looked like an ordinary slate, which was not special at all.
”This is the map of creation heaven?”
Song Yan asked with some doubts.
”Not bad! This is the map of creation heaven! ”
”Before the heavenly way of this universe was broken, there were many people who wanted to capture this celestial map. Unfortunately, each of them saw it, but no one recognized it!”
Then, song Yan's ear heard a small sound, which was teaching him how to open the sky map of creation.
”Son! Can I ask you something? ” ”,”
”please talk!”
”You should come from another universe. My hunyang sect has disappeared in this universe, but some disciples have fled to other universes. If you have the chance to see them, I hope you can take care of them!”
”Good! I promise! ”
”By the way, you can take this mountain with you!”
”How can I take this mountain? I can't take it at all!”
”Ha ha! Don't worry, you just need to refine the heart of the holy mountain, and you can take this body away, and the heart of the holy mountain is in this statue! ” As soon as the voice fell, the statue suddenly split, and a slap black stone appeared in the sight.
With a wave of his hand, the black stone appeared in front of him, and he held it with his hands. Immediately, song inkstone had a feeling of being able to control the holy mountain.
When his mind moved, he began to release the power of law to refine the heart of this holy mountain. Unfortunately, the speed of refining was too slow. He could not help but join a group of chaotic powers. As expected, the speed of refining increased greatly.
One day later, song Yan completely refined the heart of this holy mountain, and his mind moved. The whole situation on the holy mountain reflected in his mind. He saw the red moon god, who was anxiously looking at each other on the hillside. Her condition was very bad, and her face was white.
A flash of thought.
He appeared directly on the hillside.
”Little brother!”
At the sight of song Yan, Chiyue rushes up and embraces him.
”Don't worry, elder sister. I'm not only fine, but also lucky!” Song Yanlian hurried, smelling the fragrance from her body, but he felt the deep concern of the red moon god king in his heart. When Sikong Mingyue saw this scene, he somehow had a little taste in his heart.
”You'll be fine!”
The red moon god released the song inkstone.
”Sister, are you hurt?” Song Yan asked.
”Nothing! It's just that the spirit has suffered some trauma, and will recover after a period of cultivation! ”
”Your sister saw that you were grabbed by the big hands in the big array. She attacked the array subconsciously and was counterattacked by the array. She almost died!” The silver winged King interposed.
”Sister, why are you so stupid!”
Song Yan was shocked, but was moved. Then he took out the only ten thousand drops of gray liquid: ”elder sister, take these soul liquid!”
To this, the red moon god king did not refuse.
After taking the lost soul liquid, her injured spirit also healed at a visible speed, but at last it was not healed.
Song Yan's heart moved: ”sister, open your mouth, I have a magic medicine for you to take!”The red moon god king gave him a white eye, opened his mouth gently, and song Yan bent his fingers to flick, and a drop of original power flew directly into her mouth.
”Is this...?”
The red moon god king can't help but be surprised: ”little brother, how can you bring such precious things to your elder sister to recover from the injury!” The red moon god king looks at Song Yan with some blame.
”Elder sister's health is more important!”
Song Yan chuckles and says that the power of origin, which is extremely precious in other people's eyes, is nothing in him, because after 14 transformations of his spirit, as long as it is within a certain range, the power of origin can be directly photographed.
The universe is dead, and the power of the source is out of control. Therefore, the power of the source of the universe is left to him.