The accident happened too quickly. The strange scales did not alarm any instruments, and the explosion occurred in another moment. No one could escape the speed of light. Therefore, there was a circle of people around him, and no one could react.

Except for Sheng Lingyuan.

Sheng Lingyuan has always accurately controlled the time he had his eyes wandering on Xuan Ji - a little more frequently than looking at others, because although it is not suitable to stare for a long time, it is not natural after all, "old friends" and it is not natural to see less.

But he had a ray of spiritual consciousness that was hung on that man. He and Chi Yuan had the same origin. If he deliberately disguised himself, the spiritual consciousness and aura were no different from Chi Yuan, which had always been holding Xuan Ji. Xuan Ji was bound by Chi Yuan for three thousand years and was no longer sensitive. He could "peep openly" and no one could find it.

Therefore, Sheng Lingyuan moved almost at the same time, reaching out to block the firelight and Xuan Ji.

As soon as he touched the flame-colored light, Sheng Lingyuan was shocked. The demon itself was part of the rules of heaven and earth. Although it was firmly suppressed and bound, on the other hand, he was also the closest person in the world to the invisible and intangible "nature law rules". The huge rule power mixed in the fire almost dragged him in. Sheng Lingyuan instantly recognized the power of the rule, which was the most ruthless and intransitive... time in the world.

Time flew around, and Sheng Lingyuan protected Xuan Ji in his arms without hesitation, let go of the suppressed aura of the demon, and "half of the Chia Abyss" collided with the turbulent flow of time and space. In an instant, Sheng Lingyuan's flesh and blood collapsed into countless tiny dust, and the purple palace collapsed. Lightning hit the grave, and the "buzzing" armor and ancient weapons underground were all silent, and all the sacrificial texts instantly evaporated out of thin air.

Yanqiushan, who was guarding the entrance, suddenly felt a trembling for no reason. He picked up Zhichun and hid it in his arms. At the same time, he didn't care about respect and pulled Director Huang up and stuffed it to his colleagues: "Go out, immediately! Notify everyone to retreat!"

Yanqiushan made a quick decision and they retreated. The grave of three cents was then lit by a creepy thunderstorm. People were shaken to the eyes of Venus, and their hair stood up in a collective solemn manner.

Yanqiushan broke at the edge of the thunderstorm, and the metal system was most afraid of thunder. He was trembling all over his body, but Zhichun tried hard to get out of his arms. Yanqiushan said irritably: "What are you doing..."

Zhichun handed a abnormal energy detector that was taken out of his arms to him. Yan Qiushan could barely see clearly, and his face suddenly changed - the device was so quiet that it was suffocating, showing that the abnormal energy activity nearby suddenly fell like a cliff.

The thunderstorm lasted for several minutes, and the air was filled with the smell of ozone. Yanqiu Mountain, the leader of the people retreated fifty meters and only brought a few wind gods to guard the edge of the thunderstorm. For a moment, no one on the ground dared to act rashly. After the thunderstorm dissipated, he waited for another twenty minutes before the exploration fieldmen came out from the underground entrance.

Wang Ze staggered when he climbed up. Everyone behind him had a ghost on his face, and no one could tell what had happened. The mysterious boss who nailed the demon to death on the clam shell was actually carried out by Xuan Ji.

"Wake up, seal the entrance first," Xiao Zheng was in the same hands and feet, and he was incoherent, "Everyone goes... retreat..."

"It has been withdrawn," Yan Qiushan pressed his shoulders--shockedly found that Xiao Zheng was shaking like a fallen leaf, his eyes dissipated without focal length, and he hurriedly asked, "What's going on with you?"

Xiao Zheng wanted to speak, his muscles spasm, and he almost bit his tongue with his mouth, and his two rows of teeth were knocked a few meters away.

Yan Qiushan turned around and shouted: "Medical Team!"

The medical team was ready, and the special doctors rushed forward and stuffed people into the ambulance. After a lot of trouble and examination, they found nothing.

"Scared?" Even Yan Qiushan was not happy and angry, after hearing the diagnosis, his eyebrows almost flew out of his face, and he looked at his colleagues not far away in a daze following the eyes of the director of the special medical team. Among these people were Xiao Zheng, Wang Ze, and a large number of special field personnel who brought him out with his own hands. His daily work was to put his head on the belt, not to mention Director Xuan and the mysterious figure who was creepy, "Impossible, what was scared?"

The director of the special medical team shook his head.

"Has the mental trauma been investigated?" Yan Qiushan asked, "Is there any damage caused by mental abilities? The kind that directly creates a sense of fear..."

After saying that, he felt that something was wrong. If others didn't say it, Gu Yuexi, who grew up in a mental prison and was not crazy, could be immune to most of the mental attacks, and the inner demon miasma could not trap her. If there was something under the ground that was more powerful than the inner demon miasma, why didn't the shadow man use it when he was in trouble?

"Director! Mr. Yan!" A special doctor trotted over with something, "Look at this, it was taken off from Team Zhang."

Yan Qiushan's pupils shrank slightly, and Zhang Zhao's metal shell that had been paused for one second had deformed, as if it had been pulled by something after melting.

Zhang Zhao's pocket watch that "paused for one second" is very special, and the research institute has not yet studied it. The metal shell material of the outer ring of the stopwatch is unknown. So far, well-known metal systems from all over the world have come to try it. No one, including Yan Qiushan himself, can establish a connection with the material of the metal shell. The stopwatch will not be thrown out and cannot be borrowed. Only Zhang Zhao himself can use it, just like a part of his body.

The special doctor whispered again: "Squad Gu seems to have said something to our colleague just now, but no one understands it. If she asks her again, she will not say anything."

"What did you say?"

“It seems… ‘time’.”

Xuan Ji held Sheng Lingyuan and got into a special medical ambulance, shook his head and refused routine examinations and sedatives, and then reached out to stop the special medical doctor who wanted to take Sheng Lingyuan over. He rarely said with slim words: "No."

Special doctor asked: "Don't you need to have a check? In case of mental damage or something?"

Xuan Ji opened his mouth. He could usually talk to anyone for five yuan, but now he seemed to have forgotten how to speak human words. After being stuck for a long time, the word "no" popped up - it was hard for him to cooperate with his tone and eyes, and he said this word quite politely, and expressed the complex meaning of "I want to stay quiet for a while."

"Okay, the pager is on your left hand side. If you feel uncomfortable, call us at any time." The special doctors looked at each other, suspected that he might have broken the Broca area (note), put down his mental healing earphones and quietly retreated.

The voices were far away, and Xuan Ji let out a long breath. After relaxing, he felt his muscles trembling slightly.

That mysterious scale actually contains a short period of time rules - of course it is not "time" itself. If the time rules are concrete, let alone gods, demons, monsters, ghosts, the universe may be in full swing.

However, even so, everyone present also collectively absent.

For small mortals, witnessing the explosion of space-time rules in a small range close range is like experiencing a collapse of the sky and the earth. The impact it suffered far exceeds the limit of the individual. It is like the consciousness of a small ant, expanded into the eight wildernesses in the blink of an eye, and the fear that the soul is "infinitely" diluted to almost exist cannot be described to outsiders.

Even Sheng Lingyuan was not feeling well at this moment. On the surface, he was unharmed, but in fact he was torn and put together again after being torn. However, the speed of one shattered and one shattered was too fast and no one saw it. His body was in a row, and the sea of ​​consciousness that was crumbled was one step slower. His whole body was numb, and his body was not in charge, and he had no sense of it. Fortunately, the wisp of spiritual consciousness hanging on Xuan Ji's body was not broken. He knew that the man was fine, so he entered into a state of meditation and waited for the tumultuous demonic energy to repair the sea of ​​consciousness-the moment when it collided with the time rules in the scales, he captured something, but the speed was too fast, and the sea of ​​consciousness could only be reshaped.

"Ling, Lingyuan..."

Xuan Ji seemed to call him, Sheng Lingyuan, who was quietly guarding with his eyes closed, was alarmed by him, and listened carefully. Xuan Ji stammered and said several words... I didn't understand a single sentence.

Sheng Lingyuan frowned.

However, Xuan Ji, who suddenly became stuttering, seemed not very impatient, and he mixed up with the words. He was learning a foreign language and kept talking slowly. He had been talking for five or six minutes, and his accent generally changed back to the elegant sound. Sheng Lingyuan heard that he was reciting "Kou Xuan Chapter" - the first chapter of the practice when Dan Li introduced him to the school when he was a child.

Xuan Ji recited it while asking and answering it himself, and repeated the conversation between Sheng Lingyuan and Dan Li when he was young without saying a word.

Sheng Lingyuan seemed to have a string in his heart and was gently plucked, so soft that he suspected that his heart had grown back.

Then, Xuan Ji's accent began to change, mixed with many remote foreign languages. Sheng Lingyuan listened for a while and roughly learned about his situation: Xuan Ji had been through tens of millions of years and suppressed the demonic energy of the Eight Desolates with his own strength. The rules of time and space would not have blown him up to the point of being confused. Not only did he have three thousand years of Chinese changes in his mind, but he could also say a little in every race and place, and he was in a mess in the turbulent flow of time. Then he opened his mouth and forgot his words and settled for a moment.

So Sheng Lingyuan put his attention back to his sea of ​​consciousness in the background sound of his chattering, vaguely as if he was back in his youth - he was concentrating on his practice, and Xiao Ji was chattering unwillingly beside him, trying to attract his attention and calling him out to play.

The old dream that I never dared to relive in my life became true three thousand years later.

The tumultuous demonic energy in the sea of ​​consciousness was filtered out by Xuan Ji's voice, and it almost became gentle, but the progress became much faster. The information that Sheng Lingyuan saw at a glance in the scales was restored scattered.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise - the whistling sound heard in the turbulent flow of time and space was actually the sound of waves, and there was a vague sound of singing.

The mermaid's singing?

Sheng Lingyuan focused on the song of the mermaid and barely distinguished the lyrics through the vague ending sound.

"Praise"...what...and then what "water surface". In the mermaid's words, "sky" and "water surface" are the same word.

"Gemstone"... "White"... "White Gem"? This description sounds like jade.

What was "magnificent" afterwards? The singing was so blurry that he couldn't hear it.

Sheng Lingyuan repeatedly played the song recorded by the sea of ​​consciousness, and suddenly a flash of lightning flashed in his mind - wait, "Sky", "White Gem (Jade)" and "Great and Majestic", why does this seem to be the legendary...

"Lingyuan, you hurt me." Xuan Ji finally reached modern Mandarin, and suddenly said something without any signing. Sheng Lingyuan was interrupted by this throat. Only then did he realize that he was holding Xuan Ji's right hand tightly. He probably used too much force when he pulled him. He didn't know where to stop, and his hands were not relaxed after "disturbing".

This kid, who called His Majesty five or six people in front of him, was whispering "Lingyuan" behind him, muttering, as if he was wronged.

"You can bear it for a while," Sheng Lingyuan answered him quietly in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, with a smile, "How painful it can be, act coquettish."

Of course, Xuan Ji couldn't hear his echo, he was struggling alone.

I hope it is like a poisonous seed. If you find a little gap, you will plunge it in and take root and sprout without any worries.

Xuan Ji tried his best to mobilize his rationality, but he was still defeated step by step and was defeated. There was a malicious voice in his heart that told him: "The stress reaction will not lie. You see, his first reaction was to protect you regardless of everything."

Xuan Ji pinched his thighs and turned into a slut with difficulty, debating with himself: No, you may not be rushing to you regardless of everything. You have the last Vermillion Bird bone on you, and you have no place to find a replacement when it is cold. This may be for...for the overall situation.

The voice that seduced him in his heart appeared again: "But he was standing outside three steps, why didn't anyone react? Only he could pounce on you at the first time? He must have been watching you."

Xuan Ji grinned and rubbed his legs that were pinched by himself: Fart, Your Majesty is well versed in the laws of heaven, but he is keen. He has cut more people than those who know about the field. What's so strange about reacting faster?

"For the sake of the overall situation, why did he faint and still hold your hand to death? Look, your hands are made into chicken claws."

It may also be because I forgot to let go, or my muscles are cramped... Is there a cramp?

"Ha... He used to repeatedly suck his heart in front of the sword furnace for you and repeatedly cut off the sword."

Who has never been young and second-year-old? The junior high school child upstairs even ran away from home because of his mother's poster... The point that he was uneasy at that time should be because his ministers forced him to palace.

"But he has never married yet!"

Xuan Ji's breathing suddenly became heavier.

"He was young when he broke the sword, but he was not young when he jumped down from Chiyuan. Do you still remember that day? He had all his crowns, and even his jade pendants and seals were thrown to his followers, alone... except for the broken copper and iron on your sword."

Xuan Ji finally couldn't struggle anymore. He raised his eyelids that weighed several tons, fell on Sheng Lingyuan's face in fear, and his throat moved with difficulty.

The devilish voice in his heart urged: "Do you want to try it?"

Try it.

Do you dare not try it? You have done it secretly? What did you do in the sixth year of Qizheng?

The kings, princes, generals and ministers are all old. In what era are you afraid of being the ones who are following?

Besides, what can happen if you commit it?

Anyway, you are the last chicken bone... Bah, the Vermilion Bird bone, you can see where he can change the femoral bone for Chi Yuan.

Do you remember the last time you were in the underwater tomb?

Xuan Ji's throat moved, and when he remembered the scene in the tomb of Gaoshan King, his heart jumped violently.

In the wreckage of the ancient tomb under the sea, His Majesty freezes a coffin for himself, and fights against the temperature of the sea alone. He rashly breaks in and breaks it. He thought he would get a few stabs, but he didn't expect that the murderous demonic aura would dissipate so gently as if he recognized him.

Xuan Ji lowered his head like a demonic obstacle and approached Sheng Lingyuan bit by bit. The moment he touched his cold and soft lips, a thought passed through his mind like a meteor.

"Wake up and stab me." He begged, "beat me, or snatch me with your eyes..."

In this way, he can get rid of the hope that he is like a demon.

However, he failed to get such "good luck". Sheng Lingyuan did not "wake up" properly as he wished. Even when he became more and more arrogant and pried open His Majesty's teeth, Sheng Lingyuan's tense muscles seemed to loosen a little, and the force of pinching and deforming his hand disappeared.

But it still did not let go.

His Majesty, who was studying the mermaid's speech through an inactive body, was stunned. The sea of ​​consciousness that had finally gathered again had a tsunami and almost dispersed on the spot.

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