Illusions were seen in the starry sky again, but this time it was no longer a scene of a bloody battle, but to the side of a quiet lotus pond.

A woman in light green clothes gently played the piano on the side of the lotus pond, unable to hear the sound, but it should be very elegant.

A young man was sitting at the stone table on one side eating pastries, listening to the woman playing the piano, looking at her enjoying herself, it was Pangu. I think the sound of the piano should be like the sound of nature, which attracted a group of birds and dozens of butterflies to dance in the lotus pond, which was beautiful.

Surprisingly, there are a large number of hibiscus flowers that are about to bloom in the lotus pond, but they are now blooming.

After a long time, the woman held the strings and stopped, looking at the pond as if she was saying something. Pangu also said a few words, as if she was saying something embarrassing, and she felt a little reluctant.

However, the woman smiled sweetly, her face turned red, fresh and beautiful, and she said something with a smile.

"The pride of the bones is touched by the wind and dew, and his heart is facing the rock. The whole house is full of spring, and I love the snow lotus alone!"

The pear blossoms on the side suddenly muttered softly, as if they were a poem. Zhaoming immediately asked in surprise: "What are you chanting?"

Lihua pointed to the picture: "Remember the poem they said!"

"Isn't there no sound? How do you know?" Zhao Ming was stunned. These pictures may be Pangu's memory, but only the pictures have no sound.

Lihua looked at him with a look: "Who said that she wanted to know what others said, "Isn't she lip-syncing?"

"Lips!" Zhaoming was stunned, but he didn't expect that Li Hua would have such ability.

Sun Jiuyang, who was standing beside him, frowned and said, "Miss Ji, who is this woman? It seems that she has a good relationship with Pangu, but what's going on with Doumu Xingjun?"

"What Miss Ji?" Zhaoming asked again.

Sun Jiuyang pointed in front of him, but found that the illusion in the starry sky had disappeared, so he could only say: "It's that woman, Pangu called her Miss Ji."

"How do you know?" Zhaoming asked in surprise. Could it be that he alone can't hear the sound?

"Lips!" Sun Jiuyang looked at him strangely: "Walking in the world, one of the necessary means of survival is not accepted by the ears, and eyes are more important. Don't you?"

Zhaoming was embarrassed. I was afraid that this kind of bullshit ability would not be able to do even in the world. But there were two people around him. He should have been normal, but when the number of people was compared, he was abnormal.

In an instant, ripples flashed in front of him, and another lotus pond appeared.

A beautiful woman stepped on a lotus flower barefoot and danced gently, with her clear face and white shirt, her black hair dyed ink, raised her wrist and lowered her eyebrows, and relaxed her hands. Her graceful body turned and shook her way on the flowers, like flowing clouds and water. The long black stockings flew in the wind, contrasting with the moonlight, and looked like three thousand Milky Ways.

A young man sat on the grass on the side of the lotus pond and watched quietly, drinking a little wine, with a little intoxicated face.

"This perverted gangster!" Li Hua couldn't help but mutter.

If this is really Pangu’s memory, it should be a random scene. This scene may have been a long time apart from the previous scene, but for Zhaoming and the other two, it was like Pangu had just finished playing the piano with the woman in green and ran here to watch the barefoot woman dancing.

But the picture in front of me was a bit beautiful, and it made several people look at Mo Bu and speak.

However, a scene that shocked the three of them immediately appeared. Pangu, who was drinking by the pond, suddenly stood up and jumped with the barefoot woman beside him. However, the ugly posture was indescribable, as if a toad was twisting.

Unexpectedly, Pangu had such a scene in the past. Sun Jiuyang said in a panic: "If I could write down this picture, I don't know if I could blackmail Pangu. But Doumu Xingjun danced so beautifully!"

It turned out that the barefoot woman was called Doumu Xingjun. Zhaoming secretly wrote it down in his heart.

I don’t know if it was because Sun Jiuyang said something, but the ripples in front of me flashed and turned into other illusions.

There are refining magic weapons, fighting at night in the Eight Deserts, and also dealing with people in front of flowers and under the moon. Various pictures appear randomly, and there are scenes that are repeated most often. The scenes that are listening to the sound of silk and bamboo by the lotus pond with Miss Ji.

Sun Jiuyang shook his head and sighed: "No wonder Doumu Xingjun often frowns and burst into tears. It turns out that the most important thing in Pangu's heart is not her, but this Miss Ji!"

Then he frowned: "Doumu Xingjun has been reborn, but he doesn't know where this Miss Ji is now."

Zhaoming didn't say anything, Sun Jiuyang seemed to know a lot about Pangu's life, at least he could call out his names in many characters in Pangu's memory clips.

The ripples flashed in front of me, and the picture turned again, and it entered the starry sky again.

Pangu appeared with a big bell above his head, with a expressionless face, but in his eyes, there was an indelible grief and anger. There was ice shattering in front of him, and within a moment, a man with a human body and snake tail appeared on the mountain above his head.

"It's him!" Sun Jiuyang exclaimed, his face showed a look of shock, and even trembled for a moment, which showed that he was afraid.

It is really rare to see a person who can make Sun Jiuyang afraid of becoming this way. Even the high priest of the witch clan, Sun Jiuyang only often said, but in Zhaoming's view, it is more of a kind of humor and not afraid.

"Who is this person?" Lihua asked.

Sun Jiuyang shook his head: "It's not to be said, it's not to be said! In short, this guy is a cruel man, and even my master is a little afraid of him. He is Pangu's biggest enemy, and it is because of him that he has this new world."

It seemed that the opponent in fate did not say much when they met, and immediately took action. Pangu's strength was indescribable at this time. Whether he had pursued billions of immortal kings in the starry sky or shot ten golden crows with bows and arrows on the island, it was not as big as one ten thousand blind.

Perhaps even the emperor cannot describe it, and the supreme may be inferior. Pangu in the picture is probably at the peak of the strongest moment. But even so, he has no choice but to take the half-human and half-snake powerhouse on the opposite side, and he can't do anything to attack no matter what.

This is a long-lasting battle, and there is no feeling of winning or losing until the picture disappears.

When the ripples flashed, the picture changed again. In the endless chaos, an axe broke through the universe, shattered the void, and split the chaos that looked like an egg in half. A tall and endless figure appeared in the broken chaos, holding its head up and stretching out the chaos.

"Pangu created the world!" Sun Jiuyang exclaimed.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a majestic figure appearing in the chaos, which was Pangu.

The illusion where there should be only pictures appeared in the illusion, and the mysterious light flashed, and there seemed to be a simple and simple sound. It seemed to be obvious. This is the sound of the beginning of the world, the perception of the powerful people of the Tao, and it is also the dream of the Taoist practitioners who have been pursuing for the rest of their lives.

The three of them no longer thought about it, all focused on themselves, hoping to hear one or two clearly. But the sounds were fleeting in a flash, and even though the three of them tried their best, they were like dragon claws in the clouds, hazy.

Just as I was about to sigh, the chaos suddenly shattered, the starry sky collapsed, and something wrapped in black light, releasing colorful lights flying out of the endless starry sky universe. It was getting closer and closer, and overall, square.

After getting closer, Zhaoming exclaimed: "It's a coffin!"

The flying thing was square and pitch black. I don’t know if it was painted with black paint or was born like this. It was clearly a coffin, which was simple and simple.

In an instant, Zhaoming suddenly felt his blood and energy rolling, his heart beating like thunder, and the feeling of resonance appeared again, clearly coming from the coffin.

What was inside... A burst of shock surged in my heart. The three of them looked at each other, but they didn't know what to say.

"Can it be Pangu's coffin?" Sun Jiuyang whispered, and a wave of fear surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but shivered several times.

"How is that possible!" Lihua shook her head: "Pangu created the world, transformed into all things, and even lost his soul, let alone the body, so how could he need a coffin?"

Zhaoming didn't say anything, and couldn't help but fly slowly towards the coffin.

"What are you going to do?" Sun Jiuyang hurriedly pulled him away.

Zhaoming's breathing became heavy and looked at the coffin in front of him and said, "I feel like he is calling me."

"You are crazy, this is just an illusion, not real... Oh my God!" Sun Jiuyang suddenly screamed loudly: "This is not an illusion, not real."

The pictures I saw before were all limited to a starry sky, but the coffin flew out of the starry sky, getting closer and closer to the three of them.

"I want to see what is inside and why it resonates with my body, soul and even soul!" Zhaoming said with a solemn expression.

Sun Jiuyang shook his head: "Don't go over, just wait for him to come and see what's there!"

The three of them immediately moved their positions and stood at a suitable angle. As the coffin got closer, they realized that the coffin had no coffin lid and was empty on it.

After getting closer, you can finally see the situation inside.

The three of them changed their faces and took a breath of air. A young man was lying inside, with his eyes closed and motionless, as if he was a corpse, looking exactly the same as Zhaoming. He could not feel any breath, but there was an indescribable pressure, which made Sun Jiuyang and Lihua feel like they were about to kneel down, but Zhaoming was not affected and stood upright.

But the shock in his heart was even greater than that of the two of them. Anyone who saw a person who was exactly the same as him would be like this, not to mention that this person might be Pangu.

"It's really Pangu, but is he dead or still alive?" Sun Jiuyang asked in a trembling voice. He was so brave that he was shocked when he saw the myth in the legend.

What was even more frightened was that although he could not feel Pangu's breath, he did not look dead at the moment, as if he was still a fresh body, just sleeping.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard Lihua screaming. Zhaoming immediately felt his scalp numb and his mind was beating wildly.
Chapter completed!