The ethereal voice echoed and wavered in the ancient temple. The person speaking was clearly right in front of him, but to Xu Qing, it felt like there were years in between.
It was as if someone was gently strumming the strings outside of time, giving the sound a sense of time.
The divine fingers in Xu Qing's body couldn't sleep, so they trembled even more.
As for Xu Qing himself, his heart was in turmoil at the moment. He couldn't see through the cultivation level of the Xiaxian Palace Master in front of him, and couldn't sense it at all.
Ethereal and ethereal, looming as if appearing.
This scene has rarely appeared as Xu Qing has grown up.
Based on his experience along the way, he has seen almost everything from domination to weirdness.
Even gods have experienced it many times.
Therefore, Xu Qing has his own reference in his heart for judging the aura, but now...he can't detect anything about this Xia Xian Palace Master, and can't find any similar reference.
The sense of the intertwining of the past and the present, the fusion of reality and illusion, is even stronger at this moment.
And all these feelings finally converged into a mystery, which filled Xu Qing's mind and became more and more intense.
As for the other party's words, under this sense of mystery, the charm of the rendering became profound, as if the voice from all living beings turned into an echo in Xu Qing's heart.
"Xia Xian..."
Xu Qing suppressed the turbulence in his heart, pondered for a while, and suddenly raised his right hand. The demon-subduing pestle where the ancestor of the Vajra Sect was was flew out in an instant and fell into Xu Qing's hand.
"Senior said, is this the thing?"
Xu Qing looked at the Master of Xiaxian Palace and spoke softly.
The ancient temple is quiet and filled with lingering sounds.
In this silence, the ancestor of the Vajra Sect in Xu Qing's hand was obviously shaking violently, with uncontrollable fear, as if it was facing a god.
The shadow under Xu Qing's feet also swayed slightly, restraining his emotions and not daring to make mistakes.
All this allowed Xu Qing to have more judgment on the cultivation level of the Xiaxian Palace Master in front of him.
After a while, the ethereal voice started again.
"Yes and no."
The woman in plain clothes still sat there with her back to Xu Qing, and the sound of time lingered for a long time.
"Do you know what Xia Xian is?"
Xu Qing was silent and did not answer immediately. He carefully recalled everything he knew about Xia Xian.
After a while, he spoke in a low voice.
"Xia Xian is a realm."
The woman in plain clothes shook her head slightly.
"Yes, that's not right either, just see for yourself."
The moment the voice disappeared, the woman raised her right hand and pointed slightly at the first of the nine scrolls enshrined behind the candle on the altar.
Suddenly, the hazy atmosphere on the scroll began to dissipate, and the figures in the scroll gradually became clear.
It was an old man, tall, with white hair and white beard, rough temperament, holding a golden crutch, made of... bone.
Those are not ordinary bones, but the bones of gods.
Even if it's just a picture, it's breathtaking, giving Xu Qing the feeling that this bone actually surpasses Chi Mu!
It is obviously a still painting, but the old man looks as if he is walking forward, as if he is stepping on the clouds, and he is filled with endless domineering energy.
The clothes on his body looked a little shabby, but they did not affect his temperament at all. Instead, they added a sense of vicissitudes of life. His eyes were as deep as the stars, as if he could see everything in the world.
Looking at this painting, Xu Qing wanted to remember it, but he found that he couldn't do this simple thing.
It's as if... the people in this scroll cannot be remembered.
"Gods cannot be looked at directly, immortals cannot be remembered."
The voice of the woman in plain clothes was still cold, floating in the temple.
"What you are looking at is one of the nine Xia Immortals from Wanggu Continent. His origin is not from the human race. No one knows his specific appearance. The scene left behind is also the transformation of his mortal form."
The woman spoke softly, and the sense of time was particularly strong at this moment.
His jade hand waved again, and the second picture became clear.
The figure in the scroll is still an old man, but different from the previous figure, he is less domineering and more elegant.
Wearing a scholar's robe, his long beard flutters in the wind, his face is rosy, and his eyes are deep, containing the way of heaven.
His hair was neatly combed and gently fixed on the top of his head with a wooden hairpin. His clothes were embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns, and every stitch and thread revealed an otherworldly atmosphere.
That is the breath of the gods.
Every stitch and every thread is clearly sealed with a god!
"You said that Xia Xian is a realm, which is right, but it is more of the definition of ancestors by later generations. Later generations of ancient practitioners believe that after Yun Shen is the master, after the master is the quasi-immortal emperor, and the quasi-immortal emperor
The immortal breakthrough is Xia Xian."
As the Lord of Xiaxian Palace spoke, he waved his hand again, and the third and fourth scrolls came into Xu Qing's eyes.
That's a man and a woman.
The woman's skirt is fluttering, her face is like a fairy, her hair is like a waterfall, dancing in the wind, her eyes are like a pool of spring water, with shimmering waves, and her every frown and smile make people enchanted.
Surrounded by countless light balls, they emit bright light, and if you look carefully, you can find that those light balls are actually stars.
As for the man in the fourth scroll, he looks middle-aged, with a majestic look between his eyebrows, and has thick black hair hanging down behind him.
His eyes are deep, like the dark starry sky, shining with the light of wisdom. The bridge of his nose is straight and his lips are thin, giving people a calm and steady feeling.
At its feet, there is a mountain of corpses!
The golden blood spread and became a sea, which was extremely amazing.
When Xu Qing saw this, his mind was strongly shaken. Even through the pictures, he could clearly feel the terror of those gods.
Some of them gave him the same feeling as Chi Mu, and some were even stronger.
But...in front of that man, there was nothing more than a corpse.
And the voice from the Xiaxian Palace Master is still echoing today.
"Actually, in the earliest days, Xia Xian was just a title. It was a title given to the outstanding people in the Huangtian Divine Realm. Xia Xian, Shang Xia's Xia."
"After that, with the flow of history, he descended into the immortal world and became the Xia Immortal."
Xu Qing took a deep breath. He had never heard of this information in the outside world.
After the Master of Xiaxian Palace finished speaking, his finger landed on the fifth scroll.
This painting is clear and reflects a young man.
The young man is wearing a white robe, with flowing skirts and full of fairy spirit.
The body of the robe is embroidered with gorgeous patterns, showing the noble body. The fingers are long and slender, holding a whisk. The silk threads of the whisk are fluttering in the wind, and a star field is tied to the end of each silk thread.
Countless worlds can be seen within it, containing all living beings.
As for the young man himself, he looks young, but there is an ancient meaning in his eyes, as if he has seen all kinds of things in the world and has rich experience, but his original intention is still there, and his gentle smile gives people a feeling of spring breeze, which makes people feel attracted to him.
dump.
"There are nine of them in total, from different ethnic groups. Among them, the human race is the most prosperous, with a total of five. This is why the human race has produced three ancient emperors in Wanggu."
The Master of Xiaxian Palace had a vague voice, and with a drop of his finger, the sixth scroll revealed a brilliant light.
In the painting is a woman with a gentle smile, like a blooming white lotus, and a fluttering Taoist robe, like a fairy descending from the earth, with long hair flying, willow eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, a beautiful face, and skin as white as snow.
His eyes are clear and bright, like a clear spring, shining brightly.
There is a sword hanging in the air behind him. This sword is as black as ink, containing destruction and death.
"The remaining three fell in the ancient battle, and their immortal thoughts formed fifty-four of the ninety-nine ancient heavenly statues."
The Lord of Xiaxian Palace sighed softly, raised his jade hand and waved it away, and the remaining three scrolls were revealed in Xu Qing's eyes.
These three paintings are somewhat gray and defeated. The first one is a woman, with black hair like a waterfall, skin as good as snow, graceful figure, elegant gauze, and a somewhat otherworldly atmosphere. Her lips are like red, which outlines the
A beautiful face.
His smile is the prettiest among all the paintings, bright and moving. When he was alive, his smile would have been like the sunshine in spring, making people feel like they were bathed in the spring breeze. But it is a pity that it has passed away now.
The other one is a young man with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are deep, and his face is full of traces of time. He is wearing a simple Taoist robe with sleeves fluttering in the wind, as if he wants to go away with the wind.
The last one, the screen is mostly empty, even if it is shown by the Xiaxian Palace Master, the figure is still hazy, and you can only vaguely see it, it seems to be an old man.
Although the figure could not be seen clearly, the charm from this scroll still reflected in Xu Qing's perception. He seemed to see an old man raising his hands to support the collapse of the sky, like a mountain, giving people an unshakable feeling.
"The last one didn't have time to leave behind his mortal form, so he could only retain the aura before his death."
The Lord of Xiaxian Palace raised his head and looked at the scroll on the altar.
Xu Qing was silent, bowed to the altar scroll, and bowed solemnly, then his eyes fell on the master of Xiaxian Palace, and he spoke respectfully.
"I wonder why the seniors summoned the juniors here?"
"The mission of Xia Immortal Palace, as known to outsiders, is to record the history of Wanggu Continent, but in fact, Xia Immortal Palace has another mission."
"Record the techniques that caused changes in Xia Xiangong's immortal source."
"Your soul seed caused waves in the fairy source, so... are you willing to leave one behind and store it in the fairy source of Xia Xiangong forever?"
"As a contribution, you can also find a technique from the Immortal Source to gain insights."
The Lord of Xiaxian Palace spoke softly. The little butterfly on his body and the eyes transformed by its wing totems shone at this moment. The voice from the little butterfly also came out at this moment.
"Ah, it's all for this. Master, his broken skills can still cause waves in the Immortal Source? That is the Immortal Source!"
There was some dissatisfaction in his voice, and even more of it contained envy.
Xu Qing pondered, he did not expect that the purpose of Xia Xiangong was actually the soul seed. This matter was nothing to him, but he was a little curious about the so-called immortal source.
"Senior, what is the immortal source you are talking about?"
The person who answered Xu Qing was not the Master of Xiaxian Palace. The little butterfly made a crisp sound.
"It was created by the nine Xia Immortals after they rose to look into the past. It is a great and only existence that transcends the way of heaven."
"It functions in thousands of realms of Houtu, and is the source of all the magical powers of Houtu."
"Most of Houtu's spells come from the Immortal Source and are spread in the world in various ways. At the same time, the Immortal Source is also responsible for collecting some rare and unique techniques, sorting them out and disseminating them again."
"In this way, we can practice in our hometown forever and endlessly."
"What a ghost! How could your soul seed cause fluctuations in the immortal source!"