"Since you have sworn, you will never regret it forever. As long as this captain survives, your blessings will last forever and will last forever." Xuanyuan Nanxing suddenly burst out of his body, as if it was a day. He sat cross-legged in the light, with a solemn appearance and a strong atmosphere. The will of the king radiated out, causing the ghosts in the cabin to tremble. Under the suppression of the black and white millstones above his head, no ghosts dared to commit rashness.

Just kidding, this is the King of Netherworld, and I am like the ancestors of all ages. Although it feels a bit weird, the imprint from the spiritual level will definitely not be wrong. Regardless of whether they are enlightened or not, they will be suppressed innately. If they dare to roar at the King, they will be 100% damn.

Those ghosts who opened their wisdom, had lost hope and were ready to bow to their slave owners, realized that the opportunity had come. A king actually saved them from the sea of ​​suffering. It was a situation where they wanted to form a legion. I had heard that there were ghosts who called themselves the Nether Clan and built an ancient country outside the Black Sea.

The ghosts knelt on the ground and vowed to be loyal to the Emperor's name for eternity.

At this moment, a loud bang above the head, the black and white millstone slowly turned, and streaming light dropped, falling on the ghosts who were willing to serve the dead, shocking them.

"What a pure dark energy! It's really good to make up for the shortcomings directly from the foundation." Several figures knelt down and digested the gains with all their strength. However, more ghosts were passively received, and their utilization efficiency was much worse.

Xuanyuan Nanxing frowned slightly. There were not many ghosts who activated their spiritual intelligence. It seemed that they had to work hard and use extreme means to awaken the remaining consciousness in their bodies, achieving an intensified effect. They could fill in the memory fragments and form new individuals.

When I thought about this, the cabin suddenly roared.

The black and white millstone accelerated and rotated. Lightning shot down one after another, and then evolved into thunder.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

Immediately, the ghosts who were indeterminate and had been imprisoned in the slave market for many years were defeated by lightning, and their bodies dripped into the water like ink, which turned into thick fog and became rendered.

The fog in the cabin is getting more and more. Those ghosts who are intelligent and have already bowed to Xuanyuan Nanxing, even if their bodies are unstable and are attacked by lightning, can always grit their teeth and support them and struggle back from the brink of collapse.

The three-wheeled thunders fell down, and then the cabin was in the number of ghosts decreased by half. Many places were cleared out and turned into a large area of ​​thick black fog.

The thick black fog did not stay for too long, but was absorbed by a black and white millstone above the head.

As the millstone rumbles, the black fog is purified and injected into four balls of energy from virtual to real, rapidly increasing Xuanyuan Nanxing's foundation in the antimatter universe. The more energy gathers, the more the king's aura will be.

Of course, the pure Nether King of the ancient ghost country has the power of a saint, and it is too difficult to reach this level. It is equivalent to the level of a peerless master. In this fully developed universe, you can exert stronger power. Raise your hand and feet to move mountains and fill the sea, which is unfathomable.

Therefore, Xuanyuan Nanxing is considered a quasi-king at most, and this is still the light of half of the captain. With the power of the divine ship as an auxiliary, he solved the big trouble for him. Otherwise, it would be impossible to make these almost stubborn ghosts loyal to him.

Even a quasi-monarch evolved into a certain aura that could make these ghosts tremble all over. In particular, the black and white millstone blew down thunder, like a divine punishment. The ghost who had already opened his intelligence in the field resisted lightning while deeply fearing, and quietly left an indelible mark in his heart. From then on, he would do his best to satisfy the will issued by the king.

This will is heaven, this will is earth, the sky is greater than everything, and it carries everything.

What Xuanyuan Nanxing wants is this effect. If you want to form an army in a short period of time, you must pay equal attention to kindness and power. Moreover, the part that belongs to "power" must be slightly greater than favors, so that they can be afraid and feared, so that they can be controlled.

Thunder is a catastrophe for the ghosts in the cabin. However, if you survive a few lightning bolts, you will find that your body is condensed a lot, which is also fortunate.

Gradually, the number of broken memory fragments increased, and they were actually wrapped around the black and white millstone like chains, trying to turn into a brand new ghost.

"Hmph, are the dead indomitable and the living**? The number is extremely large, enough for the first time to transform." Xuanyuan Nanxing took out the silver flute and played a flute song. If you listen carefully, you will find that it is like the four-tribulation demon song of the universe that Meng Xiaochu once played, but in essence, it is inclined to the formless music score recorded in the Golden Book of the Lawless Piano. The wind and cranes are shuddering, and the plants and trees are all soldiers, with a kind of shrillness.

"Ah, I can't stand it anymore. I'm in hell and struggling, it's better to die." Some ghost couldn't stand it and hugged his head and hit the bulkhead.

With a "bang", the high-level ghost that shouldn't have been so fragile hit the bulkhead and broke. If someone were here, he would definitely not believe the scene in front of him.

This is a high-level ghost with extraordinary intelligence. He died as soon as he said he could die. Xuanyuan Nanxing didn't even lift his eyelids, but he still played the flute song, making the entire cabin full of endless depression.

"Emperor, please mercy. We wandered in silence for countless years. We were able to regain a trace of consciousness and condense our bodies. We did not want to return to nothingness. We were willing to submit sincerely. Today we made a poisonous oath. If we were disrespectful in the future, we would inevitably die in the universe and there would be no return to our position for one day." Several ghosts, who were also affected by the sound of the flute, hurriedly knelt over and looked at the figure like heaven and earth with prayer. They dared not have any reservations in their hearts and devoted themselves to the spirit of the wise.

The flute song still lacked a sense of hostility. However, it was still raging in the cabin, like a magic sword that opened the sky, slashed on those tangled memory fragments, causing silent shock.

The great shock began, vast and boundless.

You should know that the weapons of the Daqin clan are all working on the word "sound". After being improved by Xuanyuan Nanxing, the sound of the flute evolved into three tones, namely the ethereal sound, the sound of the past, and the sound of purification.

"The ethereal sound is thought-provoking, enlightens the mind and sees the nature, and illuminates the true self."

"The voice of the past, trace the origin, reverse time, and examine the id."

"The sound of purification can realize the root of the essence, sublimate the best, and evaporate yourself."

"Where am I? Gulina, cheer up, don't leave me." A voice sounded, calling for the lover and the person I missed.

"Wu Shuang King, how could it be that you betrayed me? The person you trust the most betrayed me. No, I can't die. I am the king of all kings, just one step away, just one step away!" A shrill cry of sorrow sounded, and with reluctance and resentment, Isolate the eternal roar.

"Brothers, for the sake of our family behind us and for our planet, we will fight to the death." The courage was inspiring, as if someone really led a large army to attack, presenting a shadowy scene, showing the last scene before his birth.

"It's destroyed, it's all destroyed, why? Why is such a vast starry sky destroyed? I feel ashamed, and I can't analyze what kind of terrible elements hidden in the dark fog in the sky, and why does it pollute our clan?" He was unwilling again, but sighed and despaired.

"Mom, Jun'er doesn't want to die, doesn't want to. She hasn't seen her father yet, no." The child was trembling in the cold wind, and he showed his strong will. The fragments of memory have been passed through the ages. If he could survive, he would definitely become a strong man.

Too much sadness, too much helplessness, too much unwillingness, gathered together, inspired by the sound of the flute, and destroyed by the sharp will, all of which were displayed. Among them were wild beasts roaring, even the roar of silicon-based life, and all kinds of tragic things in the universe were also staged here.

I don’t know when Xuanyuan Nanxing had put down the silver flute, but the sound of the flute was still circling and trembling. He only heard him sigh: “Alas! People are afraid of darkness, because darkness is accompanied by death, with unknowns, and sighs. The dead are gone, and those years have turned into yesterday’s dust. Don’t be obsessed with returning to the world anymore. Dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth. It has existed, and it is eternal in your time.”

At this moment, when purifying, most of the sounds stopped and were very peaceful.

"Gulina, my love finally sees you." The initial voice guided a small piece of memory to her. After careful identification, she carefully cared for it. Although her face was unclear, she still showed a half-smiling face, turning into crystal clear and drifted away.

"Brothers, it turns out that many years have passed. We have fought to the last drop of blood, and the foreign tribes are finally defeated. Good people are not cowards. I should move forward like this bravely when I bring out my soldiers. Since I die, this life is enough!" Nearly a hundred pieces of memory scattered.

"Mom, can't you find your mom? Hey, are you dad?" It was like a magnetic pole, two memory fragments were absorbed together.

"Jun'er, you are Jun'er. Yes, I am my father. I have waited forever and finally got my wish." This memory fragmented and shined.

Many memory fragments are relieved and satisfied. They see hope in the light and beauty in the light, which collapses. A small number of memory fragments remain. They see great misfortune and the cruelest truth. The consciousness of resurrection is getting stronger and stronger. Even if the sound of the flute is shrill, like thousands of blades piercing the heart, they have to return to the world and make up for the past.

Suddenly, the memory fragments were not turned into light and realized something. They knew that they were incomplete and their memory was not complete. They needed to find ways to restore perception, to overcome obstacles, and to be fearless in order to eventually grow up.

There is a road leading to the underworld ahead, and a magnificent figure is watching them. This is a test, a competition, and an opportunity.

"Kill, kill a world, my life is not the same as the sky." The man who claimed to be the king of all kings embarked on a journey, held a broken sword in his hand, attacked the mad beast in the gust of cold wind, and repaired himself.

"This saint master died, and the galaxies suffered great disasters and turned into an endless black sea. Even the star field in my hometown has fallen, so I can complete the mission that I had not completed before my lifetime." Ancient sages embarked on a journey and brought in pieces of inspiration, like an ascetic monk, subduing dragons and tigers.

The entire cargo hold was in turmoil. It was peaceful just now, but now it was rampant in murderous thoughts.

Xuanyuan Nanxing looked at everything, and he waited for the memory fragments of the strong to recover and made up for the lack of them by himself. Since he wanted to form an army, he had to eliminate the poor and leave the strong to be worthy of the dark energy grinding out by the combined efforts of the great light and the great darkness.

At the same time, several figures floated to the cloud wall, and one of them pointed forward and said, "It's here, senior brothers, Jiutou Fenghao still dares to come to the holy city. This is the descendants of Master Daqin who are slapping us in the face! The teacher has not yet escaped from the calamity, how can we give up as a disciple?"!~!
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