Modern Valkyrie

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"Is this... cause and effect?"

Seeing the last picture, Qin Xuan muttered, maybe he already knew all of this, but no matter what, he knew that the picture imagined in his mind was not as shocking as when he saw it with his own eyes.

After all, the figure of the man and the sacrifice of the ancient Ming Ha had strongly touched his heart. It was a kind of... shocking aura, tearful and tragic.

"War, the war between the real world and the real world, destroys the starry sky and buries all living beings. Here, a person is very small and insignificant. But if you want to take the initiative and protect what you care about, then you need to make yourself strong Get up, so strong that there is no heaven and earth to reverse your heart, no sky to cover your will. This is the purpose of cultivation."

At this time, Master's voice sounded.

Qin Xuan nodded.

At this moment, he still remembers the screaming roar of the man looking up to the sky, the heroic tears of the ancient toad when he sacrificed his life, and the desolate sound of the piano that traveled through time and space, all of which are just because he is not strong enough. , not so strong that even the sky cannot violate one's own will, nor can heaven and earth violate one's own heart.

Powerful, one day, I must be so strong that palms are related to birth and death, thoughts are born to be born, thoughts to be extinguished to be extinguished, and I will be my own master.

This is Qin Xuan's heartfelt voice when he clenched his fists. Perhaps this has already existed in his heart, because the concern in his heart made him... have to protect it, even if he gave up everything.

"My teacher brought you here just to let you see what is a real war and what is a real heroism!"

The master glanced at Qin Xuan and spoke slowly.

"In this world, the law of the jungle is the law of survival. If you have no strength and no mind, then even if you walk step by step and become very strong, you will eventually perish. The body can be destroyed, the soul can be destroyed, but the persistence in the heart , the concern in my heart is that no matter what the situation is, I can't lose it, only in this way can I really go on, to the day when even the sky and the stars are trembling."

Master's words slowly swirled and fell into Qin Xuan's ears. Qin Xuan knew that Master was teaching him. Perhaps he had already understood this, but at this moment Master's personal teaching made him feel a kind of warmth.

That is the relationship between master and apprentice, and that is the meaning of a mentor.

"Okay, this is just the end of this war, I will take you to see the... real war now!"

With a flick of the big sleeve, Qin Xuan was rolled up, and the Changhong pierced the sky, whistling away.

After about a stick of incense passed, Qin Xuan was brought by the master to a starry sky, which was a picture in the memory of the years, and it was still here at the moment, but when the master stretched out his hand and looked towards the nothingness below Just in time, the stillness here turned into movement in an instant, as if the entire starry sky was revived in an instant.

A tragic and solemn atmosphere immediately swirled around Qin Xuan's surroundings.

The tragic sound of fighting came from a distance, and the smell of blood turned the entire sky into red.

As it approached, Qin Xuan felt as if he was on the scene, the rushing breath made his body tremble and his mind was confused. It was a kind of real killing. Cang Yu.

This is the real war.

It's a fight between worlds.

Qin Xuan tried his best to calm down his mind. This was a period of time before Yanhuang Eternity. He wanted to remember all of this, because it was the ancestors who sprinkled blood to protect and inherit the glory of the bloodline.

At this moment, he thought of what the other party said when he was on the top of Mount Tai, when he faced the blood devil, was the battle of the ages over...

He used to be very confused, but now, he saw it, saw the tragic scene, and saw the battle before the eternity.

This is a starry sky, dyed red by blood. Wherever you look, there are dense figures, crumbling stars, broken corpses, mountains of weapons, and blood-stained Tianhe. It is full of desolation and dilapidation.

"Kill!"

"Kill, Yanhuang Wuhui, my generation of monks, why do you want to fight!!"

"Life is a Yanhuang man, and death is a Yanhuang ghost. My burning blood creates the glory of Yanhuang!!!"

"Yanhuang has no regrets!!"

"Yanhuang has no regrets!!!"

"Yanhuang has no regrets!!!"

Shocking roars and roars came from afar and landed in Qin Xuan's ears, making his blood boil and he shed tears unconsciously. The tears were only for the heroism of the ancestors.

He saw it.

He saw that in the starry sky, there were four areas in four directions, one of which was densely packed with ancient bronze swords floating, and there were no less than a million black-clothed cultivators standing on it.

In another area, there are hundreds of thousands of ferocious black dragons, each of which is tens of thousands of feet long, surrounded by a black aura, and there are even vague figures standing on it. And rise.

In another area close to it, there are countless towering mountains. The mountains are all blood-colored, mottled with time, with various weapons stuck on them, and in front of the huge mountains, there is even more. The huge ferocious beast was locked in iron chains, exuding a monstrous evil spirit.

And the remaining area is a bloody river flowing that seems to cover the sky. Above the bloody river, there are densely packed figures in blood clothes sitting cross-legged. At a glance, there is nothing but infinity.

These are four directions, four areas, and four camps, which have locked the sky and sealed the universe.

But in the center of the four directions, there are tens of thousands of extremely huge warships. The battleships look like ancient building ships, covered with gloomy muzzles, and there are countless figures standing there. When seeing these people, Qin Xuan felt familiar.

He knew that those in the middle were the ancestors of the Yanhuang clan from ancient times.

"Master!"

Qin Xuan looked at his master, he wanted to go and have a look, who were there, even though they might have been buried in the river of time, but he still wanted to have a look.

"go!"

The master nodded, and the two roared away. For this place, the two may be just spectators, outsiders, or more likely, everything here is the memory engraved in the blood of the Yanhuang clan.

Therefore, the two of them were here, even those who practiced shockingly powerful cultivators could not notice the two of them at all, allowing the two of them to shuttle past and arrive at the extremely huge ancient building in the middle.

This is an extremely splendid building ship, with layers of space inside, it is a treasure. Qin Xuan and Shizun stepped into this place, and immediately felt the boiling of the blood, the burning of the heart, that is... the ignition of the Yanhuang blood.

A burst of piano sound came from the front of the building boat.

Qin Xuan walked over, and he saw a beautiful scene.

On the deck in front, a woman in fluttering white clothes was sitting beside an ancient piano stand, her crystal clear hands were flicking on the strings, and the ethereal sound of the piano reverberated, her soft black hair Dispersed, as if she is not a woman in the world.

And beside this woman, there is a man standing. He has a majestic figure, black hair lightly fluttering, and a huge sword on his back. empty.

"I understand……"

Qin Xuan murmured, walked over, and walked in front of the two of them. The man's face was somewhat similar to that of Yue Kongyuan, but there was a trace of vicissitudes, a trace of deep fatigue, but in his eyes, he was looking at the side When he was a girl, it was a tenderness that could never be melted away.

When Qin Xuan saw the woman in fluttering white clothes, he couldn't help but tremble. It was a face that could make the world pale, a beautiful face, black hair, and crystal clear hands. The strings are outlined together, and when you look at it, it is like a poem and a picture.

Zheng! !

The woman played a song, pressed her crystal hands on the strings, stood up slowly, looked at the man next to her, with watery tenderness in her eyes, and softly called: "Guoer!"

The voice is like water, ethereal like the sound of a fairy, when one listens to it, one's heart flows like a fairy spring, forgetting everything in the world.

The man stretched out his hand, hugged the woman in his arms, and sighed softly, "Long Er, do you blame me?"

"Guer, why do you say that?" The woman raised her head and looked at the man.

"Long'er, we are surrounded, there is no support, it's very likely..." the man said softly, and he couldn't continue after speaking, because the woman had already raised her jade hand to seal the man's mouth.

"Later, as long as I'm with you, no matter where, I'm willing!" The woman touched the man's face with her hand, feeling the warmth, with tenderness in her eyes, "Later, I want to play for you again." One song, this one, I named it... Red Dust Burial!!"

"Red dust burial..."

Seeing this, Qin Xuan murmured words that people couldn't hear here, and the woman sat down again, pressed her hands on the strings, brushed gently, and the sound of the piano swirled again.

And at the moment of turning around, there was another sound of fighting from all directions, the rumbling loud noise reverberated in the sky, and the shocking sound of the muzzle of the building boat.In the distance, the ancient bronze sword was filled with bright light, the black dragon roared approaching, the blood mountain rumbled like a light, and the blood sky river rolled back like covering the sky.

This is a shocking battle.

And the sound of the woman's piano also reverberated at this moment, slowly resounding in the minds of everyone here.

It was a song... Burying the Red Dust!

The sound of the zither is slowly revolving, the woman's beautiful face is always as calm as water, her white clothes are like snow, she is as beautiful as a dusty, like a pure and pure fairy, with the revolving of the sound of the zither, in the starry sky, snowflakes gradually fall, It fell into her ink-like hair, which gradually turned white.

"Guoer, do you still remember our agreement?" The woman's voice sounded along with the sound of the piano, and it fell into the ears of the man next to her, turning into a sigh.

At this moment, his hair was gradually whitened by snowflakes. He stretched out his hand, and a piece of snowflake fell gently on his hand. He glanced at it.

"In the snowstorm, we can go to Baitou, and outside the snowstorm, we can do the same. This is... our agreement..."