Peerless concubine pharmacist

Chapter 657
Although the coffin was empty, there seemed to be a weak energy at the bottom of the coffin, calling for the power of light in Zi Nian's body.

Without any reason, the four words left by his father suddenly appeared in his mind at this moment: unite with the light and share the same dust.

"Light and dust——"

Everything was going with the flow, when his words roared out, his entire palm was already radiant, pressing down towards the bottom of the coffin, everything seemed to be pulled by the force in his bones.

Boom, boom...

The stone chamber collapsed, the bottom of the coffin opened, and more light shone in. The eyes could not see clearly what was inside.

I just feel very bright, very bright!

Zi Nian's whole body fell into it.

When the sound of the collapse stopped and the dust stopped flying around, Zi Nian opened his eyes.

In front of me is an inscription several meters high, deeply engraved on a rectangular stone tablet, and the stone tablet seems to grow on the ground, blocking Zi Nian's way...

"Unfilial offspring..." came a weak but strong voice.

Is this about me?I was allowed in.Zi Nian thought secretly.

"Unfilial children and grandchildren, that is, you..." The voice came again.

I didn't say anything, how did he know what I was thinking?Zi Nian hurriedly didn't dare to think about anything, emptying his mind, and being known by others, is there anything more terrifying than this.

Zi Nian wanted to go in, but the inscription was in front of him. Wherever he went, the inscription would follow.

What does this mean?

"Copy——" the voice reappeared after being quiet for a while.

"Copying? Writing is not my strong point." Zi Nian thought to himself.

A rumbling sound suddenly sounded from behind, the rhythm of death if you don't copy it.

On this inscription is a big word "vessel", and there are a few lines of small characters: those who become a big weapon, the sky will be strong, the son will not be extinguished, the light will be combined with the dust, the heaven and earth will be swallowed, the eight wastes will be swallowed, and the world will be despised!
Zi Nian drew a picture casually, and the rumble sounded closer, as if countless stones were collapsing and were about to bury him.

"Stupid." It was that voice again.

Zi Nian carefully read the inscription again. This is not an ordinary copy, but it will take a lifetime of effort.

His eyes fell on the word Guang.

Zi Nian held his breath and focused, gathered the power of light, stretched out his index finger, and began to copy stroke by stroke on the Chinese character. Every time the finger touched, it involved the body, and all the meridians of the body seemed to be born for this character. It's a wonderful feeling.

The body follows the sensations, the sensations follow the fingers...

After finishing writing the character "Qi", and then the small characters at the back, Zi Nian completed it in one go.

The entire inscription is shining with golden light, and Zi Nian is bathed in the golden light. Every word seems to be jumping, rearranging and combining in the air, and their light re-enters Zi Nian's seven souls and six souls.

Zi Nian calmed down, opened his eyes, and pushed away the inscription on the device without any effort.

A new force has been injected, making the power of light even stronger.

The second inscription.wind.

The wind --- the wind is continuous, sailing the sails and rising the clouds, the roc spreading its wings, nine thousand nine thousand, above the clouds, pitching the heaven and the earth!

The wind, Zi Nian's eyes fell on the wind, which was imitating with the power of the wind.

Elegant posture, flowing style, gathering and diverging the wind...

"A child can be taught." It was the same man's voice.

The third inscription.

dust.Clouds and moons, nine thousand miles, dust and earth, ten thousand years and thousands of years, above ten thousand people, in the world of immortals, stone breaks the sky.

It's soil, and Zi Nian called out all the power of the soil, copying without leaving any room, the more difficult it is to copy, but the feeling in his bones tells him that he must finish writing.

Now that you have broken in, if you give up halfway, the sound of rumbling stones behind you can kill you at any time...

The edge of life and death is also a driving force.

(End of this chapter)