Chapter 1351: 诵 0 0 0

Listening to the squatting of the people around him, the magical repair of the name of Montenegro, looking at Qin Haoxuan with a smug look, full of provocation.
Qin Haoxuan put down the "Magic" that he just picked up, and he looked at the square calmly.
An Ziqing’s eyes were slightly closed, and they were not disturbed by the outside world. Some of the loud noises did not seem to enter her ears; Baili’s still smiled, seeing Qin Haoxuan looking over, and rushing his eyes, obviously want to see How will Qin Haoxuan solve it; and the rest of the square, with a sly smile in their eyes, most of them are to see Qin Haoxuan jokes.
Qin Haoxuan paused and looked up at the still smug Montenegro and asked a sentence: "What is the devil?"
A glimpse of Montenegro, what is the devil?
His brows were slightly stunned, like falling into a thick fog, and his face was blank.
What is the devil?
Some people were silent at the place, that is, An Ziqing did not know when to open his eyes, and there was a rare meditation on the face of Baili.
What is the devil?
In the universe, there are thousands of red dust. Some people are walking on the road of Xiu Xian, and they are struggling to find the road. Some people are willing to fall into the magic and fall into the boundless sinking.
So, what is the devil?
Is it succumbing to the bottom of my heart? But the devil also insisted.
Is it moral to abandon everything? Even if it is a demon, there is a friendship that is difficult to give up.
Then why are there cents and devils?
What is the devil?
Montenegro only felt a thick fog in his mind, full of incomprehensible, trapped in it never came out, mad thoughts to break his head, his eyes faintly red, fierce look to Qin Haoxuan, bite his teeth said: "I don't know, Then you said, what is the devil?"
Qin Haoxuan shook his head: "I don't know."
what? do not know?
Also waiting for Qin Haoxuan to confuse everyone suddenly stunned, An Ziqing closed his eyes, once again opened to look at Qin Haoxuan, but brought a bit serious.
Montenegro's chest suddenly ran out of anger, and he roared toward Qin Haoxuan: "You don't know if you still ask?"
Qin Haoxuan looked straight at Montenegro, his voice was not high, it was very dull, but the momentum immediately pressed Montenegro down: "I don't know the answer, but at least, I can ask this question, what about you?"
Montenegro’s fists are tight and his muscles are tight. He has fierce and terrible strength, but when he faces Qin Haoxuan, he can’t use it at all. He hasn’t played it yet, but he’s been pressured by this person. One end, making Montenegro unconsciously feel the grievances, but in addition to the grievances, there is a little admiration that he does not want to admit.
What is the devil?
How many demons have thought about this problem more or less, but no one has ever thought about it, and no one really raised this question.
Because they don't think it matters.
When someone actually came up, no one could give an answer.
Perhaps the answer is unknown; perhaps the answer is thousands, all by heart; perhaps there is no answer at all.
"Montenegro..."
The person next to him pulled a robes from Montenegro, and Montenegro looked at Qin Haoxuan again, and he sat down indignantly.
Qin Haoxuan Shuguang swept through the crowd on the square, and then picked up the book on his hand and looked at the group of demons. "Today, I will tell you this."
"The Magic Bible?"
"What is it? Is this the most basic introduction to the practice?"
"I haven’t seen Laozi a few hundred years ago?"
"Is this thing everyone will back? What else can you say?"
......
The arguments are all over the place, and a magician stands up. Compared with Montenegro, this person can be said to be a lot smaller, but the strong body of the magic repair is still much stronger than the normal person. He pointed to Qin Haoxuan and said: "The singer! Dress up the gods! Do you have this ability? Can you not waste our time?"
"Wei Ming is right! Can you tell us something useful? Are you only the most basic?"
"I can't change people!"
Qin Haoxuan was sitting on the podium, and he was stunned by the following questions.
See Qin Haoxuan's self-contained appearance, and the most powerful people of Yan are gradually disappearing.
Wei Ming snorted and slammed his sleeves and turned to leave, but the rest of his eyes swept over the hundred miles, An Ziqing and several strong people sitting on the side, but they saw that they had to get up and leave. No meaning at all.
"Why don't they go? Could it be true that Qin Haoxuan really has a few brushes? If this is really a powerful person, I am losing money when I am gone..."
Wei Ming always thought about it. When he saw it, he turned his foot and turned back. He looked at Qin Haoxuan and sat down with his ass. He said: "Since you dare to speak, I don't want to listen first. Listen, if you don't speak well, I won't spare you."
Qin Haoxuan hooked his lips and eyes, and the eyes swept the crowd, seeing no one provoke another thing, then opened the book in his hand and read it from the first word on the first line of the first page.
Everyone present: "..."
Qin Haoxuan bite the word clearly, the breath is long, the voice is tough, but it is written in the book, the word is not bad.
However, everyone in the square looked at Qin Haoxuan like a madman.
After all, "Magic" is the introduction of magic repair, is the most basic and most popular, the magician does not say backwards, but definitely not strange!
Why do you want to read them again? Can you read the flowers from Qin Haoxuan?
Is this Qin Haoxuan really just fooling things?
One question is in the brain, but every magic repair is serious, almost thinking is to read it again?
With this kind of mind, everyone listens with patience.
Finally, Qin Haoxuan finished reading it again.
Everyone looked at him with gaze, this is to start talking about it?
Qin Haoxuan didn't look at them. He turned the "Magic Sutra" that had already turned to the first page and started reading again from the first word.
Everyone is a little embarrassed, can't figure out what the altar is in the end, what is the story.
The tradition of opening the altar has been continued for centuries in the magical palace. Over the years, no one has ever read a book while reading it over and over again!
Qin Haoxuan’s voice was clear, and he did not deliberately read the tone of swaying and swaying. The end was plain and natural, but there was a charm of lingering souls attached to his voice. All the words and phrases were heard by everyone in the audience. It is obviously familiar. Something, read by Qin Haoxuan, seems to have something more.
At the end of the second time, Qin Haoxuan read the third time without stopping. Unconsciously, the fourth time has already sounded...
Qin Haoxuan's voice is getting bigger and bigger, like a broken gold jade, powerful, straight into the human heart, his voice is full of sounds, and the sound is lingering for a long time.
The familiar voice of the "Magic" recital evokes the resonance of all the demons in the room. I don't know who started first, followed Qin Haoxuan's reading, and read the "Magic Sutra" with him.
Gradually, more and more people have joined this reading, and hundreds of voices are inextricably blended together, twisted into an invisible force, and rushing out in all directions!
They don't know how many times they read, just like being tempted, they can't stop, and the more they read, the more their blood is boiling, the more they seem to be burning.
The aerial vision is frequent, and countless clouds are constantly gathering over the sky above them, rolling like sea water, and sinking down the ground.
Surrounded by gusts of wind, there are faint sounds of thunder in the clouds, a scene of heavy rain, but out of the center of the podium, but calm, only heard Lang Lang reading, even the wind is extremely quiet.
On the top of the nine days, the wind and clouds changed again, and the tumbling clouds continued to accumulate. It seemed to fall from the sky, and there were several images of the great demon kings on the thick clouds.
Some images are just a blur of black, and some of them really show the lineup, or cold and hard, or warm and jade, and even a shadow like a child.
More and more people walked out of the room, and they were shocked to watch the changing images on the nine days, one by one and could not speak.
The vision of the heavens and the devils of the past dynasties are sacred, and this is also a scene that has not appeared in the magical world for many years.
From the peak of the mountain, a black shadow stands on the mountain ~EbookFREE.me~ He converges on the whole body, just like a normal magic repair, standing quietly, asking for the reading of the waves on the peak The sound is coming from far away.
The fierce wind blew the void, and the mighty power flocked to all directions. Qin Haoxuan was as stable as a mountain, and only the voice came out of his mouth.
On the square, in addition to such as An Ziqing, Bai Lijun and other people who are determined to be strong and determined, they can sit still and have stood up with countless people from their seats. They are crazy, some laugh, some are big. Cry, different, and even more, in this atmosphere, the myth that has been plaguing myself for a long time is provoked!
Wei Ming’s look was faint for a moment, and he couldn’t tell the truth and the illusion. When he saw the evil spirit that tortured him that night, he knew that his demons had come again.
But this time, Wei Ming did not panic and yelled, and the sound of reading the "Magic Sutra" came round from him in all directions, and he stabilized him like a heart-felt, and Wei Ming was also the first to start to face up. My own demons, not as fearful as ever.
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Regardless of the attitude of these people, the "Magic Sutra" in each population has not stopped, and every word read from the population has power, straight through the sky!
The sun has long been hidden under the thick clouds, and the violent winds stirred the surrounding trees. The sound of the wind blowing through the leaves coincided with the sounds they read. Even the sorrows above the Jiuyi were embedded in the sound of Lang Lang’s reading. .
When Qin Haoxuan’s voice gradually stopped, he felt a sense of heart, and everyone under the square did not agree to stop the sound of reading.
The gust of wind gradually stopped, and the boundless clouds scattered toward the eight sides, and the golden light of the setting sun sprinkled the entire peak.
Wei Ming’s eyelids gradually became awake from darkness and confusion, and a black mist overflowed from his eyebrows and disappeared into the heavens and the earth.
"My demons have been broken," Wei Ming murmured.