Nightfall

Hearing the words of His Majesty the Emperor, the expression on Ning Que's face became a little more complicated, and he raised his hand subconsciously, and mōo the little hard thing in mō's arms across the black sè's uniform.

The dark passage under the floor of the small building is not long. Without walking for long, it came to the deepest part, which is an empty underground hall.

Ning Que had enough ideological preparations for what she would see today, but did not expect that there was nothing in this hall. The face of the hall spread to all directions until it disappeared into the darkness, as if boundless, except for the dust Besides, there is nothing.

Without the countless strange treasures in his imagination, no armored magic soldiers, no iron man and beasts, and no traces of formation, the clean and empty ground was heart-wrenching.

This granite-paved floor does not have any cracks, and it is not known what craftsmanship those craftsmen used when building the palace.

Ning Que raised his head and looked at the dense night stars on the top of the temple, as well as those stone walls with artificial traces, recalling the wisdom and action of the predecessors of the Tang Dynasty, he couldn't help but be dazzled.

The emperor stalked Ning Que stepped on the clean stone floor and walked towards the hall.

The footsteps of the two occasionally brought thousands of years of dust.

Walking to the middle of the broad stone ground, the emperor stopped.

Ning Que noticed a small hole in the center of the ground without any gaps.

The edge of the black hole is smooth and perfectly blends with the ground, only as deep as the palm of an ordinary person.

The emperor said, "You know what to do."

Ning Que looked at the small hole in the ground and suddenly asked, "Is this an eye?"

The emperor said, "No, it's the eyes in your arms."

Ning Que was shocked and speechless.

He always thought that the eye should be an eye, thinking that the thing in his arms was only the key to open the eye, at this time he realized that the original eye was always on himself, and he was unavoidable.

After a moment of silence, he took an object out of his arms, rested it on his feet, and eased the cloth wrapped around it.

The cloth is a thick cloth used by Sang Sang to hold the sole. It is very strong. Sang Sang is wrapped in many layers, so it took Ning Que a long time to untie all the cloth above.

A pestle-shaped thing lies peacefully on the coarse cloth.

The material of this pestle is a bit peculiar. It seems to be metal, but also seems to be a stone. It smells cold, but the surface is as warm as jade, with complicated patterns engraved on it.

For decades, this pestle-shaped thing has been kept by Master Yan Se.

Before the decisive battle with the Grand Priest of Light, Master Yan Se gave the East to Sang Sang and let her hand it over to Ning Que, so now it is in his hands.

The emperor looked at the pestle-shaped thing on the ground in silence, wondering if he remembered Master Yan Se, and there was a faint sorrow in his face to recall his feelings.

Ning Que stretched out his hand to hold the pestle, feeling the cool and warm touch coming from the palm, a little nervous, put his left hand up, took a deep breath, forcibly calmed his mind, let his hands become stable and no longer shake , And then put the pestle up and slowly insert it into the hole.

The pestle held in his hand fell into the ground inch by inch. Ning Que didn't feel any resistance, but could feel a smooth feeling back from the ground.

There was a loud click, and the pestle touched the bottom of the hole, as if locked by some kind of spring, and the small half of the lù was on the ground. The complicated patterns carved on the ground made this small half of the pestle look like a carved one flower.

Ning Que didn't know what would happen next, and subconsciously stepped back, wanting to stay away.

The emperor's face did not have any vigilance, but just quietly looked at the half of the pestle on the ground.

Ning Que stopped and stood beside His Majesty the Emperor.

After a moment.

The half of the pestle on the ground suddenly lit up. To be more precise, the complicated patterns on the pestle lit up like a flower bathed in sunlight.

The complicated pattern became brighter and brighter, and the light spread to the lower half of the pestle. Even the granite floor had shining fibrous marks, and the lines in the stone could be seen.

The light in the line on the pestle is gradually condensing, and it seems to become a kind of luminous liquid, which gradually flows and flows back along the line, which is particularly beautiful.

A crack suddenly appeared silently on the granite floor next to the pestle.

The crack spread very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he walked through the soles of his own feet, scaring him. Then he noticed that these cracks were not real cracks, but channels formed by the regular depression of the ground.

Numerous stone troughs appeared on the clean and empty ground.

There are more and more stone troughs appearing, more and more dense, like an invisible carving knife, on the smooth and smooth stone ground, draw countless straight lines, cutting the ground into countless parts.

The light and liquid on the pestle flowed down along the complicated lines, into the stone trough next to it, and then flowed along the stone trough like a stream, but there is absolutely no creek in the world, like these stone troughs. The light and liquid flowed so quickly, and immediately spread to the edge of the ground.

I don't know how many years of light there is in that pestle, and it keeps flowing to the ground. It seems to be inexhaustible. After a moment, all the stone troughs light up.

Ning Que looked at the miraculous picture in front of her, his face was tense and dignified, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his eyes kept moving with the flow of light and fluid in the stone trough.

The stone trough on the edge of the ground is the deepest, and contains the most amount of light liquid. Four extremely long straight lines surround the ground in the center of the hall, as if it were a city.

There is a stone trough in the middle that is deep and wide, bright and eye-catching, and seems to be a long street.

"This is Suzaku Avenue?"

Ning Que looked at the stone trough and said to himself.

The emperor looked at him with a smile.

Suddenly, the calm light fluid in the stone trough rolled up violently, as if there was a fiery fire below the ground, and the light fluid was boiling soon.

Ning Que's expression became more dignified.

A very subtle voice sounded in the underground hall, as if countless flowers were blooming, as if countless green trees were breathing, as if countless individuals were cheering.

In fact, only the light liquid in the stone trough evaporates into gas.

The vaporized gas diffused in the air in the hall, gently shaking like a cloud, and then failed to get rid of the gravity of the ground stone trough, slowly converging into a flooded line or surface.

These lines and planes with beautiful and pure light form countless three-dimensional above the ground. They are countless luminous buildings. They seem to be so vague, but they are so real.

Ning Que looked at the imperial palace condensed by the light in front of him, at Yanming Mountain, which was about to reach the height of the waist in the distance, at the Wanyan Pagoda, which was less than knee height in front of the right, and at the gloss The thick and thick city wall is shocking and speechless for a long time.

This is a miniature Changan city.

But this Chang'an city is real and alive.

The emperor went outside.

Ning Que followed behind him, and when he stepped on the light-condensed Nanmen Temple, his body was a little stiff. When he stepped on the houses in Xicheng, he reached the extreme cautiously. He always felt that he had become a giant. A random foot will cause great harm. Fortunately, the lines and surfaces formed by the light vapor do not seem to be connected with the real world, and there is no change when contacting his body.

Walking in this miniature Changan city condensed by light, Ning Que felt very complicated and shocked. He saw many buildings and landscapes that he was familiar with. He even found Lin 47 Lane in dense buildings. Lao Bi Zhai, Lao Bi Zhai at this time is just a box.

Following the emperor's majesty, he finally walked out of this miniature city of Chang'an. I don't know why, Ning Que felt relieved a lot, stroking ōng and gasped twice.

The emperor looked at the Chang'an City in front of him and said, "The whole Chang'an City is a big formation."

Ning Que heard Master Yan Se say this.

"The world's largest array, shock array."

The emperor pointed to the pestle on the ground in the distance, and the imperial palace beside the pestle, and said: "The depth of the small building we are standing on is the backbone of this large formation."

Then he pointed to the widest, deepest and brightest stone trough, and said, "Suzaku Street is the array root, the four walls of Chang'an City are also the array roots, and the city cave is the gate of birth."

"There are countless talismans in this large formation, and the portrait of Suzaku is the most powerful one. At first, Wei Guangming concealed his breath in Changan City, avoiding it, if he dared to show his realm in the city, This large array can kill him instantly. "

Ning Que silently listened intently.

The emperor pointed to the Guanghu Lake under the Yanming Mountain in the south of the city and said, "The large formation of Chang'an City is not easy to build and maintain. The reason why the imperial court last year spent a lot of money to repair Lingming Lake is not related to people's livelihood. The maintenance and repair of the Great Array, and these matters have always been the responsibility of the Tianshu Office. "

"The Great Array has a history of thousands of years, but it has not been started once. However, every generation of emperors of my Datang has spared no effort to consume the national strength and also to ensure that this great array is intact. Do you know why?"

The emperor Wang Xiangning asked.

Ning Que said: "Because this is my last refuge in Datang ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the three refuges are used well."

The emperor said calmly: "With this great presence, Chang'an City will have no worries, and Chang'an City will have no worries. Even if China's national power declines and falls apart, it will eventually be reborn."

Ning Que said: "The master once told me that if it is really time to start a shocking battle, it means that I have reached the most dangerous moment in Datang."

"So this big formation has never been activated."

The emperor said: "But as long as it continues to exist between heaven and earth, whether it is moving or not, Chang'an is safe and Datang is safe."

Ning Que was successful in mountaineering. After entering the second floor of the Academy, he was invited to the palace. At that time, His Majesty the Emperor said that he would take him to see something in the future. Today he finally saw it.

Master Yan Se once took him to the tower, looking down on Chang'an City, and said that he would put this large formation into his hands. Now that the master has passed away, it is his turn to bear this responsibility.

He looked at the Chang'an City in front of him, his thoughts were numerous. ! .