"Your mother, and your father!" In the voice of the Eastern Emperor Tai's mask, a little smile appeared, and he said lightly.

Jing Tianming heard this and was silent.

Jing Tianming, or, you can also call him Ying Tianming!

He has the most complicated life experience in the world!

His biological father is Jing Ke, his adoptive father is the first emperor Yingzheng, and his mother is Gongsun Liji, whose biological father died at the hands of his adoptive father.

But between these three people, what exactly happened, then not many people know.

Jing Tianming wanted to know what had happened to his parents. Even, Donghuang Taiyi made a condition that he couldn't refuse at all.

As long as you help me unlock the secret of the Seven Nights of the Dragon, maybe your father and mother will have hope of resurrection!

As an orphan, Tianming couldn't resist the temptation of family affection at all.

Creak!

His hands landed nimbly on the boxes in front of him, and the boxes without any gaps seemed to be the simplest objects under his hands.

A crack slowly appeared in a tightly closed wooden box, and it was about to be opened.

At the same time, the phantom sound treasure box in the hand of the Eastern Emperor Tai also emitted a moving melody again, stirring up the dusty internal force.

Under this moving melody, the seven boxes that symbolize the secret of the Seven Nights of Canglong seem to have feelings.

In each box, there is an invisible charm.

Swish!

The seven boxes suddenly flew up at the same time, and under the effect of Jing Tianming's special life, seven completely different powers were radiated.

the two qi of yin and yang, which are fierce and domineering and feminine; Razor-sharp metallic power; Full of flexibility, vigorous wood power; The flames are outraging, the flames that burn all things; The waves are endless, the black water is rigid and soft; Virtue is loaded, and the loess that embraces all things.

The Five Elements of Yin and Yang!

Seven distinct but interdependent forces are perfectly fused together, and the seven boxes are even more vaguely composed of the Big Dipper.

Bang!

On the heavenly dome, the Big Dipper suddenly burst out with unimaginable terrifying power at the same time, and with the help of the projection of the Big Dipper on the top of the main hall of Rashengtang, the Dao Dao light was reflected and sprinkled on the mysterious seven boxes.

Vaguely, the power of the five elements of yin and yang is constantly combined, turning into an illusory figure.

Autumn water is the god, the beautiful jade is the bone, the skin is smooth and the jade is smooth, containing an indescribable strange magic, and between the opening and closing of the eyes, there is a high taste.

At this moment, in the Rasheng Hall, the only two people left, Donghuang Taiyi and Jing Tianming, couldn't help but have an urge to bow and worship.

I can't wait to kneel at the feet of the other person and ask for the other person's blessing.

The phantom sound treasure box that was originally held in the hand of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi flew up, and the melody of the treasure box, which was originally extremely bizarre, played spontaneously.

The five tones and twelve rhythms, every moment, are constantly reorganized, so that the beautiful notes are diffused in this heaven and earth.

Whether it was Donghuang Taiyi or Jing Tianming, they all felt as if they had come to the legendary fairyland, and the power surging from the seven boxes also made the illusory figure more and more real.

If at the beginning, this figure was just a picture that could be blown away at any time, now it is a goddess who is about to come from ancient times and re-enter this land.

Ignorant and fearless like Jing Tianming, arrogant and arrogant like the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, in the face of this gradually forming goddess, a common feeling surged in his heart.

Warm, soft!

It's like seeing my mother again.

………………

Xianyang City, Zhangtai Palace.

Ming Xiaoyang, the second emperor of the Great Qin Empire, was lazily lying on his dragon chair, his legs shaking from time to time.

Holding an ink-stained brush and a piece of music in his hand, the light handwriting fell on the piece with a crisp rustling sound.

Although he is doing such a solemn thing as correcting the recital, Ming Xiaoyang's demeanor really makes it impossible to regard everything he is doing now as a very serious matter.

Especially with his trademark frivolous smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at the music in his hand with a smile.

In this way, it makes people very suspicious that what he is holding in his hand is not a very serious concerto, but a spring palace map or something.

Fortunately, at this time, in the hall, there is no one else except for some palace eunuchs who dare not speak indiscriminately, if there is that kind of rotten Confucianism who reads and reads stupidly, he will definitely scold:

It's not like a human king!

After the correction of a piece of music was completed, Ming Xiaoyang casually threw the piece in his hand to the side, and the depths of his bright eyes released it lazy.

I was bored and wanted to take the next piece of music from the dragon case in front of me. But after cultivating the Son of Heaven's Qi Technique, he had already been transparent, enough to see through the changes of heaven, earth and man, and in his eyes, he suddenly felt an inexplicable touch.

In an instant, Ming Xiaoyang stood up, from a lazy teenager, to a high-ranking emperor.

In the blink of his eyes, there was an indescribably terrifying momentum.

In an instant, the young man who did not look like a human monarch became a peerless emperor with beautiful rivers and mountains in his hands.

An object he was carrying, trembling violently, was summoned by his true owner to fly away from him and go to another place.

Ming Xiaoyang's eyes looked through the spacious hall to a distant and mysterious place in the palace, where a person who had been silent for many years finally took action!

Even, in his pupils, he could clearly see that there was a peerless and peerless shadow, which gradually took shape.

With a smile on the corner of her mouth, she is obviously a goddess who is high, but she contains an extraordinarily kind temperament, and there is a sense of flesh and blood surging in her blood.

The Seven Nights of the Dragon, the mystery of this legend, has finally come to the day when it will be solved.

In the spacious hall, Ming Xiaoyang's robe shook open, and the dragon pattern embroidered on the dark dragon robe was looming.

makes Ming Xiaoyang like the legendary Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor reborn, and he can break through the sky at any time.

Trample! Trample! Trample!

At this moment, from outside the main hall, there was a crisp sound of footsteps, dressed in white, with white hair fluttering, as if Pan An was reincarnated, and the young man who was reborn Song Yu strode in.

In his hand, he also held a scroll.

The first of the four heavenly kings of quicksand - the white phoenix!

"See Your Majesty." Bai Feng rushed into the main hall, raised the golden scroll with both hands, and gestured to Ming Xiaoyang who was the head of the head.

"Frontline Emergency!"

As soon as Ming Xiaoyang grabbed it, the battle report in Bai Feng's hand fell into his palm, and when he opened it, everything written on the scroll appeared in his eyes.

"Haha, the puppet emperor Hu Hai is dead, Zhao Wang Xie is defeated, the general Li Liang has turned against him, and the Yandi veteran Xin Sheng and his son have also expressed their support for me!"