People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown

The miniature gourd was suspended in the air, slowly turned around, and pointed the gourd mouth at the fake Taoist priest.

At this moment, the fake Taoist priest was terrified.

What is this terrifying thing in front of me?

Who can tell him how the kitten, which was so small just now, suddenly turned into a tsunami-level afterimage?

He was a Taoist priest who had come down from the mountain, and he ran into the Demon Ancestor as soon as he went out.

Who would have thought that this tiny state is home to so many hidden talents?

"My fellow Taoist... I think there may be a little misunderstanding between us..." The fake Taoist priest could hardly hold back his voice and said with a trembling voice.

"Misunderstanding? Do you think I'm mistaken?"

Ling An stretched out his hand and pointed, and the red-gold flowing fire gathered into a long spear and shot out quickly.

He doesn't look like a fake Taoist priest, but he has never practiced Taoism.

Hanging the gourd is just for show.

The spear pierced through the fake Taoist's body in an instant and stabbed into the ground.

The fake Taoist lowered his head dumbly, looked at the big hole in his chest, and whispered:

"My life is over!"

Then he fell straight to the ground.

Ling An snorted coldly and put away the micro terminal.

After offending him, he still wants to escape?

He came to Chixia and quickly untied her.

Fortunately, Chixia was not seriously injured and the child was sleeping soundly.

This fake Taoist priest's target was him from the very beginning.

Ling An stretched out his palm and placed it on Chi Xia's forehead, and strands of red hair fell on the back of his palm.

This guy, ever since the cat went missing case, really let down his hair that was tied up on his forehead and never tied it up again.

Compared with before, she is less childish now, but also looks a lot more pure.

In a trance, Chixia woke up slowly, her eyes misty.

She placed her petite hand on Ling An's big hand and murmured, "Ling An... are you here to save me?"

"Well, it's okay." Ling An said in a low voice.

"Your voice...why has it changed? It sounds so familiar."

"Voice change period." Ling An said.

"Is that so..." Chixia tried hard to open her eyes, but could only open a crack, and what came into view was a yellow halo of red gold and flowing fire.

"Why has your skin color turned yellow..." She said weakly.

"Wax for anti-cold." Ling An answered every question.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have investigated the case alone..." Chixia said with aggrieved tone, she was blaming herself.

"It's okay, just remember to leave me a message next time." Ling An's voice was warm and powerful, making people unable to help but believe it.

Chixia pursed her lips slightly and murmured, "Save me, save me, is that so?"

Ling An looked at her. She was still in the mood to play tricks even in such a situation. It seemed that it was really nothing serious.

Just a little exhausted.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, she fell into a deep sleep.

Ling An nodded with satisfaction and stood up.

This matter is not over yet.

In the silent zone, although the fake Taoist priest died, the sound traces he created did not disappear.

Thousands of frequencies still converge and collide here.

If the sound trace is not destroyed, countless afterimages will soon appear here.

Speaking of which, this fake Taoist priest does have some skills.

The ability to resonate is very special.

Given time and a chance to develop, he might be able to rely on his resonance ability to command a raging wave or even a tsunami-level afterimage.

If it weren't for Ling An, anyone else might not have been able to get anything good from him.

Ling An came to the core sound mark. In his peripheral vision, the Burning Knight summoned by him stood quietly, motionless.

My brother is indeed quite capable. Facing these giant wave-class small Karami, he doesn't have to do anything himself.

Thinking of this, Ling An suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with a brilliant idea -

Can I be like this fake Taoist priest and make use of the remaining image for my own benefit?

Ling An thought for a moment and clapped his hands!

Have the opportunity!

Although the fake Taoist priest is dead, the silent zone he constructed through his resonance ability is still active.

The Burning Knight that Ling An summoned just now with his resonance ability did not disappear at this moment. This is the best proof!

You know, there are thousands of types of Solaris afterimages.

As the former big brother, it is reasonable for him to command some remnants, right?

More importantly, as a collector of illustrated books, collecting residual images has an indescribable temptation for him.

Which illustrated book fan can refuse?

There are only two factors that make Ling An think this is feasible.

One is that the soundless zone is still active at this moment;

Second, Ling An looked around.

But don’t forget, whose home ground this was once?

Thinking of this, his eyes became stern, and his aura spread out like an overwhelming force, covering the entire silent zone.

The core of everything right now lies in the core sound trace of the revival of the silent zone at this moment.

As long as you can control the sound trace, everything is possible.

In the silent zone, Ling An's aura almost condensed into substance, gathering near the core sound trace.

He was originally the master here, and the core sound trace naturally accepted this power.

Ling An raised his hand and grasped it.

Under the pressure of Ling An's power, the core sound mark trembled like a heart in the dark night, and suddenly flashed golden light.

With every vibration of the core sound trace, its volume began to slowly shrink until it became the size of an inch.

Lying in Ling An's palm.

Staring at the cross-shaped core sound mark in his hand, Ling An hesitated.

He can't hold up this core sound mark forever.

After all, he is not Li Jing, and Nezha doesn't chase him every day.

The core sound trace needs to be attached to something.

Ling An tried to press it into his palm, but a violent wave of force repelled him.

Where the core sound trace is located is the soundless zone where the frequency converges.

He is an afterimage, made up of frequencies.

Ling An couldn't attach him to himself, that was putting the cart before the horse.

Ling An held the core sound trace like this and fell into deep thought.

He couldn't give up this promising idea.

In a trance, he caught a glimpse of his own micro terminal.

Ling An's eyes suddenly lit up.

Speaking of...

As long as it is not an object made up of frequencies, it will be fine.

Under Ling An's expectant gaze, he continued to shrink the core sound trace and pressed it towards the gourd.

Although the process was somewhat strenuous, the core sound trace did not emit any resistance.

There is a play!

Ling An suddenly became ruthless, and tsunami-level power poured out, pushing the core sound mark fiercely towards the gourd.

Finally, the core sound mark was firmly imprinted on the gourd and slowly became dim.

The two are seamlessly integrated, as if they were born together.

Ling An wiped his sweat. This job is really not something that ordinary people can do.

This work is no different from the one that great immortal cultivators use to refine magic weapons.

Ling An picked up the gourd with great joy and looked at it with longing.

The gourd after his modification did not differ much from its previous appearance except for the addition of a cross-shaped sound mark.

What is really different is the gourd itself.

After being branded with the core sound mark, the gourd becomes equivalent to a soundless zone that can be moved at any time.

It's just that the size is only a few inches.

He stretched out his finger and touched the gourd switch, first trying to see if the other functions of the gourd were affected.

"I'm Ling An, the current state patrol officer!"

Ling An's eyes lit up. Very good, it was functioning normally.

Then he turned his gaze to the silent Liaozhao Rider and gave a "healthy" smile.

Ling An pinched the gourd with two fingers, pointed it at Liao Zhao's rider, and said loudly:

"Brother, come in and have a chat."