I just want to be a quiet man

With a flick of his long sleeves, Yin Nu turned into a dark wind and fled towards Shuwu Peak of the Outer Gate.

Seeing this, Pei Ling immediately strode to follow.

Chapter 3 and eight: Patriarchs of the past dynasties.

Soon, the two entered the inheritance hall.

Thousands of soul lamps float up and down, like a river of flowing lights. Among the dotted lamps, those lamps that look like the sun flying into the sky are particularly spectacular.

In the void above the Soul Lamp, "Fu Qiong" in a simple robe sat suspended in the air, and when he sensed Pei Ling coming, he slowly opened his eyes.

Next, Pei Ling bowed his head and saluted: "Greetings to Patriarch 'Fu Qiong'!"

When he saw the salute, Yin Nu bowed silently and retreated quietly.

"Fu Qiong" looked at Pei Ling and nodded slightly.

In the entire inheritance hall, a blood-colored staircase emerged in an instant, starting from "Fu Qiong", quickly crossing thousands of soul lamps, and appearing in front of Pei Ling's feet.

This blood-colored staircase seemed to be purely made of blood, but it was as clear and ethereal as an illusion, as if it had no substance.

Every step is engraved with dense demons and ghosts. Pairs of eyes full of hatred condense substantial malice, lingering turbulently, and black smoke steams up and fills the hall, as if to make thousands of soul lamps, All were cast with a distinct shadow.

"Fu Qiong" Patriarch stood up and said, "Come up."

Pei Ling immediately responded, "Yes!"

He stepped up the bloody stairs, and just as he walked up, he suddenly felt a series of indescribable changes around him.

It seemed that he had left the inheritance hall in an instant, but when he looked around, the soul lamp was still floating like the sea, and there was nothing unusual about the scene in front of him.

As if aware of his doubts, on the stairs, the patriarch "Fu Qiong" stood with his hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "This is the path to the sect's secret place."

"All the patriarchs of the Holy Ancestor will enter the secret place for meditation after passing through the catastrophe."

"Although you are still in harmony right now, crossing the catastrophe is just around the corner, but you are qualified to come."

Pei Ling saluted and said, "Obey!"

He strode up behind the "Fu Qiong" patriarch, and followed the other's pace, walking towards the depths of the inheritance hall.

There was nothing in the void, but every time "Fu Qiong" took a step at this moment, the blood-colored staircase that seemed real and unreal appeared just right.

After walking for a while, a huge scroll gradually appeared in front of him.

The color of this picture scroll is old, as if it has gone through a very long time. Inside is a boundless sea of ​​blood. In the center of the sea of ​​blood, on the rising throne, sits a vague figure like a wet ink painting.

Pei Ling immediately recognized that the person in this painting was the "Dark Blood" patriarch who upheld justice for him back then!

"Fu Qiong" stood in front of the picture scroll, and said in a flat voice: "This is 'Dark Blood'."

"4000 years ago, he broke through to crossing the catastrophe, and he was ranked as the ancestor of the sect."

"Now we are still a few times away from Mahayana."

"But there is no hundred years, and the next Dao Tribulation, it will not have the strength to take over."

"He can't participate in this Floating Life Chess game."

Pei Ling listened carefully, the "world flavor" of Jiuyi Mountain before was only a short of the last catastrophe.

But the last time the opponent was in Wushi Villa, he had already induced the last Dao Tribulation, and now he doesn't know whether the opponent succeeded or failed.

However, according to the words of the "Fu Qiong" patriarch, it can be speculated that the cultivation base of "Shi Wei" should be much higher than that of "Dark Blood"...

Without stopping too much in front of the portrait of "Dark Blood", "Fu Qiong" moved forward and continued to walk forward.

Soon, another picture scroll appeared, this picture scroll painted many corpse puppets, grotesque and terrifying, surrounded by a middle-aged man in brocade clothes and golden crown and jade pendant, his face seemed to be shrouded in mist, making it difficult to see clearly , the temperament of the whole body is quite bohemian, holding a wine glass, as if drinking happily.

"Fu Qiong" the patriarch stood still and introduced calmly: "This is 'Fad'."

"The catastrophe of 700 years ago."

"It fell in the No.20 three Dao Tribulations."

"What is sealed in the picture scroll right now is its divine sense and inheritance."

"Every time the Great Competition of the Outer Sect, the Hall of the Holy Son or the Holy Maiden, the Ceremony of the Suzerain's Enthronement, and other similar occasions, the phantom of his spiritual sense will occasionally wake up."

"This remaining divine sense has no consciousness, and can only do fixed things according to its will during life."

Transcending Tribulation that has fallen?

Pei Ling was slightly taken aback, seeing that "Fu Qiong" Patriarch continued to move forward, he hurriedly followed.

Not long after, a third portrait appeared in front of it. This painting is colorful and full of flowers. It looks like a house full of wealth and gold. However, if you look carefully, you will find that all the Yaohua Qicao are faintly Presenting the outline of a resentful face, full of gloom and resentment.

Among the flowers, a feminine male cultivator sat on the ground, holding a flower branch in his hand, lowering his head slightly, only half of his extremely pale face could be seen.

"Fu Qiong" said: "This is 'killing life'."

"He fell in No.30 seven Dao Tribulations."

"Just like 'Fard', his spiritual thoughts and inheritance are sealed in this scroll."

"Every time there is a major event in the sect that disturbs the inheritance hall, there will be an opportunity to wake up."

After speaking, he continued to walk forward.

Pei Ling followed closely behind.

The misty blood steps continue to extend, seemingly endless, and one after another scrolls are hung in the void, lined up on their path.

"Fu Qiong" walked while introducing Pei Ling.

There are hundreds of scrolls here, but most of the ancestors in the paintings have already fallen, leaving only spiritual thoughts and inheritance.

After walking to a certain scroll, the patriarch "Fu Qiong" said: "This is 'Xing Hate'."

"The distance from Mahayana is only the last dao robbery."

"Her Dao Tribulation can be lowered at any time."

"Now in the painting of Shenmian, it is the method used by Shengzong to delay the Dao robbery."

"After you complete the last challenge, I will wake her up."

"At that time, she will go to the void outside the territory to survive this last catastrophe."

"If there is no fall, he will also participate in this Floating Life Chess Game."

Pei Ling looked into the painting. In the painting, bones were piled up like a mountain. On the top of the mountain, there was a masked female cultivator standing with her hands behind her back.

His long hair hangs down like a waterfall, scattered behind him, and the tulle veil lightly covers his jade face, revealing only a pair of cold and sharp eyes, scorching like fire, sharp like blades, the gauze hazy face, only a little red lips, bright as blood .

He nodded slightly. This "star hate" patriarch seems to be on the same level as the "world flavor" of Jiuyi Mountain...

"Fu Qiong" continued to move forward. In the next few portraits, some were lying in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, some were inhabiting mass graves, some were floating on the sea of ​​souls, and some were surrounded by countless babies and ghosts. ...

Some of these patriarchs have already fallen, and some were seriously injured in the Dao Tribulation, almost dying. They need extremely long cultivation, and there is no hope for Mahayana in a short time, and they have no chance of this immortal road.

Step, step, step...

"Fu Qiong" walked to another portrait. In the painting was a six or seven-year-old boy with a red coat and gold locks, dressed festively. However, in the void on both sides of his head, there were two identical pictures. However, the faces with crying and smiling expressions followed closely, which looked very weird.

"Fu Qiong" stood still, and introduced: "This is 'Baoying'."

"He is the same as 'Xinghen', he has the last Dao Tribulation left."

"And Dao Tribulation can be lowered at any time."

"If you succeed in overcoming the tribulation, you will also participate in this Floating Life Chess Game."

Next, "Fu Qiong" successively introduced several living crossing catastrophes, both male and female, with different appearances and temperaments. The only thing in common is that they all have only one last catastrophe left.

A moment later, a picture scroll that was a circle larger than all the previous scrolls, faintly exuding palpitating power fluctuations, appeared in front of the two of them.

Chapter 3 and Nine: Heavy Ming!

This scroll is a painting of the void outside the realm.

In the gray-black void, there were many meteors, and storms and vortexes were born from far and near. In the dangerous place like a turbulent undercurrent, an old man in a black-bottomed gold-patterned robe stood proudly with his sleeves fluttering.

His white hair was scattered, flying wantonly with the void storm, his snowy eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his eyes were blood-colored, as if they contained a sea of ​​blood.The big hand is holding a ten-meter-tall scepter. The whole body of the scepter is white, and it seems to be made of the leg bones of a foreign race. There are nearly a hundred skulls inlaid on the top, and in each skull, There are faint soul fires ignited, illuminating the void.

One of the old man's sleeves was empty, and although he had only one arm, his whole body was majestic and majestic, like a tower of ten thousand mountains, suddenly pressed down.

Pei Ling just glanced at it, and felt a strong sense of crisis rushing towards her face!

"Fu Qiong" stood in front of the picture scroll, looked at the old man, and said in a deep voice, "This is 'Eternal Evil'."

"Mahayana cultivation base."

"64 kalpas."

64 kalpas! ?

Pei Ling was startled, Master Yao Qingying told him that the existence of 64 kalpas in the entire Panya Realm will not exceed the number of five fingers!

Master Yao Qingying is one of them.

He didn't know anything about the rest!

Now this "Eternal Evil" patriarch is also one of them?

But immediately after, he heard "Fu Qiong" continue to say: "'Hengxie' is the introduction to the fairy road last time, and fell in the Fusheng chess game."

The fairy road introduction, 64 kalpas, fell in the floating chess game?

Pei Ling was extremely surprised, but seeing that "Fu Qiong" had no intention of staying any longer, and continued to move forward, he immediately followed.

Not long after, another picture scroll appeared in front of him.

The painting is full of darkness, as if the sky is filled with mist, but there is no one there.

"Fu Qiong" said lightly: "This painting is my seat."

After the words, he didn't say much, and moved forward again.

Step, step, step...

Pei Ling followed closely behind.

Soon, a picture scroll emerged from the void. It was a forest of steles at the foot of the mountain, densely packed with tombstones, dotted with tombstones of different heights and styles. Some were extremely luxurious, inlaid with gold and treasures; It's just half of a tree trunk; there are also weird and treacherous ones, but they are made of bones...

Pei Ling's eyes turned to the mountain behind the forest of steles, only then did he realize that it was not a mountain, but an incomparably majestic huge tombstone!

Its color is as black as ink, and it seems that the whole body is pure and free of impurities. Only by carefully distinguishing can you see that this huge monument is engraved with densely packed runes, swimming around like a living thing.

On the top of the giant monument stands an old man in a brocade robe. The old man stands with his hands behind his back, and his robes are loose.

There are many wrinkles on his face, and the drooping corners of his mouth are like the trajectory of a sharp knife as it sweeps through the air, revealing a sharp and ruthless meaning.Wearing a red gold crown on her head, and a piece of flawless spiritual jade on her waist, even in the painting, the jade pendant looks full of inspiration and brilliance. Although the attire is luxurious, it does not look vulgar. Unspeakably elegant.

A pair of eyes, cold and sharp, like blades, looking straight out of the scroll, the chilling aura, like a surging flood, almost broke through the scroll, roaring out.

"Fu Qiong" said calmly: "This 'Fu Chong' is also a Mahayana."

"He is the ascendant of the immortal road last time."

"What is in the picture scroll now is the spiritual thoughts and inheritance left behind before its ascension."

"The inheritance of the Ascended will be more precious and powerful than the inheritance of ordinary ancestors."

"Ordinary juniors cannot get their approval."

"If you had ascended to the position of suzerain back then, you would have been recognized by the Ascendant's inheritance..."

"In addition, every time the fairy road is opened, the younger generation can come to awaken the spiritual sense of the senior Feisheng, and inquire about some situations in the upper realm."

"However, the price is high."

Hearing this, Pei Ling also looked solemn.

The spiritual thoughts left by the ancestors who have already ascended... This is the true sense of immortal spiritual thoughts!

"Fu Qiong" continued to move forward, and a new picture scroll appeared beside the bloody path.

In the painting is a scene under the dark night, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains seem to have fallen into a deep sleep, the forests are quiet, and the birds and animals are not frightened.

A slender figure stood in the air, its face was completely hidden in the shadow, and it was hard to see clearly, only a pair of eyes were shining brightly, as bright as a ghost.

The slender and white catkin protruded from the cloak of the green mandala, and spread five fingers towards the sky. Above the palm, there was a cluster of light blue flames floating.

The flame was no bigger than a bean, compared to the mountains, it was insignificant, but it had the aura of burning the sky and the earth, as if the whole world, in front of it, was nothing but a torch that could burn.