Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

The battlefield of the gods.

Eight herons took the lead and rushed behind the secret door.

It wants to fight for the Phoenix Lord!

Eight herons rushed in majestic and high-spirited.

The next moment, he rushed out howling like a ghost.

Eight herons hid behind Feng Qingran, covering their eight heads with their wings, and hummed in a low voice: "Oh! It's too scary inside! Phoenix Master, I'm sorry, you better go in first!"

The corners of Feng Qingran's mouth twitched. She was just about to praise the eight herons.

Now that the words were on my lips, I had no choice but to take them back.

She turned her head and glanced at the cowering appearance of the eight herons, and said helplessly: "What's in it?"

"I didn't see clearly." The eight-headed heron said vaguely.

Feng Qingran:......

Don't see clearly what you are afraid of?

The eight-headed heron seemed to know the doubts in Feng Qingran's heart, and said fearfully: "I just didn't see it clearly, so I was even more scared. The yin energy inside is heavier than that in the valley."

The moment the eight-headed heron entered, it felt like there were many things pulling at it.

But there was obviously nothing inside.

Feng Qingran patted the head of the eight herons and said: "It's okay, I'll go in and take a look."

Feng Qingran walked through the secret door and stepped into the room.

There was nothing in the circular dark room, only some strange pictures carved on the stone walls.

Ancient characters are engraved on the top, bottom, left and right sides of the portrait.

Feng Qingran knew that these were ancient characters, but the strange thing was that she didn't recognize them.

"Master Feng, these seem to be unique characters of the Buddhist tribe. I have seen them in a place before." Feng Zhichu said in a voice message.

"Buddhist characters?" Feng Qingran was slightly confused.

"Yes, this is the script of the Buddhist tribe. The Buddhist tribe appeared very late. The script of their tribe has always been the same. It will only make some adjustments over time, but the overall character will not change. "Feng Zhichu said.

Feng Qingran stared at the question, "Chuchu, do you know the meaning of these words?"

Feng Zhichu felt very guilty and said: "Master Feng, I don't recognize it completely. It says 'rest', 'dissipate', 'reincarnation'... I don't recognize the rest."

After hearing this, Feng Qingran replied: "Chuchu is already great, but I don't know any of them yet."

Feng Zhichu became shy, stretched out the vine, and handed Feng Qingran a small red flower, "Master Feng, I have newly raised this flower. It contains the refined purple energy of heaven and earth, and you can absorb it directly. "

Feng Qingran took the little red flower and said with a smile: "Thank you Chuchu, I like it very much."

Feng Zhichu once again slipped into Feng Qingran's sleeves.

Feng Qingran held the little red flower and felt the purple energy of heaven and earth slowly integrating into her body.

Feng Qingran then went to take a serious look at the paintings on the stone wall.

After looking around, Feng Qingran's whole body became completely cold.

What is recorded in these scenes is the process of cultivating the innate Tao fetus, the son of taboo, and the son of the rebirth curse.

The innate Tao fetus is a kind of existence that is born with original thoughts.

The entity of Yuanshen is called Yuan Nian.

When Yuan Nian is cultivated to the highest level, it can be transformed into the second soul of the cultivator.

As long as a cultivator can hide this original thought, he can achieve immortality no matter what kind of destruction he suffers.

If an innate Tao fetus is to be conceived naturally, basically there won’t be one in all the universes.

After all, this kind of existence is too heaven-defying. Even if it does not suffer a natural disaster when it is born, the world will not allow the existence of innate Tao fetuses.

When the innate Tao fetus is born, there will be images of the sun and the moon shining together, purple dragons and fire phoenixes dancing together, which is easy to identify.

So it is impossible to hide it.

Any force that has an innate Tao fetus born, unless it has the strength to protect the innate Tao fetus, will have to face the attacks of many forces.

Even if you are lucky enough to withstand the pressure of many forces, you may not be able to cultivate the innate Tao fetus.

Unparalleled qualifications naturally require countless good resources to cultivate.

If not, it will eventually disappear among all living beings.

But as long as the innate Tao fetus survives, it is impossible for this force to settle down.

Because the innate Tao Ti has the possibility of overturning at any time.

Of course, the innate Tao fetus carried in the belly of the three-headed dragon was not congenitally conceived.

It was also cultivated using secret methods.

The cultivation process was very cruel, and countless women were sacrificed here.

However, no matter how cruel the cultivation process of the innate Tao fetus is, it is far inferior to the son of the taboo and the son of the rebirth curse.

The forbidden child needs a special power to be injected into the fetus when it is just conceived.

During this period, most fetuses die because they cannot bear the force.

Only a few fetuses survive.

The surviving fetus continues to be infused with a force in the second month.

Only babies who have experienced it nine times and come out of it are considered qualified.

During this period, tens of thousands of fetuses will die in the womb.

As for those women who lost their children, they will also be eliminated directly.

These contents were all seen by Feng Qingran from the painting.

Each painting is twisted, bloody and full of despair.

The content on some screens is even more unbearable to look at.

As for the Buddhist inscriptions around these paintings, Feng Qingran guessed that they were probably used to suppress the souls of the dead.

The resentment in this house is hundreds of times stronger than in the valley.

But still can't find the remaining soul.

Feng Qingran released the power of his consciousness, felt it, and his eyes fell on a painting.

Other paintings are all in dark red tones.

Only the painting in front of me is light pink.

Feng Qingran stared at the painting for a moment, and the next moment, a door opened.

"Phoenix Master, that... this door, I won't go in." Eight-Heron said timidly.

"Okay." Feng Qing said solemnly.

Feng Qingran stepped inside the door.

As soon as Feng Qingran left, the eight herons' feathers exploded, "Ah! Master Feng, I will go in with you."

But as soon as it finished speaking, there was a bang.

The door is closed.

Not only is the door in front of you closed, but the door through which it came in is also closed.

The room was dark.

The eight-headed heron suddenly trembled all over, "Phoenix Master! Woohoo, save me quickly."

The eight-headed heron only felt countless voices in his ears.

It couldn't hear anything specific.

It just felt more scared.

Boom! ——

When the eight-headed heron was about to cry out of fear, the door in front of it opened.

'Feng Qingran' said: "Come here quickly."

Just as the eight-headed heron was about to run over, he realized that the 'Feng Qingran' in front of him had no aura of contract with it.

The eight-headed heron was really crying now!

Wrap eight heads with wings.

If you can’t see it, it doesn’t exist!

If you can’t see it, it doesn’t exist!

If you can’t see it, it doesn’t exist!

If you can’t see it, it doesn’t exist!

"Xiaoba, what are you doing? Come here quickly." A voice sounded.

The eight herons noticed Feng Qingran's aura, carefully revealed their eight heads, and immediately ran to Feng Qingran, "Master Feng, you scared me to death just now. All the doors were closed, and I am the only one left here. Wow. Woo hoo..."