Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

"Miss Feng!"

"Little Junior Sister!"

Feng Qingran only heard two exclamations in her ears, and then the whole world spun and she was pulled into a secret room.

There are several stone pillars in the square secret room, and lamps are lit on top of the stone pillars, illuminating the entire secret room.

Through the light, Feng Qingran could see colorful murals carved on the surrounding stone walls.

The first painting shows a giant holding a sky-cleaving ax in his hand, cutting through the chaos and shining into a ray of light.

Feng Qingran recognized at a glance that this was the scene of Pangu opening the sky and splitting the earth.

The second mural shows a scene of the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing, countless creatures destroyed, and a woman flying into the sky.

The third painting is a scene of a battle between a dragon, a phoenix and a unicorn.

……

Feng Qingran read each painting and found that each painting represented an era.

Feng Qingran could understand the previous paintings, but when he saw the seventy-seventh painting, Feng Qingran was stunned on the spot.

The young man in this painting has a stunning profile.

Look down upon all things, and be noble and unparalleled.

There are countless powerful enemies in front of the young man, approaching him.

However - the young man's face remained unchanged, calm and composed.

The next painting shows the young man raising his hands and brushing his sleeves, giving him the feeling of life being taken away from him.

The powerful enemy in front of the young man was instantly wiped out.

The next painting shows a young man alone, standing between heaven and earth, as if a god has descended into the world, giving people a sense of being unattainable.

Feng Qingran stared at the stream of light with her apricot eyes. Pangu, the saint who created the world, Hongjun, Nuwa and others only appeared once.

And this boy actually occupied three paintings!

Who is he?

Why are there no records about young people in ancient books?

Feng Qingran couldn't think of any information about the boy, but she always felt that the boy in the painting was similar to the seventh senior brother Mo Jinghong!

Like, but not like.

The seventh senior brother is dignified and cold.

The young man in the painting is cold and lonely, making people afraid to get close to him.

What's more, the people in these paintings are all powerful men who are superior to the way of heaven. They have already transcended the six realms and are not bound by rules.

If Brother Seventh is really the person in this painting.

It is impossible to appear in Kyushu.

He would not succumb to Lingyun Sect and become a disciple of False God.

Feng Qingran then read the paintings below.

The ninety-ninth painting is a battle between gods and demons, and the division of three thousand small worlds...

Feng Qingran stared at Qiang Shang's painting in a daze. The person who painted it must have wanted to tell future generations something?

And from the colors of these paintings, it can be clearly seen that the paintings were completed in three periods.

The same person came here to complete these paintings at different times, which is definitely a warning of something.

Feng Qingran couldn't guess what these paintings wanted to tell her.

But if she remembered correctly, she was pulled in by those climbing vines.

She could feel that the climbing grass meant no harm to her.

Feng Qingran's almond-shaped eyes flashed with a gleam, and she said from a distance: "Are you still there? What did you want to do by sending me in?"

As soon as Feng Qingran finished speaking, there were rustling sounds all around, like the sound of vines moving.

Then, a green vine emerged from the ground.

The vine came to a stone pillar and made a nodding gesture.

Feng Qingran walked to the stone pillar and her eyes fell on the lamp holder of the stone pillar. General organs have lamp holders.

Feng Qingran raised her hand to twist the lamp holder, but the vine blocked the lamp holder and rubbed against Feng Qingran.

"You mean the agency is not here?" Feng Qingran asked with a smile.

The vine shook its head, and a leaf still pointed to the lamp base.

Feng Qingran's head was full of questions, "You're not asking me to twist the mechanism, what do you want me to do?"

The vines slightly hooked the leaves, and the vine body rotated to form a spiritual stone shape.

"Do you mean that this lamp holder is very valuable and you want me to take it away?" Feng Qingran tried to ask.

The vine immediately shook its leaves excitedly.

Feng Qingran was speechless for a moment. Will a plant that becomes a spirit care about money?

Feng Qingran took out a few luminous pearls to illuminate, and then found a tool to remove the lamp holders one by one.

In the process, Feng Qingran discovered that the lamp holder was not precious.

But what was burning inside the lamp holder was what the vine wanted most.

Feng Qingran didn't know what was inside the lamp holder, but its texture was somewhat similar to the stone outside.

Something that can burn for tens of thousands of years without being destroyed is extremely precious.

No wonder Taotie is reluctant to eat it!

"What is this?" Feng Qingran asked curiously.

The branches and leaves of the vine were trembling, expressing something excited, but helplessly, Feng Qingran didn't understand it at all.

Feng Qingran shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand.

The vines stood in mid-air, filled with an incredible aura.

The vine turned its branches and came to a painting, pointing at an extremely inconspicuous leaf in the painting.

"You mean this is you?" Feng Qingran asked crisply.

The vines proudly point their branches.

Feng Qingran's almond-shaped eyes widened. This painting was from the period when Hongjun became a saint. If climbing vines had existed at that time...

Feng Qingran didn't dare to think about it later.

She really couldn't imagine how the climbing vine survived until now?

Things from the prehistoric era, even a breath of air, are things that countless great powers cannot ask for!

What's more, they are creatures from the prehistoric era!

In the endless years, there must be many strong people who have spied on the climbing vine...

While Feng Qingran was deep in thought, the climbing vine grass moved again, and it formed a gourd shape with vine branches.

"You're not a climbing vine, but a calabash vine?" Feng Qingran asked in shock.

The vine leaves trembled, indicating that Feng Qingran had guessed correctly, and then the vine branches formed a seven-character.

Feng Qingran looked at the seven words in front of her, and a thought flashed through her mind.

"Seven gourds?" Feng Qingran's almond-shaped eyes were filled with shock.

According to ancient book descriptions, seven gourds appeared during the prehistoric period.

But the seven gourds were divided by the saints, and the vines also fell into the hands of powerful people.

It is said that the seven gourds were later turned into seven shocking magic weapons and became the weapons of the saint.

As for the whereabouts of the gourd vine, there is no specific record in ancient books.

Feng Qingran’s apricot eyes are as bright as spring flowers, and the prehistoric gourd vine should be on the same level as the prehistoric beasts, right?

After hearing Feng Qingran's answer, the vine wrapped around Feng Qingran's wrist, and the leaves rolled up slightly, with a vague sense of flattery.

"You want to make a contract with me?" Feng Qingran suddenly remembered the key point.

There was no way that the vine had dragged her in here for no reason and exposed its identity for no reason.

There is definitely a plan.

The vines were withdrawn from Feng Qingran's wrists and stood up straight, as upright as a human being.

"Why do you want to make a contract with me?" Feng Qingran asked in surprise.

For creatures like Vine, even if they get to the upper world, there are countless strong men competing for the contract. Why do they only focus on her, a monk in the Nascent Soul stage?

Feng Qingran remembered that it was written in some books that some extremely powerful creatures chose to make contracts with monks because they wanted to take away the monks' bodies.

Could it be that the vines took a fancy to her body?

Feng Qingran looked at the vines warily.

Ancient gourd vine.

The absolute pinnacle exists.

Even the Hongmeng tree species has a status far inferior to it.

Such a powerful creature would make a contract with her, a monk in the Nascent Soul stage?