Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Feng Qingran raised her eyes to observe the paintings on the wall.

After just one glance, Feng Qingran was stunned.

This painting seems familiar.

Feng Qingran's eyes fell on the next painting, and she couldn't hide the shock in her eyes.

"Master, they seem to be enlarged versions. Could it be that the owner of this palace has been to the mysterious realm of Youxuan?" Feng Zhichu sent a message to Feng Qingran in confusion.

A few of its young leaves poked out of Feng Qingran's sleeves and shook them.

This painting is exactly the same as the one on the cave where it stayed.

It’s just that the painting in front of me is larger, clearer and has more complete details.

Feng Qingran was not in a hurry to look at the details.

She began to look for the painting of Pangu opening the sky. To her surprise, there were several paintings before Pangu opening the sky.

The first painting is blank, giving people a sense of nothingness.

The second painting has some background color, but the background color is slightly desolate, with a touch of green in the middle. If you look closely, it looks like a green lotus in bud.

Qinglian again?

Feng Qingran couldn't explain what she felt.

Could this be the green lotus it remembered seeing?

Feng Qingran paused in front of this painting for a long time, always feeling like she wanted to capture something, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't.

Just when Feng Qingran was stunned——

The thought came from Hongmeng Tree: Bring this painting in, I want to watch it grow.

In an instant, all of Feng Qingran's thoughts were interrupted, and a voice message came out: "You are just a tree, but you grew up looking at paintings?"

Hongmeng Tree: I’m going to decide on this painting. I don’t care. If you don’t give it to me, you’ll never want to pick my leaves again!

Feng Qingran asked curiously: "Why do you want it? Is there anything special about it?"

Hongmengshu: It cannot be said, it cannot be said. In short, there are endless mysteries hidden in this painting. Just sneak it in for me. Since there are many of you, the old man will definitely not know which of you took it...

Hongmengshu seemed a little guilty and only half-said.

Feng Qingran's mouth twitched and she said through the voice: "Do you want to listen to what you are saying? If you want to paint, you can only exchange it with something, not steal it."

Hongmengshu: I'm afraid the key is not working. Even if you send me out, the old man may not agree to give you this painting. You are still young and don't understand some times and some things. We have to be flexible. People can't be too upright.

After hearing Hongmeng Shu's words, Feng Qingran was even more sure that this painting was not simple.

The Hongmeng Tree is comparable to the Sky-Opening Axe. Why is the old man unwilling to change it?

Intuition told Feng Qingran that Hongmengshu was hiding something from her.

Feng Qingran ignored Hongmeng Shu's next message and moved to the next painting.

The third portrait is like a cage with countless shadows inside, and those shadows are killing each other.

The fourth painting is chaos, and the previous shadows have disappeared. A giant holds a sky ax in his hand and cuts through the chaos. The color of the whole painting is much brighter than the previous painting.

Hongmeng Shu thought again: This picture is not bad, if you can give it to me, I can grow faster.

Feng Qingran received Hongmeng Shu's thoughts and paused slightly before leaving.

Suspicion flashed across her almond-shaped eyes, and there seemed to be a blooming green lotus hidden at the top of the painting.

Qinglian again?

Feng Qingran couldn't help but have doubts about the Hongmeng tree. Why would it covet Qinglian as a supreme existence?

As for why she felt that Hongmeng Tree was coveting Qinglian, Feng Qingran couldn't explain.

She just subconsciously felt that Hongmeng Shu wanted to take something away from Qinglian.

A towering tree appears in the fifth painting. This tree is somewhat similar to the Hongmeng tree.

Feng Qingran took the initiative to send a message to Hongmeng Shu, "Do you want this painting?"

Hongmengshu: I don’t want to.

Feng Qingran's eyes flashed slightly, "Why?"

Hongmeng Tree seemed a little disgusted: No, it is not me, I want to become a stronger existence than it.

After hearing this, Feng Qingran remained silent and looked down.

Next is the picture of all things coming into being and the saints controlling all things in the world.

Each painting contains endless mysteries, but her current strength cannot be discerned at all, and every painting here is different from what she has seen before in the mysterious realm.

If you look at it for too long, your mind will become unstable.

This is a backlash.

Those who lack strength will pry into opportunities that are not theirs, and the consequences will be backlash.

Feng Qingran hurriedly scanned the remaining paintings.

Painting seventy-seven.

The scene in the painting is a woman in red fighting against a group of strange-looking people.

Of course, only the woman's back can be seen.

The people who appear in these paintings basically have back figures, and at most they have a little profile.

There are still several pieces of law lingering around the woman in red.

Feng Qingran was not sure whether the person in the painting was her mother.

Feng Qingran wanted to look longer, looking for details, but felt a sharp pain deep in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Look, the people in this painting look familiar?"

The sudden sound woke Feng Qingran.

Feng Qingran looked not far away and saw Dugu Jianyi, Mu Qianjue, and Baili Wenyue standing in front of a painting.

Mu Qianjue nodded towards the painting, "It really looks familiar. Have we seen him somewhere?"

Feng Qingran walked up to the painting. The young man stood in the air, and his slightly exposed profile was unparalleled.

There was a group of masked men in black in front of the boy.

The aura surrounding those men in black was extremely terrifying.

The young man looked at them calmly.

In the next picture, the young man gently raised his hand, taking life and death, showing his dignity, and the men in black fell down one after another.

In the next picture, the young man is alone, standing between heaven and earth, looking down at all living things, no one can approach him.

"Little junior sister, do you also feel that this person looks familiar?" Dugu Jian asked with a cold voice.

Feng Qingran met Dugu Jianyi's eyes and asked seriously: "Don't you think this person looks like our seventh senior brother?"

"Seventh Junior Brother?" Dugu Jianyi was silent for a moment and shook his head seriously.

"It's not like that. It's not like him at all. Mo Yu's temperament is completely different from his. The coldness between this man's brows is so indifferent to everything. Mo Yu's coldness is not like that. And this man is obviously much stronger than Mo Yu."

Baili Wenyue also came over and took a look at the painting, "The person in this painting looks familiar, but I'm sure he's not Yan Moyu."

When Feng Qingran heard this, her face turned slightly pale and she looked at Mu Qianjue who didn't speak.

Mu Qianjue studied the painting for a moment, but made no other move, but said in confusion, "Is our seventh junior brother called Yan Moyu? How do I remember that Yan Moyu is the eighth child?"

Baili Wenyue looked at Mu Qianjue strangely, "What eighth brother? Fourth senior brother, are you confused? Our sect's eighth brother is not that Tang Chongzhu. That guy temporarily joined our sect. He is also a demon. Now he has returned to the demon world. went."

"Is that so? How do I remember that the seventh junior brother is someone else? Wasn't Tang Chongzhi placed in the tenth position at the beginning? Still behind the junior sister?" Mu Qianjue vaguely felt that his memory was slightly confused.

I was clearly thinking about Junior Brother Seven before, but why can't I remember his existence now?

When did you not remember it?

It seemed that after seeing that throne, I had some insights, and my memory seemed to be in a trance for a moment.

Mu Qianjue looked at Feng Qingran and saw her looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Little junior sister, what do you think the seventh son of our Lingyun Sect is called?" Mu Qianjue urgently needed a promise to confirm his idea.

Feng Qingran's almond-shaped eyes twinkled, and she said softly: "Didn't the Fourth Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother and Sixth Senior Brother already talk about it?"