Chapter 1539: Chongming! (First Update! Please Subscribe!)

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 tightly held a ten-meter-tall scepter. The whole body of the scepter was white, and it seemed to be made of the leg bones of a foreign race. There were 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."

"Sixty-four kalpas."

Sixty-four kalpas! ?

Pei Ling was startled. Master Yao Qingying told him that the existence of sixty-four 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 then, he heard "Fu Qiong" continue to say: "'Eternal Xie' is the introduction to the fairy road last time, and he fell in the Fusheng chess game."

The fairy road introduction, sixty-four kalpas, fell in the chess game of floating life?

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, like 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, looked straight out of the picture scroll, chilling the cold breath, like a rushing flood, almost breaking through the picture 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.

After staring at the cluster of flames for only a moment, Pei Ling felt a surge of heat all over his body, as if he was in a sea of ​​flames.

"Fu Qiong" said: "This is 'hanging rose'."

"He is a loser in ascension."

"But it is Mahayana after all, and the spiritual thoughts it left behind still have some spirituality."

"Her inheritance, this seat has once comprehended."

After speaking, he continued to move forward.

Another portrait appeared in the sight of the two, "Fu Qiong" kept walking, and introduced: "This is also a loser in ascension."

"Its inheritance has been understood by younger generations."

"It's a pity that the junior's qualifications and opportunities are lacking after all, and he failed to step into the tribulation and fell into the Dao stage."

The robe brushed across the bloody path, and the voice of "Fu Qiong" sounded from time to time: "This is also an ascendant."

"Like 'Fu Chong', they have all succeeded."

"The inheritance of his spiritual sense has never been comprehended by younger generations."

"We still have to wait for the next talented and talented Tianjiao to come."

"This is the Ascension Servant, who has fallen into the Floating Life Chess Game."

"His inheritance is inherited by several people."

"But most of them have already fallen, and there are only two people left, who are the elders of the sect."

"Who is this……"

Amidst the slight sound of footsteps, they walked for a while, and the blood under "Fu Qiong"'s feet no longer spread, and there was an empty void in front of him, as vast as an outside world.

Pei Ling noticed that the mighty sea of ​​soul lamps below had quietly disappeared at some point.

Instead, there is a piece of black water as calm as a mirror.

This piece of water is very vast, like an abyss, but without the slightest ripple.

If it wasn't for perception, it would almost be suspected to be a whole piece of dark colored glaze.

In the void above the black water, there is an incomparably huge portrait suspended.

This portrait is much larger than all the portraits I have seen before, and it seems to be indomitable.

The painting is full of brilliance and crystal clear, with thousands of brilliance shining in all directions, like a big sun in the sky, reflecting the dark waters below.

Lingshi!

The best spirit stone!

Uncountable top-quality spirit stones!

Looking around, the whole picture scroll is full of aura and impurity-free top-quality spirit stones, stacked into mountains, thousands of layers, meandering away, even such a huge picture, it seems that they can't Fully accommodated.

On the top of the majestic Lingshi Mountain, stands a majestic figure in sackcloth.

It is different from all the previous portraits. In the previous portraits, even though the face of the patriarch in the inside is obscured and cannot be seen clearly, they are all facing outwards, looking at the person coming.

But this figure, but can only see a vague back.

Standing with hands behind their backs, it seems that they will float away in the next moment.

Its aura is pure, and it seems to be integrated with many spirit stones, as if it is a huge vein of top-quality spirit stones.

"Fu Qiong" stood at the end of the bloody path, looked up at the figure in sackcloth, and said solemnly: "This is the founder of the Holy Sect."

"The Patriarch of 'Chongming'."

"In the last years of ancient times, alien races were in chaos, ghosts and ghosts were rampant, and 'strange' emerged endlessly. My human race was as humble as grass, and the strength of the ethnic group was on the verge of collapse."

"The patriarch stepped forward to destroy all races, cut the god tree, suppressed Jiuyou, and sealed the fallen immortal..."

"The patriarch of 'Chongming' is one of the nine immortals in this world!"

Speaking of this, "Fu Qiong" had a thought, and immediately took out a blank scroll and handed it to Pei Ling, "After you cross the catastrophe, you will also leave your spiritual thoughts and inheritance in the scroll."

"At that time, this picture scroll will stay in this inheritance hall, just like the ancestors of my holy sect, no matter whether they live or die, they will continue to protect the sect and strengthen the inheritance."

"Together with the sect for eternity!"

Hearing this, Pei Ling immediately came back to his senses, and immediately said respectfully: "Disciple obeys!"

He saluted very respectfully first, then bent down and caught the scroll with both hands...