Chapter 17 Portrait of a Semi-Saint

"By the way, what is the origin of the Dark Palace?"

It was the first time that Jiang Lin heard the name of the Dark Palace. He immediately looked at Xie Qingyao and asked her

The Dark Palace, just hearing this name, you know it must be not a good thing.

In fact, it is true. The Dark Palace is not only not a good thing, but also an evil organization that the world hates.

"I don't know much about the Dark Palace. No, it should be that no one knows much about it."

"We don't know the specific origins, and we don't know when they appeared."

"It's just that they assassinated a quasi-emperor tens of thousands of years ago and became famous. Then they began to assassinate the top leaders and powerful people."

"Even slaughtering small countries, plundering resources and skills."

"In just a few thousand years, the world has fallen into chaos."

"Later, because the top forces took action to suppress it, the situation gradually stabilized."

"However, their nest has never been figured out."

Xie Qingyao spoke slowly, with some fear in her eyes.

Mainly assassinating, with cruel means and strong strength.

The origin is unknown, the old nest is unknown, everything is unknown.

Who wouldn't be afraid of such an enemy?

"This time we killed the people of the Dark Palace and hindered their business. I'm afraid we have to be careful in the future." Jiang Lin's face became a little solemn when he heard this, and he said in a deep voice.

It's really as Xie Qingyao said. I'm afraid they will be targeted by the Dark Palace in the future.

"Yeah."

"Let's find the fragments of Zhan Tian first. I'm also curious about this thing about Emperor Zhan Tian." Xie Qingyao said.

Her voice was very calm, as if she was not afraid of the Dark Palace.

But it was true.

As the saint of Qingyun Holy Land, she naturally had a lot of life-saving methods.

"Where will the fragments of Zhan Tian be?" Jiang Lin's snake pupils also showed curiosity about the fragments of Zhan Tian, ​​and he murmured.

His figure slowly coiled into a ball, and his eyes kept scanning the ruins of Shanshui Sect, searching for suspicious places.

Xie Qingyao raised his legs and walked into Shanshui Sect.

Wherever they passed, blood flowed all over the ground, which was shocking.

Her steps became more determined.

There were corpses everywhere, and they could see a corpse every few steps.

They stared with wide eyes, resentment, anger, despair and all kinds of expressions blended together, gathered together, as if solidified.

Xie Qingyao walked forward silently until she reached the main hall of Shanshui Sect, and her eyes just stopped in the main hall.

Inside the main hall, broken statues fell to the ground, and blood flowed on the surrounding floor.

"There is a painting here."

Jiang Lin turned his head and looked at the side wall, only to see a huge painting under the side wall, which fell to the ground.

Xie Qingyao heard it.

She walked forward and picked up the painting.

Only then did she realize that the painting was indeed very large, several meters long and wide.

She couldn't see the whole picture in her hand.

She could only hang it on the wall to get a glimpse of its full picture.

It was a man, wearing armor, riding a warhorse, holding a spear, majestic and full of domineering, as if he was the master of heaven and earth.

He held a spear in his hand, exuding a mighty aura, as if the collapse of heaven and earth would not be enough to shake him.

Even though it was just a portrait, it still carried an indescribable majesty and momentum.

"It is indeed the aura of an emperor!"

Jiang Lin couldn't help but sighed.

"A portrait of a semi-saint, the portrait contains a trace of saintly aura."

"Like a holy weapon, it can be used for attack and defense."

"It's a pity that the spirituality of this portrait is too weak, and it has been so long that it has no use."

Xie Qingyao said softly, with a trace of regret in her eyes.

"Semi-saint? I didn't expect that this small Shanshui Sect had once produced a semi-saint."

"But it's a pity that the years have changed, and the former glory is no longer there."

Xie Qingyao shook her head, feeling a little emotional.

[Ding, you looked at the portrait of the semi-saint and gained some insights. You have comprehended the will of the gun +1%]

"Hmm?"

Jiang Lin looked at the portrait, and the system prompt sounded in his mind.

At the same time, the understanding of the gun technique emerged.

"This semi-saint portrait is actually a treasure?" Jiang Lin was stunned for a moment, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

Of course, this is only a treasure for him.

If it is handed over to others, it may not be of much use.

With a gleam in his eyes, he got down from Xie Qingyao's shoulder, squatted beside the scroll, and studied it carefully.

Xie Qingyao saw that Jiang Lin was so interested in this painting, and did not say anything.

Just walked to the side silently, searching for clues about the fragments of Zhan Tian.

[Ding, you look at the semi-saint portrait, you have some insights, you understand the will of the gun +1%]

[Ding, you look at the semi-saint portrait, you have some insights, you understand the will of the gun +1%]

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[Ding, you look at the semi-saint portrait, you have some insights, you understand the will of the gun +1%]

[Ding, you look at the semi-saint portrait, you have some insights, you understand the will of the gun! ]

I don’t know how long it has been.

Like a sculpture, Jiang Lin has been observing the portrait, and countless mysteries suddenly appeared in his mind.

A tingling sensation came over him, making him curl up, his body trembling violently, cold sweat on his forehead, his eyes closed, and his teeth clenched.

Obviously, he was enduring some kind of pain.

In his mind, a long spear shadow seemed to appear, waving in the air, and every move showed the beauty of simplicity and simplicity.

Spear intention!

This is the highest realm of spearmanship - the artistic conception of the spear.

"Huh." After a long time, Jiang Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief, slowly opened his eyes, and a bright light burst out of his eyes.

The whole person revealed a sharp edge.

"Spear will!"

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Jiang Lin, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Lin curled up and trembled constantly, which made Xie Qingyao's heart tighten, and she hurried to his side to ask.

"It's okay!"

Jiang Lin's face still had an excited look at this moment.

"But I may know where the fragments of Zhan Tian are."

A pair of snake pupils stared at the portrait on the wall tightly, and said to Xie Qingyao with a firm look

Just now, when he was feeling the spear perception in the portrait, he accidentally discovered a little secret in the portrait.

"Hmm?"

"Do you know where the Zhantian fragment is hidden?" Xie Qingyao raised her eyebrows and looked at Jiang Lin in surprise.

"Yes, the thing is in this portrait. I never thought it would be hidden in it."

Jiang Lin nodded, his eyes flashing, and said

The portrait was hung on the wall, and a man and a snake looked at it silently.

After hearing Jiang Lin's words, Xie Qingyao also observed it carefully.

Her eyes fell on the painting, releasing a trace of spiritual power, penetrating into the painting, and began to investigate.