This scroll depicts the scene of the void outside the territory.

In the gray-black void, meteorites were falling one after another, and storm whirlpools were appearing far and near. Like a dangerous undercurrent, an old man in a dark-bottomed gold-patterned robe stood proudly with his big sleeves fluttering.

His white hair was disheveled, flying wildly with the storm in the void, his snowy eyebrows flew into his temples, and his eyes were blood-red, as if containing a torrential sea of ​​blood. His big hand was holding a scepter that was ten feet high. The scepter was completely white, and seemed to be

Made of the leg bones of a foreign race, the top is inlaid with nearly a hundred skulls, large and small. Within each skull, there is a ghostly soul fire burning, illuminating the void.

The old man's whole body was majestic and majestic, like a mountain of ten thousand mountains, suddenly pressing down.

Pei Ling just glanced at it and felt a strong sense of crisis coming over him!

"Fuqiong" stood in front of the scroll, looked at the old man, and said in a deep voice: "This is 'Hengxie'."

"Cultivation in the Mahayana period."

"Sixty-four calamities."

Sixty-four calamities!?

Pei Ling was suddenly shocked. Master Yao Qingyue told him that the existence of sixty-four calamities in the entire Panya Realm will not exceed the number of five fingers!

And Master Yao Qingyue is one of them.

He didn’t know the rest of them at all!

Is this Patriarch of "Hengxie" one of them?

But then, he heard "Fu Qiong" continue to say: "'Hengxie' was the introduction to the immortal road last time, and fell into the Fusheng chess game."

Xianlu Yinzi, sixty-four calamities, fell in the chess game of Fusheng?

Pei Ling was extremely surprised, but saw 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.

The painting is filled with darkness, like mist filling the sky, but there is no one around.

"Fuqiong" said calmly: "This painting is my seat."

After saying that, he didn't say much and moved forward again.

Step, step, step...

Pei Ling followed closely behind.

Soon, a picture emerged from the void. It was a forest of steles at the foot of the mountain, densely packed with tombstones, dotted here and there, of different heights and styles. Some were extremely luxurious and inlaid with gold and treasures; some were extremely simple.

It's just a half-section of a tree trunk; there are also some weird and weird things, but they are made of bones...

Pei Ling's eyes turned to the mountains behind the Forest of Steles, and then he realized that it was not a mountain, but a majestic and huge tombstone!

Its color is as black as ink, and it seems that the whole body is pure and unadulterated. Only by looking carefully can one see that this giant monument is engraved with dense runes all over its body, and it is like a living creature moving quickly.

At the top of the giant monument, stands an old man in brocade robes. The old man stands with his hands behind his back, wearing a hunting robe.

There are wrinkles on his face, and the corners of his drooping mouth are like the trajectory of a sharp knife flying through the air, showing a fierce and ruthless meaning. He wears a red gold crown on his head, and a flawless spiritual jade on his waist. Even in the painting, the jade pendant looks full of intelligence.

, shining brightly, and although the attire is luxurious, it is not vulgar, but has an indescribable elegance as if she has been pampered since childhood.

A pair of eyes, cold and sharp, like the blade of a knife, looked straight out of the picture scroll. The chilling and cold aura was like a rushing flood, almost ready to break through the picture scroll and roar out.

"Fu Qiong" said calmly: "This 'Fu Chou' is also a Mahayana master."

"He is the ascendant from the last immortal path."

"What is in the scroll now is the spiritual thoughts and inheritance left behind before his ascension."

"The inheritance of the ascended ones will be more precious and powerful than the inheritance of ordinary ancestors."

"Ordinary juniors cannot get their recognition."

"If you had ascended to the position of sect leader, you would have been recognized by the Ascended Ones' inheritance..."

"In addition, every time the Immortal Road is opened, the younger generation can come to awaken the spiritual thoughts of the ascended seniors and inquire about some situations in the upper world."

"However, the price is high."

Hearing this, Pei Ling also looked solemn.

The divine thoughts left behind by the ascended ancestor... This is the divine thoughts of an immortal in the true sense!

"Fuqiong" continued to move forward, and a new picture scroll appeared on the side of the bloody path.

The painting is a scene under the dark night. The mountains and rivers thousands of miles away seem to have fallen into a deep sleep. The trees are quiet and the birds and animals are not frightened.

A slender figure stood in the sky, its face completely hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly, except for a pair of eyes that were as bright as a ghost.

Slender white catkins protrude from the mandala's cloak, and open its five fingers toward the sky. A cluster of light blue flames hangs above the palm of the hand.

The flame was no bigger than a bean, incomparably insignificant compared to the mountains, but it had the momentum to burn the sky and extinguish the earth, as if the entire world in front of it was nothing more than a torch.

After paying attention to the cluster of flames for just a moment, Pei Ling felt heat rising all over his body, as if he was in a sea of ​​fire.

"Fu Qiong" said: "This is a 'Xuan Rose'."

"He is a failure in ascension."

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

"I have learned about her inheritance before."

After finishing speaking, he continued to move forward.

Another portrait appeared in the sight of the two of them. "Fuqiong" kept walking and introduced: "This is also a person who failed to ascend."

"The inheritance has been understood by future generations."

"It's a pity that the younger generation's qualifications and opportunities are lacking. He was unable to step into the Tribulation and fell into the Hedao stage."

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

"Like 'Fu Chou', it has been successful."

"No descendant has ever understood the inheritance of his spiritual thoughts."

"We still need to wait for the next amazing talent to come."

"This is the Ascended Servant, Fallen in the Fusheng Chess Game."

"There are many people who will inherit his legacy."

"But most of them have died, and there are only two left, who are the supreme elders of the sect."

"This is..."

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

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

Instead, there was a piece of dark water that was as calm as a mirror.

This body of water is very vast, like an abyss, but without a single ripple.

If it weren't for perception, I would almost doubt it to be a whole piece of ink-colored glass.

In the void above the black water, there is a huge image suspended.

This portrait is much larger than all the portraits I have seen before, and it seems to have the power to tower over the sky and the earth.

The painting is overflowing with color and crystal clear, with thousands of lights shining in all directions, like a bright sun in the sky, reflecting the dark waters below.

Spiritual stone!

The best spiritual stone!

Countless top quality spiritual stones!

Looking around, the entire picture is filled with top-grade spiritual stones that are overflowing with aura and have no impurities. They are stacked into mountains, weighing thousands of them, meandering away. Even such a huge picture seems unable to capture them.

Fully accommodated.

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

It is different from all the previous portraits. In the previous portraits, even though the Patriarch's face is obscured and cannot be seen clearly, he is facing outward and looking at the incoming person.

But of this figure, only a vague back can be seen.

He stood with his hands behind his back, as if he would float away in the next moment.

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

"Fuqiong" stood at the end of the bloody path, looked up at the figure in linen clothes, 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 trouble, ghosts were rampant, and 'weird things' emerged one after another. Our human race was humble and insignificant, and the morale of our race was on the verge of collapse."

"The Patriarch stepped forward to destroy all races, kill the sacred trees, suppress the Nine Netherworlds, and seal the fallen immortals..."

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

Having said this, "Fu Qiong" had a thought in his mind, and immediately took out a blank scroll and handed it to Pei Ling, "After overcoming the tribulation, you will also be in the scroll, leaving your own spiritual thoughts and inheritance."

"When the time comes, this scroll will remain in this inheritance hall, and just like the ancestors of our Holy Sect, they will continue to protect the sect and strengthen the inheritance, regardless of life or death."

"Be with the sect for eternity!"

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

He first bowed with great respect, then bent down and caught the scroll with both hands...
Chapter completed!