The talisman seal was crushed, and green light shone everywhere, and a green lotus appeared in the courtyard.

In an instant, the old man seemed to be like a dead tree in spring, and a different aura appeared on his body, and he returned to his youth. Without turning the wooden wheelchair, he turned his head and looked over, his eyes full of surprise and could not bear it.

It was obvious that the Qinglian sword song he wanted to see was the song, but Chen Weiming could no longer stop. The sword energy condensed, mixed with sword intent, and a terrible sword storm was about to come. When the storm was generated, the old man would undoubtedly die, and the courtyard would be completely destroyed.

Seeing that the sword energy was about to surround, the seemingly ordinary painting on the wall suddenly emitted a soft green light, like a rain falling, pouring into the courtyard, which made Chen Weiming's blue lotus sword song melt quickly like ice and snow, and returned to normal in an instant.

"this……"

Chen Weiming was shocked and couldn't understand the reason, so he could not imagine what happened. A painting, a layer of light fell, actually dispelled his magical powers.

"Who are you?"

The old man asked, not breathing anymore, and was extremely energetic. While speaking, he slowly turned the wooden wheelchair over. His eyes became extremely energetic and he stared at Chen Weiming tightly.

After looking at the painting wrapped in mysterious light on the wall, Chen Weiming replied softly: "Young man, I have seen seniors."

The painting looked plain and plain, and even if you use the eyes of breaking the delusion and retaining the truth, you can't see anything strange. What weirdness is inside can actually make your magical powers disappear instantly.

After experiencing a lot of things, he no longer felt that the Eye of Destruction and Truth could really see through everything. At least, he still couldn't see through the stones in the Pangu Temple.

"Walker, walker!" the old man murmured to himself, looking at the painting on the wall, and chuckled: "I've been waiting. I've finally waited."

The painting only had the sun, forming and the moon, but it seemed to have entrusted all his hopes. The old man chuckled and didn't know what he had done. He heard a whistle, and the painting actually flew up from the wall and hung on the roof. He slowly circled.

"Look at this painting well!" said the old man: "This is what Li Qinglian left for you. After searching for so many years, those people thought it was something extraordinary. Never thought it was such a seemingly ordinary painting!"

He did not look at Chen Weiming, but these words were undoubtedly what Chen Weiming said. Over the years, countless dangers and threats were right in front of him. He never compromised and put life and death aside. He mixed the real treasures into a bunch of calligraphy and paintings, and the fish eyes were mixed with pearls.

After so many years, the Demon Sect and the Empire have been here many times, wanting to find the so-called treasures. But no one thought that the things left by Li Qinglian have always been in front of them, and they are simply hanging on the wall.

"Ha ha!"

A person with no cultivation has concealed so many so-called top-notch strong men. After so many years of pride, the old man couldn't help but vent his feelings.

The painting hanging on the roof slowly circled, and the green light shone like ripples, covering the entire courtyard. In an instant, flowers, plants, stone pillars, walls... everything in the courtyard disappeared. There was darkness around it, as if it had reached an endless void.

The green light flashed, condensed into a light curtain like a waterfall pouring down before Chen Weiming. Seeing that there was a ripples in the light curtain, a figure slowly emerged.

"Li Qinglian!"

Seeing the person clearly, Chen Weiming exclaimed and shouted out. The figure carried a three-foot bronze sword in his hand, was wearing a blue shirt, and had a cynical smile between his lips. Who was Li Qinglian who had appeared in the mirror of time in the Pangu Temple?

He shouldn't have appeared here. This is definitely not himself. Chen Weiming activated his eyes to break the delusion and truth to sweep away. Sure enough, he only saw energy but no energy of life. The figure was not himself, but just a phantom left behind.

"I'm glad that what I left was waiting for the one I had to wait for."

Li Qinglian in the light curtain said softly: "I don't know what you are called or what you look like, but if this painting is touched, it means that those who are on the road to defiance of heaven have not sacrificed in vain."

"Fuxi, Nuwa, Suiren, Younn, Cangjie..."

With Li Qinglian's voice, the light curtain floated and figures were drawn. They were the people in the Pangu Temple. However, here they were no longer cold stone statues, but turned into vivid shapes.

Not only the statues in the Pangu Temple, but after those few people, other people were transformed into other people. There were young men wearing black and white Taoist robes, old men with cigarette puffs, turbid and unsightly eyes, and Taoist priests like porcupines... Many, many appeared and disappeared in front of them.

Chen Weiming firmly believed that he did not know them, and except for the stones in the Pangu Temple, he also had a little impression of them. But for some reason, looking at these people, he felt that a curtain was pushed away in his heart, revealing the things inside, like bright red flesh and blood, which made him feel very painful.

It seems that these people are his relatives, friends, and even life and death.

The disappearance on the light curtain was like a permanent disappearance, death, and a disaster that made him feel extremely heartbroken and burst into tears without realizing it.

At this moment, it seemed like a beast was hiding in his chest, which made him unable to help but roar and roar.

"If you are not free, you would rather die! For this illusory slogan, they followed the will of sacrifice and died one after another on the way to the heavens."

"Everything is just to wait for what has to be waited for, all sacrifices, defeats again and again, and to delay the time of destruction."

All the figures disappeared, and Li Qinglian appeared again. When she raised her hand, a black metal disk flew out. She thought it was just a phantom, but she didn't expect it to turn into a real object and fell directly into Chen Weiming's hands.

"Take the star plate and rush out of this closed world to explore a wider world. It will guide you to a farther distance. At the end of the universe, those who sacrifice are waiting for the news of your return! Go through everything they have not completed and make their sacrifices have real meaning."

Li Qinglian raised her hand again, and a book appeared in his hands. Chen Weiming had seen this book, which was the one that the other party took in the Pangu Temple in the Mirror of Time.

"Their inheritance has no substantial significance to you. Fuxi, who was before the Immortal and Juesheng, left you the biggest treasure! This book is the key to the treasure and records some things you should know!"
Chapter completed!