This scroll depicts the scene of the void outside the territory.
In the gray-black void, there were meteorites, and storm vortexes were born from far and near. It was like a turbulent undercurrent, an old man in a robe with a black gold pattern was floating in his sleeves and stood proudly.
His white hair was dispersed, flying wildly with the storm in the void, his snow eyebrows flew into his temples, and his eyes were covered in blood, as if containing a sea of blood.
The big hand held a scepter that was squattch high. The scepter was white all over, as if it was made of the leg bones of a certain alien race. At the top were inlaid with nearly a hundred skulls of all sizes. In each skull, there was a faint ghost fire igniting, illuminating the void.
The old man had one sleeveless tube. Although he had one arm, his aura was magnificent, like thousands of mountain palaces, pressing down with a bang.
Pei Ling just glanced at her eyes and felt a strong sense of crisis, which came to her face!
Fuqiong stood in front of the scroll, looked at the old man and said in a deep voice: This is "Hengxie".
Mahayana stage cultivation.
Sixty-four kalpas.
Sixty-four catastrophes!?
Pei Ling was shocked. Master Yao Qingying told him that the existence of the sixty-four tribulations in the entire Panya world will not exceed the number of five fingers!
Master Yao Qingying is one of them.
He didn't know the rest!
Now this ancestor Hengxie is one of them?
But then, he heard Fuqiong continue to say: "Hengxie" was the lead in the immortal road last time, and fell in the Fusheng chess game.
The Immortal Road Initiator, 64 Calamities, Falling in the Fusheng Chess Game?
Pei Ling was extremely surprised, but saw that Fuqiong had no intention of staying, so he continued to move forward and he immediately followed.
Not long after, another scroll appeared in front of him.
The black and dark in the painting is like mist in the sky, but there is no one.
Fuqiong said lightly: This painting is my seat.
After speaking, he didn't say much and moved forward again.
Step, step, step...
Pei Ling followed closely behind.
Soon, a scroll emerged from the void. It was a forest of steles located at the foot of the mountain. The dense tombstones were scattered, with different heights and different styles. Some were extremely luxurious and inlaid with gold and treasures; some were extremely simple, just half a tree trunk; some were weird and bizarre, but were made of bone breeding...
Pei Ling's eyes turned to the mountain behind the stele forest, and then he realized that it was not a mountain, but a huge tombstone!
Its color is as black as ink, as if it is pure and unmixed. Only by carefully distinguishing it can you see that the huge monument is engraved with dense runes, wandering rapidly like a living thing.
At the top of the giant monument, an old man with brocade robe stood, with his hands behind his back, and his robe shivered.
His face was wrinkled, and the corners of his drooping mouth were like the trajectory of a sharp blade when it was swept through the air, revealing a sharp and ruthless meaning.
Wearing a red gold crown on his head and a flawless jade on his waist. Even in the painting, the jade pendant looks enchanting and bright. Although the outfit is luxurious, it does not look vulgar. Instead, it has a kind of unspeakable elegance that seems to be pampered since childhood.
His eyes were cold and sharp, like a blade, looking straight out of the scroll. The solemn and cold breath was like a surging flood, almost about to break through the scroll and roar out.
Fuqian said calmly: This "Fu Sheng" is also Mahayana.
He was the ascenator of the last immortal road.
What is in the picture now is the divine thoughts and inheritance left behind before he ascended.
The inheritance of the ascenator will be more precious and powerful than the inheritance of ordinary ancestors.
Ordinary juniors cannot get their recognition.
If you had ascended the sect leader, you would have been recognized by the ascension inheritance...
In addition, every time the immortal road is opened, the younger generation can come to awaken the spiritual thoughts of the ascension senior and inquire about some situations in the upper realm.
However, the cost is very high.
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling also looked solemn.
The divine thought left by the ascension ancestor... This is the divine thought of an immortal in the true sense!
Fuqian Continue to move forward, a new scroll appears on the bank of the bloody path.
The painting is a scene under the dark night, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains seem to have fallen into a deep sleep, with quiet forests and unscathed birds and beasts.
A graceful figure stood in the sky, and its face was completely hidden in the shadows. It was invisible, with only a pair of eyes shining brightly, as bright as a demon.
The slender and white tender horns stretched out from the mandala cloak with green branches, spread their five fingers to the sky, and above the palm of the palm, a cluster of light green flames floated.
The flame was only as big as a bean. Compared with the mountains, it was extremely slim, but it had the momentum of burning the sky and destroying the earth, as if the entire world in front of it was just a burning fire.
After only a moment of judging the flames, Pei Ling felt a sense of heat flying around her, as if she was in a sea of fire.
Fuqiong said: This is ‘hanging rose’.
It's a loser in ascension.
But after all, it is Mahayana, and the divine thoughts left by it still have a little spirituality.
I have understood her heritage.
After saying that, he continued to walk forward.
Another portrait appeared in the sight of the two, Fuqiong kept walking and introduced: This is also a loser who ascended to the sky.
The inheritance has been understood by the younger generation.
Unfortunately, the juniors lacked some qualifications and opportunities, and failed to enter the tribulation and fell in the Hedao period.
The robe and clothes flashed through the bloody path, and Fuqiong's voice sounded from time to time: This person is also the ascenator.
Like "Fu Sheng", both have succeeded.
The inheritance of its spiritual thoughts has never been understood by the younger generation.
We still need to wait for the next amazing genius to come.
This person is the ascension follower, and he fell into the chess game of floating life.
His inheritance was inherited by several people.
But most of them have fallen, with only two remaining people, who are the Supreme Elders of the Sect.
This one is...
With the subtle sound of footsteps, I walked for a moment, and the blood color under Fuqiong's feet no longer spread. In front of me was an empty void, as vast as outside the domain.
Pei Ling noticed that the vast sea of soul lamps below had quietly disappeared at some point.
Instead, there is a dark water as calm as a mirror.
This water area is very vast, like a sea of abyss, without a trace of ripples.
If it weren't for perception, I almost suspected that it was a whole piece of ink-colored glass.
In the void above the black water, an extremely huge portrait floated.
This portrait is much larger than all the portraits I have seen before, and seems to be as strong as the sky and the earth.
The painting is full of colorful and crystal clear, with thousands of brilliance shining everywhere, just like a big sun in the sky, reflecting the dark and ink-colored waters below.
Spirit Stone!
The best spirit stone!
Uncountable top-quality spirit stones!
Looking around, the entire scroll is full of top-quality spirit stones with spiritual energy and no impurities, stacked into many mountains, thousands of layers, winding away, and even such huge pictures seem to be unable to fully accommodate them.
On the top of the towering spiritual stone mountain, a grand figure in a man in a maroon stands.
Unlike all the previous portraits, even though the face of the ancestors in the inner portraits was obscured and could not be seen clearly, they all faced outward and looked at the person coming.
But this figure could only see a blurred back.
Standing with your hands behind your back, as if you will float away in the next moment.
Its breath is pure, as if it is integrated with many spirit stones, as if it is a huge top-grade spirit stone vein.
Fuqiong stood at the end of the blood-colored path, looked up at the figure in Ma-clothed, and said with a solemn expression: This is the founder of the Holy Sect.
The ancestor of “Chongming”.
In the late years of ancient times, foreign races were rampant in chaotic times, and ghosts were rampant, and "weird" emerged one after another. Our human race was as humble as grass, and the ethnic group's energy was shaking.
The ancestor stood up, destroyed all races, killed the divine trees, suppressed the nine netherworlds, and enthroned the fallen immortals...
The ancestor of "Chongming" is one of the nine immortals in this world!
Speaking of this, Fuqiong's thoughts moved and immediately took out a blank scroll and handed it to Pei Ling. After passing the tribulation, you will also leave your divine thoughts and inheritance in the scroll.
At that time, this scroll will remain in this inheritance hall, just like the ancestors of my Holy Sect, regardless of life or death, and will continue to protect the sect and strengthen the inheritance.
Share with the sect forever!
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling immediately came to his senses and immediately said respectfully: Disciple, obey the order!
He bowed respectfully first, then bent over and caught the scroll with both hands...
In the gray-black void, there were meteorites, and storm vortexes were born from far and near. It was like a turbulent undercurrent, an old man in a robe with a black gold pattern was floating in his sleeves and stood proudly.
His white hair was dispersed, flying wildly with the storm in the void, his snow eyebrows flew into his temples, and his eyes were covered in blood, as if containing a sea of blood.
The big hand held a scepter that was squattch high. The scepter was white all over, as if it was made of the leg bones of a certain alien race. At the top were inlaid with nearly a hundred skulls of all sizes. In each skull, there was a faint ghost fire igniting, illuminating the void.
The old man had one sleeveless tube. Although he had one arm, his aura was magnificent, like thousands of mountain palaces, pressing down with a bang.
Pei Ling just glanced at her eyes and felt a strong sense of crisis, which came to her face!
Fuqiong stood in front of the scroll, looked at the old man and said in a deep voice: This is "Hengxie".
Mahayana stage cultivation.
Sixty-four kalpas.
Sixty-four catastrophes!?
Pei Ling was shocked. Master Yao Qingying told him that the existence of the sixty-four tribulations in the entire Panya world will not exceed the number of five fingers!
Master Yao Qingying is one of them.
He didn't know the rest!
Now this ancestor Hengxie is one of them?
But then, he heard Fuqiong continue to say: "Hengxie" was the lead in the immortal road last time, and fell in the Fusheng chess game.
The Immortal Road Initiator, 64 Calamities, Falling in the Fusheng Chess Game?
Pei Ling was extremely surprised, but saw that Fuqiong had no intention of staying, so he continued to move forward and he immediately followed.
Not long after, another scroll appeared in front of him.
The black and dark in the painting is like mist in the sky, but there is no one.
Fuqiong said lightly: This painting is my seat.
After speaking, he didn't say much and moved forward again.
Step, step, step...
Pei Ling followed closely behind.
Soon, a scroll emerged from the void. It was a forest of steles located at the foot of the mountain. The dense tombstones were scattered, with different heights and different styles. Some were extremely luxurious and inlaid with gold and treasures; some were extremely simple, just half a tree trunk; some were weird and bizarre, but were made of bone breeding...
Pei Ling's eyes turned to the mountain behind the stele forest, and then he realized that it was not a mountain, but a huge tombstone!
Its color is as black as ink, as if it is pure and unmixed. Only by carefully distinguishing it can you see that the huge monument is engraved with dense runes, wandering rapidly like a living thing.
At the top of the giant monument, an old man with brocade robe stood, with his hands behind his back, and his robe shivered.
His face was wrinkled, and the corners of his drooping mouth were like the trajectory of a sharp blade when it was swept through the air, revealing a sharp and ruthless meaning.
Wearing a red gold crown on his head and a flawless jade on his waist. Even in the painting, the jade pendant looks enchanting and bright. Although the outfit is luxurious, it does not look vulgar. Instead, it has a kind of unspeakable elegance that seems to be pampered since childhood.
His eyes were cold and sharp, like a blade, looking straight out of the scroll. The solemn and cold breath was like a surging flood, almost about to break through the scroll and roar out.
Fuqian said calmly: This "Fu Sheng" is also Mahayana.
He was the ascenator of the last immortal road.
What is in the picture now is the divine thoughts and inheritance left behind before he ascended.
The inheritance of the ascenator will be more precious and powerful than the inheritance of ordinary ancestors.
Ordinary juniors cannot get their recognition.
If you had ascended the sect leader, you would have been recognized by the ascension inheritance...
In addition, every time the immortal road is opened, the younger generation can come to awaken the spiritual thoughts of the ascension senior and inquire about some situations in the upper realm.
However, the cost is very high.
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling also looked solemn.
The divine thought left by the ascension ancestor... This is the divine thought of an immortal in the true sense!
Fuqian Continue to move forward, a new scroll appears on the bank of the bloody path.
The painting is a scene under the dark night, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains seem to have fallen into a deep sleep, with quiet forests and unscathed birds and beasts.
A graceful figure stood in the sky, and its face was completely hidden in the shadows. It was invisible, with only a pair of eyes shining brightly, as bright as a demon.
The slender and white tender horns stretched out from the mandala cloak with green branches, spread their five fingers to the sky, and above the palm of the palm, a cluster of light green flames floated.
The flame was only as big as a bean. Compared with the mountains, it was extremely slim, but it had the momentum of burning the sky and destroying the earth, as if the entire world in front of it was just a burning fire.
After only a moment of judging the flames, Pei Ling felt a sense of heat flying around her, as if she was in a sea of fire.
Fuqiong said: This is ‘hanging rose’.
It's a loser in ascension.
But after all, it is Mahayana, and the divine thoughts left by it still have a little spirituality.
I have understood her heritage.
After saying that, he continued to walk forward.
Another portrait appeared in the sight of the two, Fuqiong kept walking and introduced: This is also a loser who ascended to the sky.
The inheritance has been understood by the younger generation.
Unfortunately, the juniors lacked some qualifications and opportunities, and failed to enter the tribulation and fell in the Hedao period.
The robe and clothes flashed through the bloody path, and Fuqiong's voice sounded from time to time: This person is also the ascenator.
Like "Fu Sheng", both have succeeded.
The inheritance of its spiritual thoughts has never been understood by the younger generation.
We still need to wait for the next amazing genius to come.
This person is the ascension follower, and he fell into the chess game of floating life.
His inheritance was inherited by several people.
But most of them have fallen, with only two remaining people, who are the Supreme Elders of the Sect.
This one is...
With the subtle sound of footsteps, I walked for a moment, and the blood color under Fuqiong's feet no longer spread. In front of me was an empty void, as vast as outside the domain.
Pei Ling noticed that the vast sea of soul lamps below had quietly disappeared at some point.
Instead, there is a dark water as calm as a mirror.
This water area is very vast, like a sea of abyss, without a trace of ripples.
If it weren't for perception, I almost suspected that it was a whole piece of ink-colored glass.
In the void above the black water, an extremely huge portrait floated.
This portrait is much larger than all the portraits I have seen before, and seems to be as strong as the sky and the earth.
The painting is full of colorful and crystal clear, with thousands of brilliance shining everywhere, just like a big sun in the sky, reflecting the dark and ink-colored waters below.
Spirit Stone!
The best spirit stone!
Uncountable top-quality spirit stones!
Looking around, the entire scroll is full of top-quality spirit stones with spiritual energy and no impurities, stacked into many mountains, thousands of layers, winding away, and even such huge pictures seem to be unable to fully accommodate them.
On the top of the towering spiritual stone mountain, a grand figure in a man in a maroon stands.
Unlike all the previous portraits, even though the face of the ancestors in the inner portraits was obscured and could not be seen clearly, they all faced outward and looked at the person coming.
But this figure could only see a blurred back.
Standing with your hands behind your back, as if you will float away in the next moment.
Its breath is pure, as if it is integrated with many spirit stones, as if it is a huge top-grade spirit stone vein.
Fuqiong stood at the end of the blood-colored path, looked up at the figure in Ma-clothed, and said with a solemn expression: This is the founder of the Holy Sect.
The ancestor of “Chongming”.
In the late years of ancient times, foreign races were rampant in chaotic times, and ghosts were rampant, and "weird" emerged one after another. Our human race was as humble as grass, and the ethnic group's energy was shaking.
The ancestor stood up, destroyed all races, killed the divine trees, suppressed the nine netherworlds, and enthroned the fallen immortals...
The ancestor of "Chongming" is one of the nine immortals in this world!
Speaking of this, Fuqiong's thoughts moved and immediately took out a blank scroll and handed it to Pei Ling. After passing the tribulation, you will also leave your divine thoughts and inheritance in the scroll.
At that time, this scroll will remain in this inheritance hall, just like the ancestors of my Holy Sect, regardless of life or death, and will continue to protect the sect and strengthen the inheritance.
Share with the sect forever!
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling immediately came to his senses and immediately said respectfully: Disciple, obey the order!
He bowed respectfully first, then bent over and caught the scroll with both hands...
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