Soon, the two entered the Palace of Inheritance.
Thousands of soul lamps are filled with sinking and floating, like a flowing river of lamps. Among the dotted lamps, those lamps that are like the sun flowing in the sky are particularly spectacular.
In the void above the soul lamp, Fuqiong, who was wearing a simple robe, sat in the air. He noticed Pei Ling coming and slowly opened his eyes.
Next, Pei Ling bowed his head and bowed: Meet the ancestor "Fuqiong"!
When he saw the ceremony, Yinnu bowed silently and quietly retreated.
Fuqiong looked at Pei Ling and nodded slightly.
A blood-colored ladder appeared in the entire inheritance hall in an instant. From Fuqiong, he quickly crossed the thousands of soul lamps and appeared in front of Pei Ling's foot.
This blood-colored ladder seems to be purely condensed from blood, but it is as transparent and ethereal as an illusion, as if it has no substance.
Each step was engraved with dense demons, and the pair of resentful eyes condensed with substantial malice, surging with raging, black smoke swelled up and spread throughout the hall, as if thousands of soul lamps were covered with a layer of distinct shade.
Fuqiong The ancestor stood up and said, Come up.
Pei Ling immediately replied: Yes!
He stepped onto the bloody ladder, and as soon as he walked up, he suddenly felt a series of indescribable changes happening around him.
It seemed as if he had left the Palace of Inheritance in an instant, but when he looked around, the soul lamp was still floating like the sea, and there was nothing unusual about the scene in front of him.
As if he noticed his doubts, on the ladder, Master Fuqiong stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly: This is the path to the secret place of the sect.
All the Holy Sects will enter the secret place to meditation after passing the tribulation.
Although you are still in line with the Tao, you are already close to you and are qualified to come.
Pei Ling bowed and said: Obey the order!
He strode behind the ancestor Fuqiong and followed the other party's pace toward the depths of the inheritance hall.
The void was empty, but Fuqiong took a step at this moment, the blood-colored ladder that seemed real and illusory appeared just right.
After walking for a while, a huge picture gradually appeared in front of me.
This scroll has an ancient color, as if it has been a very long time, with an endless sea of blood painted inside. At the center of the sea of blood, on the rising throne, sitting upright, a figure as blurred as a wet ink painting.
Pei Ling immediately recognized that the person in the painting was the ancestor of Mingxu who presided over justice for him!
Fuqiong stood in front of the scroll and said in a plain voice: This is ‘Minister Blood’.
Four thousand years ago, he broke through to the tribulation and was ranked as the founder of the sect.
Now, there are still several Taoist disasters left before the Mahayana.
But without a hundred years, the next Taoist disaster will not be able to take over.
He can't participate in this chess game of Fusheng.
Pei Ling listened carefully. The worldly flavor of Jiuyi Mountain was only the last Taoist disaster.
But last time the other party was in Wushi Villa, it had already led to the last Taoist disaster. I don’t know whether the other party succeeded or failed.
However, according to the words of the ancestor Fuqiong, it can be speculated that Shiwei's cultivation should be much higher than the Nether Blood...
Without staying too much in front of the portrait of Mingxue, Fuqiong took a step forward and continued to walk forward.
Soon, another scroll appeared. The scroll depicted many corpse puppets, strange and terrifying. It was surrounded by a middle-aged man in brocade clothes and golden clothes, and his face seemed to be covered by mist, which was indistinguishable. His temperament was quite unrestrained, and he held a cup of wine in his hand, as if he was drinking happily.
Fuqiong, the ancestor stood firm and calmly introduced: This is ‘expert’.
The tribulation that happened four thousand and seven hundred years ago.
It fell in the 23rd Taoist disaster.
What is sealed in the scroll at present is its spiritual thoughts and heritage.
Every time the outer gate competition, the Holy Son or Saint Maid’s Hall, the Sect Master’s Ascension Ceremony, and similar occasions, the phantom of his divine thoughts will occasionally wake up.
This remaining divine thought has no consciousness and can only do fixed things according to his will during his lifetime.
A fallen tribulation?
Pei Ling was slightly stunned. Seeing that Fuqiong's ancestor continued to move forward, he hurriedly followed.
Not long after, the third portrait appeared in front of it. This painting was colorful and colorful, with flowers clusters. It looked like a wealthy and full of gold and jade. However, if you look carefully, you will find that all the Yaohua Qicao vaguely presents the outline of a resentful face, full of gloom and resentment.
Among the flowers, a feminine male cultivator sat on the ground. He held the flower branches in his hand and lowered his head slightly. He could only see half of his extremely pale face.
Fuqiong said: This is ‘Liesheng’.
He fell in the 37th Taoist disaster.
Like "Father", this scroll contains his divine thoughts and inheritance.
Every time a major event in the sect alarms the Inheritance Hall, there is an opportunity to wake up.
After speaking, he continued to walk forward.
Pei Ling followed closely behind.
The misty blood stairs continue to extend, as if endless, and scrolls hang on the void, lined up in line on their paths.
Fuqiong, while walking, he introduced Pei Ling.
There are hundreds of scrolls in this place, but most of the ancestors in the paintings have fallen, with only spiritual thoughts and inheritance.
After walking to a certain scroll, Master Fuqiong said: This is ‘star hatred’.
It is only the last Taoist disaster to be separated from Mahayana.
Her Taoist tribulation can be descended at any time.
Now in the sleeping painting, it is the method of the Holy Sect to postpone the Dao Calamity.
After you complete the last challenge, I will wake her up.
At that time, she will go to the outer void to survive this last Taoist disaster.
If it does not fall, he will also participate in this chess game of Fusheng.
Pei Ling looked into the painting and saw that the white bones were stacked like a mountain. On the top of the mountain, a masked female cultivator stood with her hands behind her back.
Its long hair drooped like a waterfall. Behind it, the tulle face scarf lightly covers the jade face, revealing only a pair of cold and sharp eyes, as bright as fire, sharp as blades, the gauze hazy face, with only a little red lips, as bright as blood.
He nodded slightly. This Xinghen ancestor seemed to be on the same level as the worldly taste of Jiuyi Mountain...
Fuqiong continued to move forward, and the next few portraits were some lying among the sea of corpses and blood, some lived in mass graves, some were floating on the sea of souls, and some were surrounded by countless infant ghosts...
Some of these ancestors have fallen, while others have been seriously injured in the Taoist calamity and are almost dying. They require extremely long cultivation. They have no hope of Mahayana in a short period of time and are not able to get this opportunity to achieve the immortal path.
Step, step, step...
Fuqiong walked to another portrait. The painting was a boy who looked like six or seven years old, with a red coat and golden lock, dressed happily, but there were two identical faces in the void on both sides of his head, but with a crying and smiling face closely following each other, which looked very strange.
Fuqiong stood up and introduced: This is ‘Yangxian’.
Like "Star Hate", he still had the last Taoist disaster.
Moreover, the Daojie can be descended at any time.
If you successfully overcome the tribulation, you will also participate in this chess game of Fusheng.
Next, Fuqiong introduced several living tribulations, including men and women, with different appearances and very different temperaments. The only thing that is the same is that they all have the last tribulation.
A moment later, a scroll that was larger than all the previous scrolls and faintly emitted a heart-pounding wave of power appeared in front of the two.
Thousands of soul lamps are filled with sinking and floating, like a flowing river of lamps. Among the dotted lamps, those lamps that are like the sun flowing in the sky are particularly spectacular.
In the void above the soul lamp, Fuqiong, who was wearing a simple robe, sat in the air. He noticed Pei Ling coming and slowly opened his eyes.
Next, Pei Ling bowed his head and bowed: Meet the ancestor "Fuqiong"!
When he saw the ceremony, Yinnu bowed silently and quietly retreated.
Fuqiong looked at Pei Ling and nodded slightly.
A blood-colored ladder appeared in the entire inheritance hall in an instant. From Fuqiong, he quickly crossed the thousands of soul lamps and appeared in front of Pei Ling's foot.
This blood-colored ladder seems to be purely condensed from blood, but it is as transparent and ethereal as an illusion, as if it has no substance.
Each step was engraved with dense demons, and the pair of resentful eyes condensed with substantial malice, surging with raging, black smoke swelled up and spread throughout the hall, as if thousands of soul lamps were covered with a layer of distinct shade.
Fuqiong The ancestor stood up and said, Come up.
Pei Ling immediately replied: Yes!
He stepped onto the bloody ladder, and as soon as he walked up, he suddenly felt a series of indescribable changes happening around him.
It seemed as if he had left the Palace of Inheritance in an instant, but when he looked around, the soul lamp was still floating like the sea, and there was nothing unusual about the scene in front of him.
As if he noticed his doubts, on the ladder, Master Fuqiong stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly: This is the path to the secret place of the sect.
All the Holy Sects will enter the secret place to meditation after passing the tribulation.
Although you are still in line with the Tao, you are already close to you and are qualified to come.
Pei Ling bowed and said: Obey the order!
He strode behind the ancestor Fuqiong and followed the other party's pace toward the depths of the inheritance hall.
The void was empty, but Fuqiong took a step at this moment, the blood-colored ladder that seemed real and illusory appeared just right.
After walking for a while, a huge picture gradually appeared in front of me.
This scroll has an ancient color, as if it has been a very long time, with an endless sea of blood painted inside. At the center of the sea of blood, on the rising throne, sitting upright, a figure as blurred as a wet ink painting.
Pei Ling immediately recognized that the person in the painting was the ancestor of Mingxu who presided over justice for him!
Fuqiong stood in front of the scroll and said in a plain voice: This is ‘Minister Blood’.
Four thousand years ago, he broke through to the tribulation and was ranked as the founder of the sect.
Now, there are still several Taoist disasters left before the Mahayana.
But without a hundred years, the next Taoist disaster will not be able to take over.
He can't participate in this chess game of Fusheng.
Pei Ling listened carefully. The worldly flavor of Jiuyi Mountain was only the last Taoist disaster.
But last time the other party was in Wushi Villa, it had already led to the last Taoist disaster. I don’t know whether the other party succeeded or failed.
However, according to the words of the ancestor Fuqiong, it can be speculated that Shiwei's cultivation should be much higher than the Nether Blood...
Without staying too much in front of the portrait of Mingxue, Fuqiong took a step forward and continued to walk forward.
Soon, another scroll appeared. The scroll depicted many corpse puppets, strange and terrifying. It was surrounded by a middle-aged man in brocade clothes and golden clothes, and his face seemed to be covered by mist, which was indistinguishable. His temperament was quite unrestrained, and he held a cup of wine in his hand, as if he was drinking happily.
Fuqiong, the ancestor stood firm and calmly introduced: This is ‘expert’.
The tribulation that happened four thousand and seven hundred years ago.
It fell in the 23rd Taoist disaster.
What is sealed in the scroll at present is its spiritual thoughts and heritage.
Every time the outer gate competition, the Holy Son or Saint Maid’s Hall, the Sect Master’s Ascension Ceremony, and similar occasions, the phantom of his divine thoughts will occasionally wake up.
This remaining divine thought has no consciousness and can only do fixed things according to his will during his lifetime.
A fallen tribulation?
Pei Ling was slightly stunned. Seeing that Fuqiong's ancestor continued to move forward, he hurriedly followed.
Not long after, the third portrait appeared in front of it. This painting was colorful and colorful, with flowers clusters. It looked like a wealthy and full of gold and jade. However, if you look carefully, you will find that all the Yaohua Qicao vaguely presents the outline of a resentful face, full of gloom and resentment.
Among the flowers, a feminine male cultivator sat on the ground. He held the flower branches in his hand and lowered his head slightly. He could only see half of his extremely pale face.
Fuqiong said: This is ‘Liesheng’.
He fell in the 37th Taoist disaster.
Like "Father", this scroll contains his divine thoughts and inheritance.
Every time a major event in the sect alarms the Inheritance Hall, there is an opportunity to wake up.
After speaking, he continued to walk forward.
Pei Ling followed closely behind.
The misty blood stairs continue to extend, as if endless, and scrolls hang on the void, lined up in line on their paths.
Fuqiong, while walking, he introduced Pei Ling.
There are hundreds of scrolls in this place, but most of the ancestors in the paintings have fallen, with only spiritual thoughts and inheritance.
After walking to a certain scroll, Master Fuqiong said: This is ‘star hatred’.
It is only the last Taoist disaster to be separated from Mahayana.
Her Taoist tribulation can be descended at any time.
Now in the sleeping painting, it is the method of the Holy Sect to postpone the Dao Calamity.
After you complete the last challenge, I will wake her up.
At that time, she will go to the outer void to survive this last Taoist disaster.
If it does not fall, he will also participate in this chess game of Fusheng.
Pei Ling looked into the painting and saw that the white bones were stacked like a mountain. On the top of the mountain, a masked female cultivator stood with her hands behind her back.
Its long hair drooped like a waterfall. Behind it, the tulle face scarf lightly covers the jade face, revealing only a pair of cold and sharp eyes, as bright as fire, sharp as blades, the gauze hazy face, with only a little red lips, as bright as blood.
He nodded slightly. This Xinghen ancestor seemed to be on the same level as the worldly taste of Jiuyi Mountain...
Fuqiong continued to move forward, and the next few portraits were some lying among the sea of corpses and blood, some lived in mass graves, some were floating on the sea of souls, and some were surrounded by countless infant ghosts...
Some of these ancestors have fallen, while others have been seriously injured in the Taoist calamity and are almost dying. They require extremely long cultivation. They have no hope of Mahayana in a short period of time and are not able to get this opportunity to achieve the immortal path.
Step, step, step...
Fuqiong walked to another portrait. The painting was a boy who looked like six or seven years old, with a red coat and golden lock, dressed happily, but there were two identical faces in the void on both sides of his head, but with a crying and smiling face closely following each other, which looked very strange.
Fuqiong stood up and introduced: This is ‘Yangxian’.
Like "Star Hate", he still had the last Taoist disaster.
Moreover, the Daojie can be descended at any time.
If you successfully overcome the tribulation, you will also participate in this chess game of Fusheng.
Next, Fuqiong introduced several living tribulations, including men and women, with different appearances and very different temperaments. The only thing that is the same is that they all have the last tribulation.
A moment later, a scroll that was larger than all the previous scrolls and faintly emitted a heart-pounding wave of power appeared in front of the two.
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