Along the way, portraits were floating in the void. The people inside, including men and women, old and young, all had a cold breath, their eyes were as sharp as swords. Beside them, they were either corpses, sea of blood, or residual arms, and various ghosts were hidden in them.
All the portraits are silently dark in the void.
Suddenly, Pei Ling stopped.
Here we are about to leave the secret place of the sect.
In the distance, the soul lamp gathers like a vast ocean, surging and powerful.
In front of him was the portrait of the ancestor of the Nether Blood.
Pei Ling looked at the ancestor of Mingxue, walked to the side of the portrait, took out a quaint painting, and let go of his hand.
The scroll immediately floated up and spontaneously flew to the shore of the portrait of the ancestor of Nether Blood, slowly unfolding, revealing Pei Ling's portrait, like the portrait of Nether Blood, hanging in the void.
This scroll originally seemed extremely ordinary, and it was the same size as the portrait of the ancestor of the Nether Blood, but it just hung up and became extremely huge in an instant!
The scroll suddenly surged, and its size exceeded the scroll of the Mingxue Patriarch in a blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, it exceeded the scroll of the Patriarch Fuqiong, and then the Patriarch Hengxie Patriarch Fushou...
Soon, this scroll almost occupied the entire void at the entrance of the secret place, and was as different as the painting of the founding ancestor Chongming!
At the same time, many portraits on its side floated towards the depths of the secret place. In a blink of an eye, the entrance to the secret place was in the dark void. Only this portrait was hanging high, and nothing else was left.
Pei Ling was slightly surprised and immediately smiled. It seemed that his inheritance was as precious as the inheritance of the founder Chongming!
However, the sword laws in this inheritance cannot be understood by anyone before he becomes an immortal...
Thinking of this, Pei Ling thought about it. The originally restrained expression in his painting suddenly became extremely evil, cold, strange, and chaotic... The misty clouds around him also exuded a magnificent sense of chaos, distortion, and madness...
This is his chaotic aura!
Only after he successfully ascended, the portrait in the painting will unravel the chaos state.
But before this, any creature who wants to spy on his inheritance has to face him in a chaotic state...
After arranging this inheritance that will be shared with the sect forever, Pei Ling no longer hesitated and immediately left the Palace of Inheritance.
As soon as he left, among the five scrolls deep in the Palace of Inheritance, five powerful and vast figures walked out one after another.
The leader was Fuqiong. Behind him, he was followed by a slim and cold star hatred. Behind him was a child wearing a red coat with flowers and cloud patterns in all seasons. The child was cute. Around the neck, there was a circle of red gold carved tangerines and cranes. Under the golden red bloomers, there was a pair of lifelike tiger-head shoes, dressed like the son of an ordinary rich family, festive and wealthy.
However, their faces have a face that is exactly the same and has different expressions, like a shadow following, crying and laughing, which is extremely strange.
This is the baby.
After that, a middle-aged man with a pale face and a dead look, and there were thousands of snakes walking around in his eyes. His arms were placed in his sleeves, and he was wearing a tooth-colored robe decorated with light gray patterns. His texture looked gentle and smooth, but it was purely sewn with monk's skin. Looking closely, the gray patterns that appeared faintly were all roaring souls, but they were roaring.
The last figure, with a light robe and a slow belt, and a bright eyebrows and eyes. At a glance, it seemed like a noble young man from a high school. He was elegant in character and handsome in appearance, but when he was focused, he felt that his face was ever-changing, sometimes handsome, sometimes elegant, sometimes charming and handsome, sometimes evil and powerful...
The faces were transformed into thousands of square meters, but they could not recognize which one was his real face.
This person is also the terrifying ancestor of Chongming Sect who has successfully overcome the tribulation and entered the Mahayana.
Before the five ancestors spoke, they walked to the painting left by Pei Ling.
In the painting, there were sad winds and rains, clouds, and heavy mists lingering in the mist, surrounded by a figure holding a sword in the mysterious shirt.
The figure just glanced at it and felt the boundless evil and came to his face!
The terrifying and cold air was like the terrifying waves of the sea of anger, sweeping across the darkness, almost immediately overwhelming them all!
Seeing that Pei Ling's portrait was extremely huge, far beyond the ancestors, even Hengxie of the sixty-four kalpas could not match, and was as good as the portrait left by the ancestor Chongming, the five ancestors were shocked!
Fuqiong's eyes became deeper and deeper, and he said in a deep voice: It's passed down from generation to generation!
The other four nodded immediately.
After a moment of silence, Xinghen spoke: The golden coffin was buried in the world, and it has been taught to Pei Ling.
Now, it already has the "scalm state" and the "chaotic state".
On this scroll, there is the breath of his "chaotic state".
When they heard about the state of impure and chaos, Fuqiong and the four of them were shocked, but they soon returned to normal.
Fuqiong immediately said: Since that's the case, I will come to observe Pei Ling's inheritance later.
Now, there is still some serious matter.
When the other four people heard this, they all nodded.
Ying Yan said, "The strength of the immortal road leads is no longer a problem."
The most important thing next is our own strength!
The robe is gorgeous and well-dressed, and the words are erratic, as clear and moist, as lush, as hoarse… Every sound is pleasant and pleasant, but when it is mixed, it gives people a sense of horror: Senior "Heng Xie" failed back then because he was too anxious.
If he waited for thousands of years, with the strength of the Mahayana of 64 kalpas, he might not be able to get what he wanted.
Liao Hui's face was expressionless, his pale lips as pale as paper twitched slightly, and his voice was cold: Even though the Immortal Road Initiator was so powerful, he had not yet had Mahayana when he fought with the Demon Emperor.
But the Demon Emperor could not do anything to him.
It can be seen that the tree search has now become extremely weak.
But now, we have mastered the magic of immortality.
The black hair moved slightly, Xinghen nodded and said: If this time is successful, we... will all take charge of the "original origin"!
Fuqiong nodded slightly. Pei Ling entered Qingyao Mountain last time because of cause and effect, and he did not intervene too much.
Later, this junior retreated unscathed. Even though he was the leader of the immortal road, he defeated the heads of nine sects in a row and got the curse. In the remains of Yousu Tomb, his luck is prosperous. Today is the era of the human race. The demon race is in a corner, which is already a blessing to invite heaven. In the dark, the gap in energy numbers also proves the weakness of the ancient immortal Xunmu!
However, at present, neither he nor the other four people meant to call Pei Ling at all.
Their cause and effect with this immortal road lead should be used in the real chess game, rather than dealing with a demon emperor with a weak life span!
Thinking of this, Fuqiong immediately said: Let’s go!Qingyao Mountain!
All the portraits are silently dark in the void.
Suddenly, Pei Ling stopped.
Here we are about to leave the secret place of the sect.
In the distance, the soul lamp gathers like a vast ocean, surging and powerful.
In front of him was the portrait of the ancestor of the Nether Blood.
Pei Ling looked at the ancestor of Mingxue, walked to the side of the portrait, took out a quaint painting, and let go of his hand.
The scroll immediately floated up and spontaneously flew to the shore of the portrait of the ancestor of Nether Blood, slowly unfolding, revealing Pei Ling's portrait, like the portrait of Nether Blood, hanging in the void.
This scroll originally seemed extremely ordinary, and it was the same size as the portrait of the ancestor of the Nether Blood, but it just hung up and became extremely huge in an instant!
The scroll suddenly surged, and its size exceeded the scroll of the Mingxue Patriarch in a blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, it exceeded the scroll of the Patriarch Fuqiong, and then the Patriarch Hengxie Patriarch Fushou...
Soon, this scroll almost occupied the entire void at the entrance of the secret place, and was as different as the painting of the founding ancestor Chongming!
At the same time, many portraits on its side floated towards the depths of the secret place. In a blink of an eye, the entrance to the secret place was in the dark void. Only this portrait was hanging high, and nothing else was left.
Pei Ling was slightly surprised and immediately smiled. It seemed that his inheritance was as precious as the inheritance of the founder Chongming!
However, the sword laws in this inheritance cannot be understood by anyone before he becomes an immortal...
Thinking of this, Pei Ling thought about it. The originally restrained expression in his painting suddenly became extremely evil, cold, strange, and chaotic... The misty clouds around him also exuded a magnificent sense of chaos, distortion, and madness...
This is his chaotic aura!
Only after he successfully ascended, the portrait in the painting will unravel the chaos state.
But before this, any creature who wants to spy on his inheritance has to face him in a chaotic state...
After arranging this inheritance that will be shared with the sect forever, Pei Ling no longer hesitated and immediately left the Palace of Inheritance.
As soon as he left, among the five scrolls deep in the Palace of Inheritance, five powerful and vast figures walked out one after another.
The leader was Fuqiong. Behind him, he was followed by a slim and cold star hatred. Behind him was a child wearing a red coat with flowers and cloud patterns in all seasons. The child was cute. Around the neck, there was a circle of red gold carved tangerines and cranes. Under the golden red bloomers, there was a pair of lifelike tiger-head shoes, dressed like the son of an ordinary rich family, festive and wealthy.
However, their faces have a face that is exactly the same and has different expressions, like a shadow following, crying and laughing, which is extremely strange.
This is the baby.
After that, a middle-aged man with a pale face and a dead look, and there were thousands of snakes walking around in his eyes. His arms were placed in his sleeves, and he was wearing a tooth-colored robe decorated with light gray patterns. His texture looked gentle and smooth, but it was purely sewn with monk's skin. Looking closely, the gray patterns that appeared faintly were all roaring souls, but they were roaring.
The last figure, with a light robe and a slow belt, and a bright eyebrows and eyes. At a glance, it seemed like a noble young man from a high school. He was elegant in character and handsome in appearance, but when he was focused, he felt that his face was ever-changing, sometimes handsome, sometimes elegant, sometimes charming and handsome, sometimes evil and powerful...
The faces were transformed into thousands of square meters, but they could not recognize which one was his real face.
This person is also the terrifying ancestor of Chongming Sect who has successfully overcome the tribulation and entered the Mahayana.
Before the five ancestors spoke, they walked to the painting left by Pei Ling.
In the painting, there were sad winds and rains, clouds, and heavy mists lingering in the mist, surrounded by a figure holding a sword in the mysterious shirt.
The figure just glanced at it and felt the boundless evil and came to his face!
The terrifying and cold air was like the terrifying waves of the sea of anger, sweeping across the darkness, almost immediately overwhelming them all!
Seeing that Pei Ling's portrait was extremely huge, far beyond the ancestors, even Hengxie of the sixty-four kalpas could not match, and was as good as the portrait left by the ancestor Chongming, the five ancestors were shocked!
Fuqiong's eyes became deeper and deeper, and he said in a deep voice: It's passed down from generation to generation!
The other four nodded immediately.
After a moment of silence, Xinghen spoke: The golden coffin was buried in the world, and it has been taught to Pei Ling.
Now, it already has the "scalm state" and the "chaotic state".
On this scroll, there is the breath of his "chaotic state".
When they heard about the state of impure and chaos, Fuqiong and the four of them were shocked, but they soon returned to normal.
Fuqiong immediately said: Since that's the case, I will come to observe Pei Ling's inheritance later.
Now, there is still some serious matter.
When the other four people heard this, they all nodded.
Ying Yan said, "The strength of the immortal road leads is no longer a problem."
The most important thing next is our own strength!
The robe is gorgeous and well-dressed, and the words are erratic, as clear and moist, as lush, as hoarse… Every sound is pleasant and pleasant, but when it is mixed, it gives people a sense of horror: Senior "Heng Xie" failed back then because he was too anxious.
If he waited for thousands of years, with the strength of the Mahayana of 64 kalpas, he might not be able to get what he wanted.
Liao Hui's face was expressionless, his pale lips as pale as paper twitched slightly, and his voice was cold: Even though the Immortal Road Initiator was so powerful, he had not yet had Mahayana when he fought with the Demon Emperor.
But the Demon Emperor could not do anything to him.
It can be seen that the tree search has now become extremely weak.
But now, we have mastered the magic of immortality.
The black hair moved slightly, Xinghen nodded and said: If this time is successful, we... will all take charge of the "original origin"!
Fuqiong nodded slightly. Pei Ling entered Qingyao Mountain last time because of cause and effect, and he did not intervene too much.
Later, this junior retreated unscathed. Even though he was the leader of the immortal road, he defeated the heads of nine sects in a row and got the curse. In the remains of Yousu Tomb, his luck is prosperous. Today is the era of the human race. The demon race is in a corner, which is already a blessing to invite heaven. In the dark, the gap in energy numbers also proves the weakness of the ancient immortal Xunmu!
However, at present, neither he nor the other four people meant to call Pei Ling at all.
Their cause and effect with this immortal road lead should be used in the real chess game, rather than dealing with a demon emperor with a weak life span!
Thinking of this, Fuqiong immediately said: Let’s go!Qingyao Mountain!
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