Each footprint is engraved with countless demon heads, eyes full of hatred, condensed into evil entities, rolling in the hall, wisps of black smoke rising up, filling the hall, as if all the The soul was shrouded in haze.
"Come up." Patriarch "Fuqiong" stood up.
"Yes!" Zhan Wuji responded immediately.
He stepped on the blood-red steps and immediately felt an inexplicable change happening around him.
He felt as if he had been teleported to the inheritance hall instantly, but looking around, the soul lamp was still suspended in mid-air, nothing strange.
As if seeing his confusion, the ancestor "Fuqiong" put his hands behind his back, stood on the steps, and said softly: "This is the secret road to our sect."
"Every ancestor of the Holy Sect, after the period of transcending tribulation, will go to a secret place to retreat."
"You are still just Hedao, but the catastrophe is not far away, so you have a chance to come over."
"As ordered!" Zhan Wuji bowed.
He stepped forward, followed the ancestor "Fuqiong", followed the footsteps of the ancestor, and walked inside.
"Fuqiong" landed, and the void was completely blank, but there was a crimson ladder emerging out of thin air.
I don’t know how long it took, but a huge picture gradually came into view.
This painting, with simple colors, seems to have existed for a long time. It depicts an endless sea of blood, and in the center of this sea of blood, there is a hazy figure, like a wet scroll.
Zhan Wuji recognized it at a glance. The person above him was the "Netherblood" ancestor who once fought for him!
"This is the blood of the Netherworld." "Fu Qiong" said calmly.
"He reached the stage of transcending tribulation four thousand years ago and became the founder of our Xuanling Sect."
"You only need to survive a few more tribulations to achieve the Mahayana."
"However, he does not have enough strength to face the next Dao tribulation."
"This time, he will not participate in the Fusheng chess game."
Zhan Wuji listened carefully and realized that Jiuyi's "taste of the world" was due to the lack of a heavenly tribulation.
However, when he was at Wushi Villa, he had already caused the final catastrophe. It is still unclear whether he succeeded.
But from the words of the ancestor "Fu Qiong", he could also infer that the strength of "Shiwei" is probably still higher than that of "Netherworld Blood".
"Fuqiong" did not linger too long on the painting of "Dark Blood", but stepped forward towards the painting.
Not long after, a new picture emerged. On the picture were strange and forbidding corpse puppets. One of them was in brocade clothes, a gold crown, and a jasper necklace. His face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist and blur. It is unclear, giving people a sense of unruliness. He is holding a feather jug in his hand and is drinking and having fun.
"Fuqiong" the ancestor stopped and explained lightly: "This is the law."
"That time was 4,700 years ago."
"He died in the twenty-third level of heavenly tribulation."
"This painting sealed his consciousness and his inheritance."
"Every time there is a competition between the outer sects, the enthronement ceremony of the Holy Son or Saint, the enthronement ceremony of the Sect Master, etc., his spiritual thoughts will appear from time to time."
"This remnant soul has no intelligence of its own and will only follow its own will."
Failed to overcome the tribulation?
Zhan Wuji was stunned for a moment, and watched the ancestor "Fu Qiong" step away again, and he hurriedly followed.
This picture is colorful and full of flowers. It looks like wealth and wealth, but if you look carefully, you can see that on each green flower, there are ferocious faces, with a bit of... Brutal and angry.
Among the flowers, a man sat cross-legged, holding a flower in his hand, his head lowered, only a small part of his face was exposed, and he looked extremely pale.
"This is life-killing." "Fu Qiong" said.
"Thirty-seven tribulations, he died."
"Just like the original Dharma King, he sealed a ray of his consciousness and a legacy in this picture."
"Whenever something happens that attracts the attention of the Heritage Hall, that's when they wake up."
After the words fell, he stepped forward.
Zhan Wuji followed suit.
The ethereal blood ladder seems to have no end, and paintings are suspended in mid-air, arranged neatly.
"Fu Qiong" said as he took Zhan Wuji away.
There are more than a hundred scrolls here, but most of the ancestors among them have died long ago, leaving only a trace of thoughts and a trace of morality.
It wasn't until they came to a painting that the ancestor "Fu Qiong" spoke: "This is the resentment of the stars."
"As long as you survive one more tribulation, you can achieve the Mahayana."
"She's ready, ready."
"Now, I have fallen into a deep sleep in this painting. This is to delay my catastrophe."
"When you pass the final level, I'll wake her up."
"When the time comes, she will go outside the territory to survive this final tribulation."
"If he were still alive, he would be involved in this chess game."
Zhan Wuji glanced at the screen and saw that in the screen, corpses were piled up into a hill, and at the top of the hill, a female cultivator wearing a mask stood there with her hands folded.
Her hair was pouring down like a waterfall, and her face was covered with a layer of gauze, covering her beautiful face. Only a pair of cold eyes were exposed, shining like blades of light. Under the veil, there was a blood red.
Xu Xiaoshou nodded lightly. This ancestor of "Xinghen" seemed to be on the same level as Jiuyi Mountain's "Taste of the World".
"Fuqiong" walked forward for a while and saw more pictures. Some were lying in the sea of blood, some were lying in mass graves, some were floating in the sea of souls, and some were surrounded by endless 's ghost.
Some of them are dead, and some are injured by Dao Tribulation and are dying. It will take a long time to recover to their peak, so they have nothing to do with this immortal road.
Da da da……
"Fuqiong" looked at another painting. In this painting, there was a six or seven-year-old boy, wearing a red robe, a golden chain on his head, and wearing cheerful clothes, but in On his head, there are two identical little boys, one is crying and the other is smiling, which looks extremely strange.
"This is Yuan Li." "Fu Qiong" stopped and explained.
"Just like Xinghen, he only has one Dao tribulation left."
Moreover, this disaster will come at any time. "
"If I can survive the thunder tribulation, I can participate in this floating chess game."
Afterwards, "Fu Qiong" successively introduced several people to everyone who were still going through the tribulation. They were both men and women, with different appearances and very different personalities, but they all had one thing in common, that is, everyone had one more chance to survive. Tribulation.
In front of Hao Ren and Vivian, there was a huge scroll exuding a terrifying aura.
