This picture is exactly a starry sky.
In a dark space, stars fell one after another, and tornadoes appeared out of thin air, like turbulent undercurrents. An old man wearing a black robe with gold edges stood there, his clothes making a hunting sound.
His long white hair fluttered randomly in the turbulent flow of space. His pair of snowy eyebrows and a pair of red eyes seemed to hide a sea of blood. On this palm, there is a white staff. This staff seems to be made from the thigh bone of a strange creature. At the tip of the staff, there are nearly a hundred skulls, clusters of them. Will-o'-the-wisps burned from inside the skull, illuminating the surrounding area.
His sleeves were empty, and even though he only had one arm, his aura was still vast and boundless, like a mountain, suppressing it.
Zhan Wuji just glanced at it and felt an extremely dangerous aura coming towards him!
"This is Hengxie." "Fuqiong" looked at the old man and said calmly.
"yes."
"The fourteenth level of heaven."
The sixty-fourth level of heaven?
Zhan Wuji was shocked. He heard his master say that there are only a handful of strong men in the Sixty-Four Tribulation Realm in this life!
And his master is such a person.
As for the others, he doesn’t know!
And the "Hengxie" in front of us is such a person?
But "Fu Qiong" continued: "Hengxie was a member of the previous generation of monks who died in the Fusheng chess game."
Sixty-four people who survived the tribulation died in the "Floating Chess Game"?
Zhan Wuji was shocked, but seeing that "Fu Qiong" didn't linger much and walked straight over, he immediately chased after him.
Soon, another picture appeared in front of him.
It was a dark picture, as if shrouded in a layer of fog, but there was no one there.
"This is my portrait." "Fuqiong" said calmly.
After that, he said no more and moved on.
Da da da……
Zhan Wuji followed suit.
Soon, a picture appeared from the air. This was a stone tablet, located under a stone tablet. There were countless stone tablets, scattered in an orderly manner, high and low, with different styles. Some were extremely gorgeous, inlaid with gold and treasures; some were very rough, There is only one branch; others are a skeleton and a corpse...
Zhan Wuji looked towards the mountain peak behind the stone monument, and saw some kind of mountain there, it was clearly a towering boulder!
Its color is as dark as ink, and it seems to be a pure color, but if you look closely, you can see countless lines engraved on it. These lines are like lifelike pieces of life, moving quickly on it.
An old man in rich clothes, his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering.
His face was covered with wrinkles, and his lips were drooped, like a sharp blade cutting through the void, exuding a ruthless aura. On her head, she wears a red gold crown, and around her waist, hangs a flawless jade stone. Even in the painting, it is shining and dazzling. Although the clothes are gorgeous, they are not rude, but elegant. With an innate elegance and elegance.
A pair of eyes, like sharp knives, stared out of the painting, and a strong murderous intention spurted out of the painting like a tide.
"Fuqiong" said calmly: "This time, he is also a great monk."
"He is the person who entered the Immortal Path before."
"Now, in this painting, there is a ray of consciousness and a ray of legacy left behind before he became an immortal."
"The value of a person's relics is far higher than that of ordinary ancestors."
"Ordinary people will not be recognized by them."
"If you can become the leader, maybe you can also get the inheritance of the immortal..."
"In addition, every time the Immortal Road is opened, future generations can also come here to awaken the consciousness of those ancestors who have become immortals, and inquire about news about the upper world."
"But it comes at a huge cost."
When Zhan Wuji heard this, his expression became serious.
The ray of consciousness left behind by an ancestor who had already become an immortal is a genuine immortal consciousness!
"Fuqiong" moves forward, and a new picture emerges, walking along this bloody road.
The scroll shows a scene at night, where thousands of miles of mountains and rivers seem to have fallen asleep, the mountains and forests are lonely, and the birds and animals are not disturbed.
A graceful figure rose into the sky. Her appearance was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult for people to see her face clearly, but her eyes were as bright as a devil.
A slender white palm poked out from the mandala's cloak on the green ground. The five fingers were spread out, and a ball of light green flame floated on her palm.
This fire was only the size of a soybean, and was extremely small compared to this mountain range, but the aura it exuded was enough to burn this land to ashes.
In just a moment, Zhan Wuji felt a hot breath rising from his body, and his whole body seemed to be standing in a sea of fire.
"This is the hanging osmanthus flower." "Fuqiong" explained.
"A failed Ascendant."
"However, it is still a Mahayana existence, and the remaining consciousness still has a certain degree of wisdom."
"I have researched her heritage."
With that said, he continued walking forward.
"Fu Qiong" explained as he walked: "This is also a failed monk."
"Someone once had his inheritance."
"It's a pity that the junior didn't have enough talent and opportunities after all, and he died in the battle in the end."
The robes shuttled on the bloody road, and the voice of "Fu Qiong" kept coming: "This person is also an ascended person.
“Like luck, it’s all done.”
"So far, no one has been able to penetrate his spiritual consciousness."
"We can only wait a little longer."
"This is the ascended servant who died on the floating life disk."
"There are several people who have received his legacy."
"However, most of them died, and only two people survived. They are the supreme elders of my sect."
"who is he?"
After a while, the red light on Fu Qiong's feet stopped spreading, and there was an empty space in front of him, like an endless starry sky.
Zhan Wuji discovered that the originally boundless group of soul lanterns dissipated silently.
But a piece of black water, calm, calm, calm.
The water surface here is very wide, like a deep sea, but there are no waves.
If he hadn't felt it, he would have doubted whether it was a piece of black glass.
An extremely large picture is floating in the air above the black water.
This picture is much taller than any other picture I have seen before, as if it can support the heaven and the earth.
In the picture, the light is overflowing, crystal clear, and thousands of rays of rays of light illuminate all directions, just like a sun in the sky, complementing the dark water.
This is a spiritual stone!
This is a high-quality spiritual stone!
There are countless high-grade spiritual stones!
