Shang Xia turned his back and took half a step back, then turned around and rushed upwards. As long as he was in the Tongtian Ladder, he would be affected by the formation. Only when he walked out of the Tongtian Ladder, everything would be illusory and dissipate.
He did not encounter any obstacles and went straight to the top. However, in the blink of an eye, the palace in front of him stretched a long distance, and several more steps were added in front of him.
Shang Xia frowned and glanced back, only to see Zhao Ning still standing there, looking at him expressionlessly.
The few steps away from the palace fit Shang Xia's guess. The formation was preventing him from leaving, which meant that he could break it if he left.
He no longer hesitated, and suddenly stretched out his right hand, and the spiritual bow appeared in his hand. He stretched the bow and pulled the string, and the string reached the tip of his nose. He suddenly released it, and the arrow rushed out, carrying the power of ten thousand and the sound of phoenix. It shot out only three feet. The speed of the arrow slowed down by 50%, but it formed a strong opposing air wave. There seemed to be another cracking sound in the air, and the void shook.
Taking this opportunity, Shang Xia rushed out.
He stepped onto the platform where the palace was located. Looking at the palace from such a close range, he still had a strange sense of non-existence.
Just as Shang Xia stepped onto the highest platform, Zhao Ning stood in the distance, watching indifferently as the figures in front of him disappeared, replaced by several corpses with uniform wounds.
The power of control has become more powerful, and it's time for the great aunt to appear.
Shang Xia did not move forward. He turned back to look at the long steps. Now that he had stepped out of the long steps, the illusion of the formation should have been broken.
Turning his head and looking down, he met a pair of cloudy eyes.
The old woman stood there sluggishly, holding the crutch with trembling hands, as if she was about to fall down at the next moment, but she held on and raised her hand to point at Shang Xia.
"You...you...you, you killed them."
Shang Xia was stunned and subconsciously said, "What are you talking about, who are you killing? I didn't do anything."
But in the middle of his retort, he suddenly paused and lowered his head slowly. He was holding a bow in his hand, and his body was splattered with large amounts of blood. The blood dripped down the corners of his clothes and hit the ground drop by drop.
As his eyes followed the blood stains, he saw several corpses lying on the long steps. Except for the great aunt, everyone in the group was dead, and there were the same wounds on their chests, which were arrow wounds.
"I, I didn't."
Zhao Ning's old face was filled with disappointment and disbelief.
"Shang Xia, you killed all your competitors in order to monopolize the inheritance of Jingyao Ghosts and Gods. Have you forgotten?"
"It was you, it was you who killed everyone."
Facing the accusation, Shang Xia froze in place, but soon realized that he was still in the formation?
"Auntie, the formation is deceptive..."
Before he finished the last word, a moment later, the great-aunt who was still fine was suddenly penetrated through her body, and the remaining light from the arrow was passing through the wound.
"You, it is indeed you."
Soon, Zhao Ning also fell down.
"Grandma!" Shang Xia exclaimed.
But he didn't get any response, and the whole space fell into dead silence.
At this moment, the main hall behind him was no longer far away and stood right in front of him.
For a long time, God's work was not going well. There was a loud thunder, and the next moment heavy rain poured down like a river. The body became pale and even swollen in the wash.
The rain hit Shang Xia's body, making Shang Xia feel a little dazed, as if there were only dazzling corpses in her eyes.
After a long time, he looked up at the palace behind him again. Time and space seemed to have frozen. Amidst the rain, he actually chose to walk directly towards the palace.
The sound of footsteps in the rain was loud and loud.
But Shang Xia's footsteps did not stop.
The outer courtyard door of the palace was pushed open, it was quiet inside, and Shang Xia walked in without hesitation.
Shang Xia was less than a few breaths away when a soft sigh came from the palace amid the heavy rain.
The sound of heavy rain masked the unusual sounds.
At this moment, the palace door closed silently.
The palace disappeared in the rain, as if it had never existed, and the blood in the rain also disappeared.
At this moment, the rain curtain shook slightly, as if someone moved the curtain.
But she saw a figure appearing in the rain, and not a trace of rainwater touched her body.
Zhao Ning, who had returned to her original state, was floating on the corpse that represented her. Her toes were no more than three inches from the ground. She put her hands behind her back and turned to look at the palace.
"But I don't know if my performance can meet the arrangement."
A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
From the moment you step into the Valley of Ghosts and Gods, you have already entered the game. Everyone is a pawn in the game, only Shang Xia is the player.
As for the other player, Zhao Ning took a deep look at the palace and seemed to see the pretentious person in front of the hall through the palace.
But she didn't seem to be in a hurry to go to the palace to have a look. Instead, she flew slowly in the rain until she reached the deepest part of the sea of flowers and picked a moonflower.
The moonflower is glowing with brilliance from the deep blue. The light is not like the moon, but more like stars hanging in a string.
While strolling leisurely, her ears twitched slightly and she noticed something.
He stretched out his hand and parted the rain curtain, and the void was also lifted, revealing a secret room.
There are many talismans scattered in the secret room. It is a talisman-making room. The cinnabar on the table seems to have been polished just now.
There is no owner in this secret room. Instead, there is a somewhat wary man in blue, who is the dead "Shan Shu".
Shan Shu patrolled back and forth in the secret room, trying to find the key and catch the weird people hiding in the dark.
He shouted, "Come out, why did you teleport me here?"
There was no response at all. He was on guard for a long time, but finally relaxed. When he saw the cinnabar and fine pen on the talisman making table, as well as the ancient cloud pattern talisman that seemed to have been painted recently, he felt itchy. Thinking that this place was not dangerous, he took it out. A piece of yellow paper, copied on the spot.
Zhao Ning took back her hand, the rain curtain fell, and the space crack closed.
She took two more steps, and the downpour gradually subsided, and the wind picked up. The leaves on the side fell with the wind, and the shape of the wind crossed in front of Zhao Ning's eyes.
Zhao Ning moved his fingertips, and clear light gathered at his fingertips, and he saw that the shape of the wind was also fixed. With a slight click, the void opened up along the shape of the wind.
There is a peach blossom forest, and the peach blossoms are blooming brilliantly. It seems to be isolated from the rain and not affected by the rain. It is like the legendary peach forest.
At this moment, footsteps were heard in the forest, and only happy exclamations could be heard.
Footsteps came in, it was Yanyu.
Zhao Ning turned around, and the frozen leaves were released and slid to the ground again, while the shape of the wind disappeared in an instant.
The rain has stopped, and the dense canopy of the towering tree in front of the door is filled with rainwater. Drop by drop, it gathers towards the last leaf, until the last leaf cannot bear such weight, bends downward, and the leaves bloom. The raindrops fell down drop by drop.
What a coincidence that it happened in front of Zhao Ning.
A flash of light flashed in Zhao Ning's eyes, and some hidden pictures actually appeared in the raindrops, like a mirror showing several places, some of which were the refining room and some of the medicine garden. There were people there, and they were all people who came in together. .
Zhao Ning floated to the place where the house was hidden just now. The door was closed tightly and the surface was glowing with fluorescence.
After just one glance, she raised her foot and her figure disappeared from the spot.
There is another space in the main hall. If you look across it, you can't see the boundary. It seems to be a void.
At the front of the main hall, there is a portrait hanging high. The portrait depicts a majestic man, dressed in white, handsome and handsome. He is standing on a high cliff, looking at the mountains, rivers and sea of clouds.
"...Are you really Jingyao Guishen?" Shang Xia asked in an unhurried voice.
A majestic but benevolent voice floated in the space, "Haha, no one in this world dares to impersonate Jing Yao as a ghost or god and disrespect the Lord Yuanshen."
The voice seemed to float down, "This is the residence of this deity, and naturally a spiritual consciousness remains."
The person in the painting walked out of the painting, his shadow standing with his head on the ground, his hands behind his back. When talking to him, he would bow slightly and show full respect.
Shang Xia was not surprised and greeted the other party, "I have seen Jingyao ghost and god."
But when he raised his head again, the question he asked was, "When I came in just now, the ghosts and gods said that they are destined to me and are willing to fulfill my wish. Do you take it seriously?"
The owner of the voice seemed not to have expected Shang Xia to ask so straightforwardly.
He laughed, "Seriously."
"In my lifetime, I control life and death, and control good and evil. Whatever you ask for can come true."
His words seemed to be implying something, but his voice hid all the emotions, making people just think that they would be wrong.
Zhao Ning walked slowly into the hall. No one in the hall noticed, not even Shang Xia.
She was glowing with a clear divine light, completely isolating Zhao Ning from their space.
But the main hall in Zhao Ning's eyes was not what Shang Xia saw. The portrait was still there, but there was no shadow. Only Lu Ju's figure sat cross-legged in the void. The look of understanding on his face had revealed all his emotions. mood.
Zhao Ning glanced down at Shang Xia. Shang Xia seemed to think for a while, then raised his head with firm eyes.
He said, "I want your legacy."
Such an answer made Lu Ju's expression stiffen. He never expected that Shang Xia would make such a wish.
He even took a look outside. The rain had not drained away, the blood had not disappeared, and several corpses were still lying on the ground. It was clearly hinted that they could be resurrected, so how could he choose inheritance!
Lu Ju's expression gradually darkened and he stared at Shang Xia closely, trying to find another purpose on Shang Xia's face.
But Shang Xia showed great respect, as if he valued the inheritance of Jingyao's ghosts and gods more than anything else.
"Are you serious?!"
He said in a deep voice.
"What's the lie?" Shang Xia asked back, and Shang Xia's face showed admiration, "The venerable is the supreme leader in Jiuzhou. When the venerable passes on, I will be the next venerable, so why are there any hesitations or lies?" Where?"
"You..." Lu Ju's eyes were full of disbelief, and his face was full of disappointment, "...have you forgotten those fellow Taoists who died tragically outside the palace?"
Shang Xia wondered, "They died in the state of mind inquiry. I don't want to see people die and not be resurrected. Is it possible that I will mourn endlessly, my practice will stagnate, and I will ignore the opportunity?"
Even Zhao Ning's eyes moved to Shang Xia.
He was slightly surprised by Shang Xia's words, but he didn't feel any excitement in his heart. He then looked at the painting behind him through Lu Ju.
The person in the painting is very charming and impressive, but can the image of the venerable person really be recorded in the painting?
"Do you really think so?" Lu Ju suppressed his anger and kept his voice calm.
Shang Xia seemed to be impatient, "Senior Jingyao, maybe you want to go back on your word? You promised me, any wish is fine."
"Okay!" Lu Ju gritted his teeth and said one word, then raised his hand and saw the painting ripples like water, "It's not easy to get the inheritance. It depends on whether you can pass this test."
The next moment, the ripples in the picture burst out with a powerful attraction. Shang Xia couldn't resist at all, and was sucked directly into the picture.
