This picture scroll draws the scene of the void outside the realm.

In the gray-black void, there are meteorites, and storm vortices are born near and far, like a dangerous undercurrent, an old man in a golden-patterned robe with a profound bottom flutters his sleeves and stands proudly.

His white hair was scattered and fluttered freely with the void storm, his snow eyebrows flew diagonally into his temples, and his eyes were blood-colored, which seemed to contain a surging sea of ​​blood. The big hand is holding a scepter with a height of 10 feet. The scepter is completely white. It seems to be made of the leg bones of a foreign race. The top is inlaid with nearly a hundred skulls, large and small. All have ghost fires ignited, illuminating the void.

The old man's body was magnificent and majestic, like a mountain tower with a thousand layers, it was crushed with a bang.

Pei Ling just glanced at it, and felt a strong sense of crisis, rushing towards his face!

"Fuqiong" stood in front of the picture scroll, looked at the old man, and said in a deep voice, "This is 'Hengxie'."

"Cultivation in the Mahayana period."

"Sixty-four eons."

Sixty-four calamities! ?

Pei Ling's heart was suddenly startled. Master Yao Qingyan had told him that the existence of sixty-four kalpas in the entire Panya Realm would not exceed the number of five fingers!

And Shizun Yao Qingya is one of them.

He didn't know about the rest of them!

Now this "Hengxie" Patriarch is also one of them?

But then, he listened to "Fu Qiong" and continued: "'Hengxie' was the introduction to the immortal road last time, and he fell into the floating chess game."

The introduction of Xianlu, sixty-four robbery, fell into the floating chess game?

Pei Ling was extremely surprised, but seeing that "Fu Qiong" had no intention of staying any longer, he continued to move forward, and he immediately followed.

Before long, another picture appeared in front of him.

The painting is dark and dark, like a misty sky, but there is no one there.

"Fu Qiang" said lightly: "This painting is the seat."

After that, he didn't say more and moved forward again.

tread, tread, tread...

Pei Ling followed closely.

Soon, a picture scroll emerged from the void. It was a forest of steles at the foot of the mountain. The densely packed tombstones were dotted with different heights and styles. Some were extremely luxurious, inlaid with gold and inlaid treasures; It's only half a tree trunk; some are grotesque, but they are based on bones...

Pei Ling's gaze turned to the mountain behind the Forest of Steles, and only then did he realize that it was not a mountain, but a huge and majestic tombstone!

Its color is as black as ink, and it seems that the whole body is pure and free of impurities. Only by carefully distinguishing it can we see that this huge monument is engraved with dense runes, and it flies away like a living thing.

At the top of the monument, stood an old man in a brocade robe. The old man stood with his hands behind his back, hunting in robes.

His face was full of wrinkles, and the corners of his drooping mouth were like the trajectory of a sharp blade swept through the air, revealing a fierce and ruthless meaning. He wears a red gold crown on his head and wears a flawless spiritual jade on his waist. Even in the painting, the jade pendant is full of inspiration and brilliance. Although the attire is luxurious, it is not vulgar. Unspeakably elegant.

A pair of eyes, icy and sharp, like a blade, looked straight out of the picture scroll, killing the chilly aura, like a rushing flood, almost breaking through the picture scroll and roaring out.

"Fu Qiong" said calmly: "This 'Fu Chong' is also a Mahayana."

"He was the ascender of Xianlu last time."

"What is in the picture now is the spiritual sense and inheritance left before its ascension."

"The inheritance of the ascendant will be more precious and powerful than the inheritance of ordinary patriarchs."

"Ordinary juniors can't get their approval."

"If you had ascended the position of the suzerain at the beginning, you would have obtained the recognition of the inheritance of the ascendant..."

"Besides that, every time the Immortal Path is opened, the juniors can come to awaken the spiritual sense of the ascending seniors and inquire about the situation of the upper realm."

"However, the price is high."

Hearing this, Pei Ling also looked solemn.

The spiritual thoughts left by the ascended patriarch... This is the true spiritual thought of immortals!

"Fuqiong" continued to move forward, and a new picture scroll appeared beside the **** path.

In the painting is a scene under the dark night, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains seem to have fallen into a deep sleep, the layers of forests are quiet, and the birds and beasts are not alarmed.

A slender figure stood in the air, and its face was completely hidden in the shadows.

The slender and white catkin stretched out from the mandala's cloak wrapped around the green ground, spread its five fingers towards the sky, and above the palm, a cluster of light blue flames was suspended.

The flame was no bigger than a bean. Compared with the mountains, it was incomparably insignificant, but it had the aura of burning the sky and destroying the earth, as if the entire world in this place was nothing but a torch in front of it.

It only took a moment for Pei Ling to notice the cluster of flames, and Pei Ling felt a sense of enthusiasm all over his body, as if he was in a sea of ​​fire.

"Fuqiong" said: "This is the 'Hanging Rose'."

"It's an ascension loser."

"But it is Mahayana after all, and the spiritual thoughts left by it still have some spirituality."

"Her inheritance, this seat has comprehended."

After speaking, he continued to move forward.

Another portrait appeared in the sight of the two of them, and "Fu Qiong" kept walking and introduced: "This is also a failure of the ascension."

"Its inheritance has been comprehended by younger generations."

"It's a pity that the junior's qualifications and opportunities are lacking, and he failed to step into the transcendental calamity, and fell in the period of union."

The robe swept across the blood-colored path, and the voice of "Fu Qiong" sounded from time to time: "This is also an ascender."

"Like 'Fu Zun', they have all been successful."

"Its spiritual sense inheritance has never been understood by younger generations."

"We still need to wait for the next amazing talent to come."

"This is the Ascended Servant, who has fallen into the floating chess game."

"His inheritance has been inherited by several people."

"But most of them have fallen, and there are only two remaining, who are the elders of the sect."

"Who is this…"

In the slight footsteps, after walking for a while, the blood at the feet of "Fuqiong" no longer spread, and the front was an empty void, as vast as outside the territory.

Pei Ling noticed that the mighty Sea of ​​Soul Lamps below had quietly disappeared.

Instead, it was a dark water that was as calm as a mirror.

This piece of water is very vast, like an abyss sea, but there is not the slightest ripple.

If not for perception, it is almost suspected that it is a whole piece of ink-colored glass.

In the void above the black water, a huge portrait was suspended.

This portrait is much larger than all the portraits I have seen before, and it seems to be in the sky.

The painting is full of brilliance and crystal clear, with thousands of brilliance shining in all directions, just like a big sun in the sky, and the dark waters below are reflected in a fun way.

Lingshi!

The best spirit stone!

Innumerable top-quality spirit stones!

Looking around, the entire picture scroll is filled with high-quality spiritual stones that are overflowing with spiritual energy and without impurities. Fully accommodated.

On the top of the towering Lingshi Mountain, stands a majestic figure in linen.

Different from all the previous portraits, in the previous portraits, even though the face of the Patriarch was obscured and could not be seen clearly, all of them were facing outwards, looking at the people who came.

But this figure, but only a vague back can be seen.

He stood with his hands behind his back, as if he would float away in the next moment.

Its aura is pure, and it seems to be integrated with many spiritual stones, as if it is itself a huge vein of top-quality spiritual stones.

"Fu Qiong" stood at the end of the blood-colored path, looked up at the figure in linen, and said solemnly: "This is the founder of the Holy Sect."

"Patriarch 'Chongming'."

"In the last years of ancient times, alien races were chaotic, ghosts and spirits were rampant, and 'weird' emerged one after another. My human race was as humble as a mustard, and the group's spirit was on the verge of collapse."

"The Patriarch stepped forward, exterminated all clans, cut off Shenmu, suppressed Jiuyou, and sealed Fallen Immortals..."

"Patriarch 'Chongming' is one of the nine immortals in this world!"

Speaking of this, "Fu Qiong" thought about it, and immediately took out a blank picture scroll and handed it to Pei Ling, "After the calamity, you are also in the picture scroll, leaving your spiritual sense and inheritance."

"At that time, this picture scroll will remain in this inheritance hall, just like the ancestors of my holy sect, no matter life or death, they will continue to protect the sect and strengthen the inheritance."

"Together with Zongmen for eternity!"

Hearing this, Pei Ling suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately said respectfully, "Disciple obeys!"

He bowed respectfully first, then bent down and caught the scroll with both hands...