I Just Want To Be Quiet

Soon, the two entered the inheritance hall.

Thousands of soul lanterns are sinking and floating, like a flowing river of lanterns. Among the lanterns dotted with stars, those lanterns that are like the sky in the sky are particularly spectacular.

In the void above the soul lamp, "Fu Qiang" in shabby robes sat in the air, and when he noticed Pei Ling's approach, he slowly opened his eyes.

Next, Pei Ling bowed his head and saluted: "Meet the patriarch 'Fuqiong'!"

When he greeted him, Yinnu bowed silently and quietly retreated.

"Fu Qiong" looked at Pei Ling and nodded slightly.

In the entire inheritance hall, a blood-colored ladder appeared in an instant. From the front of "Fu Qiong", it quickly crossed thousands of soul lamps and appeared in front of Pei Ling's feet.

This blood-colored ladder seems to be made of pure blood and water, but it is as translucent as an illusion, as if it has no substance.

On every step, there are densely engraved ghosts, a pair of eyes full of resentment condensed with real malice, turbulent lingering, black smoke steaming up, diffused all over the hall, seems to make thousands of soul lights, All covered with a clear shadow.

"Fuqiong" Patriarch stood up and said, "Come up."

Pei Ling responded immediately: "Yes!"

He stepped on the blood-colored stairs, and just walked up, suddenly felt a series of indescribable changes around him.

It seems that he has left the inheritance hall in an instant, but when he looks around, the soul lamp is still floating like a sea, and the scene in front of him is not abnormal.

Seemingly aware of his doubts, on the stairs, the patriarch "Fu Qiong" stood with his hands behind his back, and said lightly, "This is the path to the secret place of the sect."

"All the Patriarchs of the Holy Sect will enter the secret retreat through them after the calamity is over."

"Although you are still on the right track, but the calamity is imminent, but you are qualified to come."

Pei Ling saluted: "As ordered!"

He strode behind the patriarch "Fu Qiong", and followed the other's pace, walking towards the depths of the inheritance hall.

The void is empty, but every time "Fu Qiang" takes a step at this moment, the blood-colored ladder that seems real and illusory appears just right.

After walking for a while, a huge picture scroll gradually appeared in front.

The color of this scroll is old, as if it has gone through a very long period of time, and it draws a boundless sea of ​​blood. In the center of the sea of ​​blood, on the rising throne, sits a vague figure like a wet ink painting.

Pei Ling immediately recognized that the person in the painting was the "Mingxue" Patriarch who held justice for him at the beginning!

"Fu Qiong" stood in front of the picture scroll and said in a flat voice: "This is 'underworld blood'."

"Four thousand years ago, he broke through to the transcendence of tribulation and ranked among the patriarchs of the sect."

"Now it's a few Dao tribulations away from Mahayana."

"But without a hundred years, the next Dao calamity will not have the strength to take over."

"He can't participate in this floating chess game."

Pei Ling listened carefully, the "world flavor" of Jiuyi Mountain was only one last calamity away.

But the last time the other party was at Wushi Mountain Villa, he had already led to the last robbery, and now I don't know whether the other party succeeded or failed.

However, according to the words of the ancestor "Fu Qiong", it can be speculated that the cultivation level of "World Taste" should be much higher than that of "Underworld Blood"...

Without stopping too much in front of the portrait of "Mingxue", "Fuqiong" took steps and continued to walk forward.

Soon, another picture scroll appeared. This picture scroll drew many corpse puppets, strange and terrifying. It was surrounded by a middle-aged man in brocade clothes and a golden crown and jade pendant. , The temperament of the whole body is quite uninhibited, holding a feather, as if drinking happily.

The patriarch "Fuqiong" stood still and introduced calmly, "This is 'Fade'."

"The calamity of 4,700 years ago."

"It fell in the twenty-third Dao Tribulation."

"What is sealed in the scroll at the moment is its spiritual thoughts and inheritance."

"Every time the Great Competition of the Outer Sect, the Hall of the Holy Son or the Holy Maiden, the Ceremony of the Sect Master's Enthronement, and similar occasions, the phantom of his spiritual sense will occasionally wake up."

"This remaining spiritual sense has no consciousness, and can only do fixed things according to its will during his lifetime."

The calamity that has fallen?

Pei Ling was slightly startled, and when he saw that the ancestor "Fu Qiong" continued to move forward, he quickly followed.

Not long after, a third portrait appeared in front of him. This painting was colorful and full of flowers. It looked like a continuum of wealth and honor, and the hall was full of gold and jade. However, if you look closely, you will find that all the Yaohua and Qicao are faintly hidden. Showing the outline of a malevolent face, full of gloom and resentment.

Amidst the blooming flowers, sitting on the ground was a male cultivator with a feminine appearance, holding a flower branch in his hand and bowing his head slightly, only a small half of his pale face could be seen.

"Fuqiong" said, "This is 'killing life'."

"He fell in the thirty-seventh Dao Tribulation."

"Like 'Fade', in this picture scroll, his spiritual thoughts and inheritance are sealed."

"Every time there is a major event in the sect that disturbs the inheritance hall, there is an opportunity to wake up."

After saying this, he continued to walk forward.

Pei Ling followed closely.

The phantom blood steps continued to extend, seemingly endless, and pictures hung in the void, lining up on their paths.

"Fu Qiang" introduced Pei Ling as he walked away.

There are hundreds of paintings here, but most of the ancestors in the paintings have fallen, leaving only spiritual thoughts and inheritance.

After walking to a certain picture scroll, the patriarch "Fu Qiong" said, "This is 'Xing Hate'."

"The distance from Mahayana is only the last robbery."

"Her Dao Tribulation can be lowered at any time."

"Now in Shen Mian's paintings, it is the way of the Holy Sect to delay the robbery."

"After you complete the last challenge, this seat will wake her up."

"At that time, she will go to the void outside the domain to cross this last robbery."

"If he didn't fall, he would also participate in this floating chess game."

Pei Lingchao looked at the painting, the bones were stacked like a mountain, and on the top of the mountain, there was a masked female cultivator standing with her hands behind her back.

His long hair was hanging down like a waterfall, and scattered behind him. The gauze mask lightly covered the jade face, revealing only a pair of cold and sharp eyes, burning like fire, sharp like a blade, the light gauze obscured his face, only a little bit of red lips, bright as blood. .

He nodded slightly. This "Xing Hate" ancestor seemed to be on the same level as the "world flavor" of Jiuyi Mountain...

"Fu Qiong" continued to move forward, and the next few portraits, some lying in the sea of ​​blood, some perching in the mass graves, some floating on the sea of ​​souls, and some surrounded by countless baby ghosts ...

Some of these patriarchs have already fallen, while others have been seriously injured in the Dao Tribulation, and are almost dying. They need extremely long training, and they have no hope of Mahayana in a short period of time.

tread, tread, tread...

"Fu Qiong" walked to another portrait. The picture was of a boy of six or seven years old, wearing a red jacket and golden locks, dressed in a festive manner. However, in the void on both sides of his head, there were two identical, only However, the face with a crying and smiling expression followed closely, and it looked very grotesque.

"Fu Qiong" stood up and introduced: "This is a 'baby scorpion'."

"He is the same as 'Xing Hate', and there is one last robbery left."

"And the robbery can come down at any time."

"If you succeed in overcoming the calamity, you will also participate in this floating chess game."

Next, "Fu Qiong" introduced several living tribulations, males and females, with different appearances and different temperaments.

After a while, a picture scroll that was larger than all the previous picture scrolls and faintly exuded heart-pounding power fluctuations appeared in front of the two of them.