Su Yu wanted to dodge, but was dragged into the thick ink.

The thick ink seemed to be blurred and turned into a rock, Su Yu sat up from the rock and looked around.

The trees, flowers, houses, and fertile fields, everything here are painted in ink, including himself.

"Painting?"

He stood up suddenly, shocked that there was such a secret place in the painting.

He turned his head to look behind him, and there was a palace on the high platform, made of ink, magnificent, ingenious, and seemed to be able to see how hard he used to write down.

The plaque has three big characters written on it, "Mud Pill Temple".

This palace is similar to the palace in the water he saw ten years ago, but it is not the same, it is not that he remembered it wrong, there is no palace in the water at all, only the world in the painting, Su Yu was puzzled.

He stepped up the steps and walked towards the palace.

Although this world is ink-colored, he can see its actual material, and the steps under his feet are made of jade, such as the plaque, which is made of wood and black lacquer, and the words are pasted with gold leaf, which is difficult to distinguish between virtual and real, as if the reality is imprinted in the painting.

He gently pushed, the door of the palace slowly opened, the ink candle was lit, the hall was brightly lit, in the middle of the main hall, there were two black and white fish hovering in the air, and there were five stone piles on the periphery, at this time, the energy was released and turned into a barrier, imprisoning the black and white fish.

Each of the five stone piles had a scroll of bamboo slips, the closest to him, which spread out as the door opened.

Su Yu's eyes were fixed, attracted by the strange scene, he took steps without hurry, and when he landed on the ground, he shrank into inches, like a big stroke of a pen, and he was transported to the scroll of bamboo slips by ink standing at the end.

Reach out and touch the bamboo slips, the bamboo slips are like living creatures, the words are precipitated from them, and they turn into ink dragons, which seem to break free from the shackles and roam happily in the main hall.

In the next moment, the ink dragon swooped down towards him, the speed was so fast that he didn't have time to dodge, the ink dragon had already drilled into Su Yu's heavenly spirit cover, and an unbearable stinging pain followed.

"Ah......h

Su Yu held his head and shouted in the cave, and the fire pattern rock fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The pain gradually disappeared, and the ink dragon broke into his dirty world, lying in mid-air, its white eyes hidden by the ink, as if it had closed its eyes and stopped moving.

He picked up the fire pattern rock and quickly turned around, what was it that pulled him into the world of the painting, on the rock wall was a palace depicted, being rubbed away by some mysterious force, visible to the naked eye.

The memories of the palace in the water ten years ago appeared in front of his eyes, one after another, very clear, making up for the deviations and deficiencies in his memory.

He and his aunt fell into the water, and were swept into this treasure by the undercurrent, and it was he who walked into this cave, and his spirit was swallowed up by the palace, and when he woke up, he had already been taken home by his aunt.

"You're okay, don't scare me!" Hearing the shout, Wen Ran hurried over.

"It's fine. Su Yu took a picture of his face with fire pattern rock.

"Ahh

"Blood?"

Su Yu felt that blood was flowing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and he quickly rubbed it with his sleeve, the impact brought by Molong just now was too strong, and he almost couldn't bear it.

The words and paintings in front of him had not completely disappeared, he threw the fire pattern rock to Wen Ran, "Have you seen these words and paintings on the rock wall?" ”

"Words and paintings?" Wen Ran tried to calm his emotions, with curiosity, and courageously stepped forward to pick up the fire streak rock, touched the rock wall, and searched little by little.

In Su Yu's eyes, Wen Ran had already touched those words, but turned a blind eye until the words and paintings were completely erased.

"Where are there any words and paintings?" Wen Ran looked confused, muttering with a small mouth, "Is it bleeding too much and getting sick?" ”

Su Yu frowned, since there was no real evidence, it was better to bury the world in the painting in his heart.

"I'm not sick, I'm fine. Su Yu quietly walked behind Wen Ran, and suddenly said, his voice was not loud, but Wen Ran was scared, "Don't look at it, what about teasing you?"

Wen Ran pouted aggrievedly, kicked Su Yu's heel, and suddenly paused, as if he had thought of something, "Are we going to find the palace in the water?"

"Here it is. ”

"Here?"

"Yes, maybe it's because this place saved me, when I was a child, and imagined this place as a palace. "There is indeed something wrong with his memory when he was eight years old, and Su Yu's explanation can stand up to scrutiny.

"Okay. Wen Ran's expectant eyes were slightly disappointed.

"There is no palace, but we are saved. ”

"yes! We're so lucky. ”

"There is plenty of vitality here, that is, it is hidden and very safe, I want to adjust my state to the best first, after we go out, we will have the strength to fight in case of danger. Su Yu said solemnly and sat down cross-legged.

"I'll give you the Dharma Protector. Wen Ran nodded, sat on Su Yu's side, and shrouded the two of them with his divine sense.

Su Yu entered a meditative state, his five internal organs purified and refined the swallowed vitality, sent it into the Dao Dirty Heaven and Earth, stored it in the stone gate, and the cycle went on and on, he did not breathe in the exercises, and it took about a quarter of an hour to run every ten weeks.

In the past, an hour of meditation was enough to restore all the vitality in the body, but this time, it was only after about two hours that the eleventh stone gate was close to saturation.

In the dirty world, the one-finger-long ink dragon fell into a deep sleep, and no matter how Su Yu tried to harass it, it didn't move at all.

Mo Long is transformed by the words in the classics, if he can refine him, it is equivalent to comprehending the mysteries in the classics, but with his current strength, he can't even wake it up.

If he wanted to refine it, he didn't know what year and month it would take, so he simply didn't care, and so far, Molong had not brought him any impact.

At this time, Su Yu's divine soul was suspended in the dirty world, and under his feet was an endless stone gate, and he had a lot of thoughts.

The Creator is really a tangled god, allowing the human race to practice, but he has set up countless stone gates in the Dao Dirt Secret Realm, and every time he opens a door, his strength will increase by one point.

It seems that the Creator has given the Terrans unlimited potential.

However, it is only possible to break the mirror by opening all the doors, otherwise it is impossible to break through the realm, lower the locks, and the Creator has blocked people from the first step of the practice.

The ancient ancestors found a way in their exploration, they chose to compromise, and used the innate qi to destroy all the stone gates, and used this disguised way to destroy the Dao foundation, releasing all the vitality to break through the knocking realm, and it is still used today.

If the breakthrough fails, you will have no chance with the avenue for life.

Maybe there's another way?

When he thought of this, Su Yu's body was saturated, his soul returned, he opened his eyes, and this meditation lasted for three hours.

Seeing that Wen Ran, who was protecting the Dharma on the side, had collected the technique, Su Yu hugged his fists and said, "Thank you, Miss Wen." ”

Wen Ran's eyes were full of exhaustion, and he said in surprise: "Don't be poor, in three hours, how much vitality do you have in this dirty! Are the monks of the Ten Dao Sects so terrifying?"