Gradually, the day dawned, the black gas dissipated, Long Wushuang woke up, he opened his eyes, turned over and got up, looking at the two women lying on the ground, with infinite pity in his heart. He looked up at the hole on the top of the dungeon, waved his hand, the magic flute in his hand, and drove the magic flute out to hunt.

As soon as he left, Xiao Yu woke up, but when he opened his eyes, he didn't see him, and when he saw that Feng Xian'er was still sleeping, he quietly got up and walked to other spaces to find Long Wushuang.

She stepped into a huge space, there was a deep pit in the middle of the space, that is, the place where the sky was imprisoned before, nine huge iron chains still existed, but all of them were scattered, and the pit was originally locked with the bones of the sky, but now the bones are gone, and the fire extinguishing and the shameless have taken the bones away.

She stood on the edge of the pit and watched for a while, walked around the pit to the opposite side, it seemed that there was a broken door on the other side, she walked to the door, but it was a short passage, and there was a broken door at the bottom of the passage, and the white light inside the door was shining, and it looked extremely mysterious.

She naturally didn't know what it was, so she walked towards the white light with great curiosity. At this time, Feng Xian'er woke up, rubbed her eyes, Long Wushuang and Xiao Yu were not there, she quickly got up and went to other spaces to look for them, when she ran to the edge of the deep pit, she saw that Xiao Yu was walking towards the white light, that was a portal, as long as she stepped in, she would be teleported to Peng Wushan.

"Little fish, come back", she hurriedly shouted.

Who knew that in this extremely quiet place, her sudden voice scared the little fish a lot, and she was so frightened that she fell to the ground, just inside the portal, the light was shining, and the little fish was gone.

Feng Xian'er knew that her demon power was not high, if she arrived at Peng Wu Mountain, even if the three major immortal venerables were already dead, and there were more than two hundred disciples, she would definitely not be able to defeat so many people besieging her, so she had to rush over and follow the portal that she jumped into.

Long Wushuang hit two hares and was walking back, when he suddenly saw two bright lights flashing in the sky, he hurriedly threw the rabbit, quickly returned to the dungeon, and also jumped into the portal.

In that dark place, Feng Xian'er grabbed Xiao Yu: "Don't move yet, wait for Long Wushuang to come over." ”

Xiaoyu felt like she was dreaming, she just fell into the white light, she flew up, and in a blink of an eye it was in the darkness again, she pulled Feng Xian'er tightly: "Where have we been?"

Feng Xian'er pulled her forward a few steps: "It's time for Pengwu Mountain." ”

The two waited for a while, and there was a slight sound, and sure enough, someone came over, and as soon as they landed, they opened their mouths and called: "Xian'er, Xiaoyu, are you there?"

Feng Xian'er: "Here, let's go." ”

When the three of them came out of the hole, there was a light outside, Peng Wushan was at the foot, and the mountain was busy and being rebuilt, Xiaoyu asked, "What should I do?"

Long Wushuang: "Peng Wushan has no strength anymore, what are you afraid of, go down and take a look." ”

Feng Xian'er: "Since we're here, let's go and see the divine map again." ”

The three of them went down the mountain all the way, alarming Peng Wushan's disciples, and after a panic, they quickly assembled, blocking the way of the three of them, and Long Wushuang turned the magic flute in his hand: "Do you think you can beat it, if you can't beat it, get out of the way, let's take a look and leave." ”

He took Feng Xian'er and Xiaoyu swaggering through the crowd, but no one dared to intercept them, the three of them walked for a while, and when they arrived at the previous hall, they had been burned by Long Wushuang and only the wall remained, Feng Xian'er looked at the wall with a little disappointment: "It's over, it's burned out." ”

When the three of them went around to the back of the wall, a complete picture of the gods was displayed in front of everyone's eyes, which surprised everyone, there were traces of burning around the wall, but the place with the picture was safe and sound.

Long Wushuang looked at the picture: "Xian'er, can you see what it means, anyway, I can't understand it." ”

Feng Xian'er didn't say anything, she was looking at the picture seriously, thinking seriously, in that place surrounded by white clouds, it seemed that the golden light on the head of the god was surrounded, sitting cross-legged, behind the pine and strong, and several disciples in front of her were listening to the god's teachings, with different expressions. But it's hard to understand what this picture is trying to mean.

The three of them stood in front of the remaining wall for a long time, no one saw the reason, Long Wushuang's neck was sore, he lowered his head, rubbed the back of his neck, but saw a disciple of Peng Wushan sneakily hiding behind the bushes to peek.

"You, come here", he pointed to the disciple, who was so frightened that he was about to run, but he flew up and grabbed him and brought him back behind the wall.

The disciple trembled and begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, you ...... a lot"

Long Wushuang: "Shut up, let me ask you, what does this painting mean?"

The disciple glanced at the wall a few times: "I don't know. ”

Long Wushuang: "I guess you don't understand, let me ask you, have you seen Taijia's master?"

The disciple: "I heard that Master Zu left Pengwushan 1,500 years ago, and I have only been in the field for a few decades." ”

Long Wushuang's heart moved: "Fifteen hundred years ago?"

The disciple: "Yes, I listened to the senior brothers. ”

Long Wushuang: "What do you grandfathers call you?"

The disciple: "Everyone calls him Peng Supreme Immortal." ”

Long Wushuang: "What about the ancestor of Fairy Mountain, what do you call it?"

The disciple: "I...... I do not know. ”

Long Wushuang: "Is the ancestor of Fairy Mountain also the Fairy Mountain who left 1,500 years ago?"

The disciple: "It is said that there is also the ancestor of Wolong Snow Mountain, and the three ancestors went together and never came back." ”

Long Wushuang used his brain and thought for a while, it turned out that they were walking together, what did Ling Daotian say to them fifteen hundred years ago, why did they not return, didn't Ling Daotian go with them?

Feng Xian'er next to her suddenly sighed: "We don't know much about the past, and it will be difficult to understand all of them for a while, but you can see that the top of this picture is sitting as if it is a god, and there are four people sitting below listening to him......

"Wait", Long Wushuang interrupted her, and he said to the disciple of Peng Wushan: "You go, dare to peek again, I will unscrew your head." ”

If the disciple was amnesty, he said a few "thank you" and ran away quickly, Long Wushuang raised his head and looked at the picture again: "I understand." ”

Feng Xian'er turned her head to look at him: "You understand?"

Long Wushuang: "Ling Daotian made this painting a thousand years ago, it was made after he learned that the three immortal ancestors did not come back, there are gods on the picture, there are four disciples, the gods are teaching the true meaning to everyone, let's not look at the gods, you see these four disciples, three men and one woman, are they the respective ancestors of the four major immortal family gods, Peng Wu Mountain, Wolong Snow Mountain, Fairy Mountain, and the God Clan?"

Feng Xian'er: "It can be understood in this way, if they all worship the gods as teachers, then why are the gods so much stronger than the other three factions?"

Long Wushuang: "I don't care about this now, but I want to understand the meaning of Ling Daotian's painting, why did he paint this painting, is it implying that if you want to find the three ancestors, you have to find the gods?"

Feng Xian'er: "Is that so?"

Long Wushuang: "I'm not sure. ”

Feng Xian'er looked at it carefully for a while: "The person sitting at the front, with the most focused expression, may be the founder of the Protoss." ”

Long Wushuang didn't know why: "Why?"

Feng Xian'er: "He listens the most seriously, and gets the most insights from the gods, so the gods are the most powerful, and also, in front of the gods, there is a puddle of water on the ground, and the feet of the disciple at the front are soaked in the water, and the back three are not, is it that the gods see him the most serious, and they also secretly favor him, so that he has obtained the infinite power of the gods, and that power is in the water." ”

Long Wushuang touched his chin: "Sounds like it makes sense." ”

Feng Xian'er continued: "Although the person sitting in the second place position tilted his head and seemed to be listening to the Divine Teachings, he seemed to be thinking, maybe he had some understanding and was pondering, probably he understood very hard, he couldn't understand it immediately, and he needed to constantly reflect, so it was possible that there were some things that he couldn't hear completely. ”

Long Wushuang looked at the man's demeanor carefully: "It seems to be." ”

Feng Xian'er: "At the end, there was a man and a woman, who seemed to be listening, but you look at their demeanor, they seem to be a little absent-minded, the body language of the two shows that they have a good impression of each other, and half of their minds are on each other's bodies, and it is difficult to say how much they can understand what the gods say." ”

Long Wushuang: "In this way, the one who sits in the first place is the founder of the Protoss, and the one who sits in the second place should be the founding patriarch of Wolong Snow Mountain, and the last two are the founding patriarchs of Pengwu Mountain, and the women are the founding patriarchs of Fairy Mountain." ”

Feng Xian'er nodded: "It should be like this, but are these founding patriarchs still there, what does Ling Daotian mean by this painting?"

Long Wushuang: "I don't know. ”

Feng Xian'er: "I think even if they don't fully understand what God says, their abilities will inevitably be monstrous, if we can find any one to help us, maybe we won't be afraid." ”

Long Wushuang: "It makes sense, it's just nerve-wracking." ”