Out of the gate, Xie Yan turned around and saw the wooden door behind him slowly closing, and the back of the Taoist disappeared into the crack of the door little by little, until finally it was completely invisible. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Eleventh floor of the Legacy Tower."

Xie Yan raised his head and looked at the void, which was larger than all the towers below, and it looked like a real sky, but under this firmament, Xie Yan did not feel the power of cultivation, but instead sensed that there was a restless aura hidden in the air, which was the power of 'calamity'. Xie Yan had heard that in ancient times, monks cultivated tribulations, and every time they ascended to a realm, a heavenly tribulation would descend, so they were called scattered immortals, which meant those strong people who were not recognized by the orthodoxy of heaven and earth.

It was an era of scattered immortals.

A period of development to its peak, until there were earth-shattering changes, that era disappeared, and some people obtained the cultivation of the true practice from the relics of history, which led to the later era. And in the space in front of him, there is actually a hidden breath of calamity, does that mean that this is an ancient time and space, an ancient space that was intercepted by a great power with supreme supernatural powers.

"If there really is such a strong person, how powerful it will be."

Xie Yan thought in his heart and walked forward along the path.

There is only one road here, and the rest of the places are nothingness, from the nothingness, Xie Yan felt the breath of danger, especially the breath of the imminent arrival of the Black Book Exercise in his body, that is also a calamity, the same realm as in ancient times, to a certain extent, the Black Book Exercise is very similar to the ancient method of scattering immortals.

......

"It's the fourth floor!!"

Outside the Inheritance Tower, Xuan Qingzi and the other elders looked at the flickering light on the Inheritance Tower with shocked faces, and their voices trembled a little.

Originally, there were two people who entered the third layer, but one of them disappeared not long after entering the third layer, and some elders were worried before, but now no one paid attention to it at all, because a point of light entered the fourth layer!

What does the fourth layer represent? That's the old monster.

Even in the entire Yuan Sea area, there is no powerhouse of this level.

In the fourth layer of the inheritance tower, Xiao Liman saw a different speed of time for the first time, in this layer, he stayed for three whole years, originally only a disciple-level forbidden supernatural power, but now it directly burst out with the power of almost half-step foundation-building, especially the forbidden puppet he got before, all the silk threads inside came to life, and the prohibition inside, Xiao Liman had never been in contact with it. In order to study these prohibitions, he sat here for more than two years, and it was not until the third year that he found a clue and realized a new prohibition.

Not long after he realized this prohibition, he was forcibly pushed to the fourth floor of the Inheritance Tower by a force, without even passing through the stairs.

After entering this layer, Xiao Liman quickly woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Xiao Liman saw a middle-aged scribe wearing a Spring and Autumn Confucian robe sitting in front of a stone tablet, and sighed with emotion.

"The prohibition is as complicated as the sea, and the refutation is like a curtain. When is the end? It's just that when I think of someone taking the stars as a forbidden and the galaxy as a chess, I feel small. ”

Seeing this scene, Xiao Liman was overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"Junior disciple Xiao Liman, I have seen my predecessors."

In Xiao Liman's opinion, since this person appeared in the inheritance tower, he was naturally the sage of the Daoyan Sect, but unfortunately, the middle-aged scribe didn't seem to hear his voice at all, and still talked to himself.

Take a picture of time!

Xiao Liman reacted quickly.

This middle-aged scribe is not a real person, nor is it a projection of residual thoughts, but in a certain period of time and space, this middle-aged scribe once sat here quietly, only because he was too powerful, so powerful that heaven and earth could not forget, so he was recorded by heaven and earth, leaving a shadow, this shadow is called time projection, also called the memory of heaven. It means the memory of the heavens. Of course, some people say that the photo of time is just an illusion, not a reality, and a special natural phenomenon. Of course, no one knows how.

Xiao Liman also saw such a thing as a time photo for the first time, and he didn't dare to get too close while being curious.

Just after the middle-aged scribe finished sighing, he began to comprehend the stele. It didn't take long for a figure to come out from behind the stone tablet, this person was also middle-aged, wearing a gray cloth robe, scattered black hair, hands behind his back, square face, resolute face, and a wisp of sword intent that could not be hidden between his eyebrows.

"Everyone in the world calls you a saint and a Confucian, but in my opinion, you are a poor sour, not only verbose, but also very troublesome."

The Nine Ancient Paths, the Holy Confucianism is among them!

It's just that he rarely comes out and walks around, so there are not many people who really know him, and those who know him well call him poor and sour, but in the mouth of the world, he is holy.

"How can you get free and easy for Brother Dao in the year of the wind."

The middle-aged scribe laughed heartily and waved his sleeves to his feet.

"Banning this kind of thing is still more suitable for you."

"I'm just learning from my predecessors, not original. It's a pity that the world doesn't know and call me a saint, which is really wrong. Before me, Confucianism existed for a long time, but it was just ......"

The two drifted apart, and the voices faded away.

This is the end of the time and space photoshoot.

Xiao Liman stood in place and muttered silently.

"Brother Feng Nian, Holy Confucian?"

After writing down these two names, Xiao Liman got up, ready to continue to study his forbidden way, in the inheritance tower, as long as he decides the path he takes, what he sees when he comes in is relevant knowledge, Xiao Liman refines the prohibition, and what he learns when he comes in is naturally the way of prohibition.

It's just that as soon as Xiao Liman stood up, he felt that the sky on this layer had darkened.

The wind was blowing and the sand was rolling. The clouds above it collapsed, and black clouds were clustered. Above the calm sky, a huge hole appeared, and the black vortex twisted and devoured everything around it, like a black hole, looking up, I saw that the center of the black hole slowly stretched out a hand, a hand holding a brush.

"How can there be such big hands?"

Xiao Liman was completely stunned.

Big Hand ignored his reaction, just picked up the pen and swiped lightly on the ground below.

"A one-off spring and autumn!"

Click......

It's just a simple stroke, but it's such a simple stroke, but it is mixed with a kind of power that Xiao Liman can't understand completely. This brush is actually a ban as ink, a stroke falls, the ban is like a sea, this kind of arrangement of the speed of the ban, who can compare with today?

"How can there be such a method? Is this still a ban? ”

Before the thought arose, the power of the brush fell on Xiao Liman's body, and the prohibition like a tide quickly submerged him.

Rumble!!

Outside the tower, the entire tower body shook, and then a figure flew out from where the fourth floor was located.

"It's Xiao Liman!"

Suddenly, an elder discovered this scene and hurriedly flew up to catch Xiao Liman. But Xiao Liman was completely stunned at this moment, he didn't expect that he would be swept out like this. And he didn't even pass through the passage, he came out directly, and then looked at the inheritance tower, there was no damage to the tower body at all, that is to say, Fang Cai's stroke, exerted a power that was almost spatial distortion, and forcibly threw him out.

"Forbidden, that hand is forbidden to transfigulate. It's just that...... Can banning really do this? ”