Bai Long's explanation was also thorough, and the ghost nodded thoughtfully, only to hear Bai Long continue:

"Qiankun Gallery, listening to the wind pavilion door number, the four poems, three sentences do not leave the world, wind and rain, in other words, it is these four pictures, Qiankun cares about the world, this can be seen. ”

"So, I think! The secret to cracking the Qiankun Formation is in those four poems!"

As soon as Bai Long's words came out, he could be regarded as a start for himself, if he said that he was looking for a way, he would definitely look like a fly without a head.

But if you set a direction, you will be wrong.

Perhaps, it was a providential coincidence?

Maybe that's right.

"Uncle Ghost! You and I have been in this Tingfeng Pavilion all the time! According to my previous analysis, why can the three pictures of Qiankun trap people and die, it is because they want to be trapped in the map!"

The ghost frowned worriedly, and his eyes bent into disbelief

"Want to be trapped in Tuli?"

Mr. Bailong taught the shelf again, there was no book at this time, if there was any, it could be said that the people of Juxian Villa had to rub their eyes and look at it with admiration.

A pair of white dragons, the tone of a teacher:

"Yes, I volunteered to be trapped in the picture!"

"Uncle Ghost! Think about it! The three pictures of Qiankun, although they are weapons-like scrolls, but they are also ordinary scrolls, which can be viewed by others, and the people who view the paintings can also be divided into several types!"

"First, appreciate the elegance and vulgarity, linger, as if you are in it!"

"This kind of person is just looking at the painting, and the artistic conception in the painting does not contain distracting thoughts, so this is called being trapped in the painting!"

"Second, he is insatiable, lustful, and wants to take the peerless work for himself!"

"This kind of person! is just looking at paintings, but the value of watching paintings is disorganized, so this is called being trapped in the painting!"

The white dragon brushed it, his tongue seemed to have been chewing his tongue since he had just now, and he was a little tired, but this time he spoke much slower:

"Uncle Ghost! There is a third kind of people!"

"Oh?"

The ghost saw that it was light, and the white dragon continued:

"This third type of person is trapped in the meaning of painting! The so-called righteousness of painting is the benevolence and morality of being a peer. ”

"The world can paint not only Qiankun alone, but why Qiankun's paintings, can be called the best in the world? That is the meaning of painting, everyone looks at the painting, all drunk, no one wakes up, but in it, within the moral framework, I have to praise the works of others!"

The ghost is worried, the more he listens, the more confused he becomes, as far as Bailong said, these three types of people seem to be some mysteries of Qiankun's painting, and they are also an explanation for the formation to trap people.

But what does this have to do with cracking the mystery?

I only listened to Bailong continue, this time, he also learned from Jing Mingyue and started to write poetry

"Everyone is drunk!

"Everyone looks at the four seasons! I look at reincarnation!"

"Everyone looks at heaven and earth! I look at the desolation!"

"Everyone, look at the creatures! I see the life!"

"Everyone, watch people, and I watch!"

"One positive and one negative!"

"The helplessness of two long rivers of time!"

"Listen to the Wind Pavilion! Listen to the Wind! Qiankun Gallery!

The ghost is worried, and he has to take it, this time, the white dragon said with a grunt.

is not only an open-mouthed start, but also the poems of Juxian Villa are also handy.

Jing Mingyue glanced at it, he, the second brother, is so capable, and he is also happy to be the younger brother, and he can't help but worry a lot before.

In desperation, the ghost was sad and clapped his hands three times

"Bang! bang。。。 Syllable!... ”

This last time, slightly

With a lot of force, there were some gray yuan force fluctuations, and the meaning of the ghost was very clear.

These three slaps are on the spank!

The white dragon finally couldn't hold back anymore and laughed:

"Uncle Ghost! Since this painting array is trapping! Why don't we think backwards? Jump out of the painting array! Come back to look at the painting! That is to say, if we go out of the Wind Pavilion and listen to the sound of the wind again, will we have a different experience?"

Bai Long's words, the ghost saw sorrow finally a little eyebrows, jumped out of the circle, maybe he would see more clearly, Ghost saw sorrow thought of the previous Kui Xiao's lagging behind, only to see some clues of the ghost spider.

I knew what I was doing, and I answered,

"Stinky boy! What do you mean by going around in such a big circle?"

The ghost is a little confused, originally if he said a word, he could explain it clearly, why he had to go around in such a big circle, but in the end he still didn't explain it, it can also be said, it was not explicitly said.

Since Bailong has become a teacher, he has the appearance of a teacher:

"Uncle Ghost, it's good to get it! But if someone understands, doesn't understand, then I don't know! Huh?"

The white dragon snorted out of thin air, but it alarmed a living creature, and this living creature was that pair of eyes.

The mirror and the moon were in the sun, moon, ice and fire mirror, and it was absolutely impossible to see the pair of eyes, because at this moment, these eyes were actually flashing, flashing, and blinking in the dark corner of the space of the Listening Wind Pavilion.

Bailong's voice is for the ghosts, although it is inexplicable, but it is inexplicable for other people, of course they know about the ghosts.

"The wall has ears!"

At this time, he had never left the Qiankun Gallery at all, and the previous conversations had been heard by the Demon Pupil, although Bai Long said a lot, but it was also the key to cracking the Qiankun Array.

Seeing the sorrow, the afterglow skimmed around, and sure enough, the place where the afterglow passed, like a startling fish, the darkness in the corner, there were bursts of fluctuations, as if someone was walking on the water, or swimming quickly in the water.

The ghost saw that he was sad and showed a smile, but seeing that the white dragon was also smiling, it would not be an exaggeration to say that there was a knife hidden in his smile.

Bai Long continued to be a teacher:

"Uncle Ghost, what do you say, if someone has also entered this Qiankun Painting Array?"

Seeing that the ghost was worried, his eyes rolled, and he seemed to deliberately raise his voice:

"Yes, Long'er! That's a good question, let me think about it!"

"According to the legend of the Oriental family, there is a mechanism in the Qiankun Gallery!"

"I don't know where this mechanism is, but this mechanism can temporarily break the formation in the gallery!"

"If someone also enters this formation, you can use this method, but it's just a little difficult for that person. ”

The white dragon cooperated:

"Oh, Uncle Ghost, what do you say?"

The ghost saw the sorrowful afterglow sweeping around, and snickered in his heart:

"Hooked!"

He continued:

"Well, in the gallery! somewhere in the walls of this space!

"However, the energy in this space wall is terrifying, if you completely explore all the places in this space wall, you may have this chance to find the mechanism!"

"Although the mechanism is activated, it is only a very short time, and it is enough to come up with a Qiankun Formation Formation. ”

And only one person can go out!"

The ghost saw the sorrow and finally emphasized it, and smiled with satisfaction, and when Bailong heard it, he stopped talking and smiled with satisfaction.

The white dragon skimmed over the dark corners of the surrounding space, and at this time, the subtle fluctuations like water ripples came frequently,

"The Magic Pupil is moving!"

At this time, the white dragon had some understanding of the power of the Demon Pupil.

Slightly different from the ability of the ghost spider, the magic pupil can hide in things, only revealing two pupils, and observe and obtain information.

The ghost saw the sorrow, and the afterglow once again skimmed to the dark corners around him.

The ghost guessed that the reason why the Demon Pupil was able to enter this Qiankun Painting Array was not because he had this ability, but because someone trapped him here.

According to the hint in Bai Long's secret words just now, the three painting arrays are all trapped people, but they have disappeared, so this largest Qiankun painting array must also be used to trap people!

This trapped person! Probably the Demon Pupil!

But fortunately, the demon pupil did not follow the ghost spider, which also dispelled some of the ghosts' worries.

From this point of view, the black clouds and the net seem to have nothing to do with each other, each has its own purpose, and it is even more of a trip, the ink saint midnight, plus the sun and moon god, against a ghost spider that is already in a half-crippled state, it should not be much of a problem.

The ghost saw that the voice fell, and in the Wind Pavilion, there was no longer the eyes of the demon pupil, maybe as the ghost conjectured, the demon pupil was the one who was eager to break out of the formation at this time.

As the breath of the demon pupil disappeared, Jing Mingyue still didn't notice it, and it was even more sad that the white dragon and the ghost were worried, and Jing Mingyue didn't pay attention to this secret conversation, and her eyes kept looking at the sun, moon, ice and fire mirror.

At this time, the blood red in the mirror was much more intense than before, and it seemed that it was getting closer and closer to the tomb of the ancestral dragon.

At this time, a figure appeared in the space.

This person was an old man in gray robes and withered hair, it was the Mo Shengzi Ye, and I saw Midnight appear in the mirror image, suspended in the blood-red space.

For a long time, Midnight smiled strangely, and left a few ink-colored handwriting in the space, and the ink-colored handwriting turned out to be some strange words.

No, to, enter, ancestor, dragon, of, tomb, hurry, escape!

These words, Jing Mingyue can see clearly, but it is a little different from the previous text prison, the Yuan Force on these words is the kind of power that is enough to take people's lives.

Seeing that these handwritings were scattered and gradually disappeared into the surrounding environment, Mo Shengzi Ye, violently withdrew his hands, behind his hands, and made another round of rounds, and laughed wildly:

"Hahaha! Kuixiao! Ah, Kuixiao! I didn't expect it! Back then! That Dry Bone Holy Body was originally mine!"

"It's all you!

"It's all you! I was forced to come to the tomb of the ancestral dragon!

"You would never have imagined that the battle of the Heavenly Martial Arts! was caused by this Dry Bone Holy Body!"

"No one else knows! I know it well!"

"Demon bones! Fallen Yuan! Destroy Tianzun!"

Mo Shengzi glanced at the scattered arrangement of the words for a week again, smiled with satisfaction, and continued to talk to himself, his eyes were extremely cruel

"This text soul destroying array is your grave!"

"Hmph, wait until you go to the tomb of the ancestral dragon! That dry bone holy body!

"Hahaha!

"Kuixiao!

"Myeloid eater! I didn't kill your soul!"

"This time! I'll see how you escape!"

Mo Sheng's midnight seemed to have torn his face, maybe these words had been suppressed for a long time, and the white dragon and the ghost were also turned around.

The ghost saw everything in the mirror, and Mo Shengzi Ye did not find the world outside the mirror, which means that this time, the Sun and Moon God was not discovered by Mo Shengziye, so everyone also saw the scene just now.

Mo Shengzi said that the murderous appearance was revealed, but what he said was more like deliberate, what the situation was, everyone could not tell it, and they could only know by going to the tomb of the ancestral dragon.

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