After sorting out the shock and joy in his heart, he took a sharp breath, jumped off the canopy, and looked at the hut.

The thatched hut is dilapidated, and it is still there after endless years, which is very strange in itself, and how can it be a mundane thing accompanied by the ancient unicorn tree?

"Why do I feel like there is an endless time and space surging, and the thatched hut seems to be incomparably old, as if it has been polished by the precipitation of history. ”

The distance is very short, Xiaoyao stands under the ancient unicorn tree and looks at the thatched hut, the more he looks, the more mysterious he feels, a strange feeling swells up in his heart, what he sees in front of him is like a mottled site of time and space, and the breath of time is permeating.

"Could it be that this thatched hut was the cultivation dojo of Yuan Zun back then, or is it a habitat in his old age?"

"Is there still a god in this world? The saints are all ethereal, does that life height creature exist in this heaven and earth?"

The thatched hut is silent, and the ancient unicorn trees reflect each other, and it is peaceful here. “

Look at this place, there is a wooden plaque with ancient characters on it, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will almost ignore it, because the wooden planks are really dilapidated.

An almost decaying wooden plaque, engraved with two ancient characters, like a dragon and snake coiled, endless mystery. This kind of ancient character is somewhat obscure, does not belong to the existence of this ancient history, and is more or less inconsistent.

"No vain!" said Xiao Yao as he asked the sword spirit to look at the ancient character.

"Nothing is delusional!" Xiao Yao muttered these two words carefully, why is a thatched hut in vain, is it a place where Yuan Zun wants to throw away karma and demons, precipitate his body, and polish his mind?

He can only interpret it from a simple literal meaning, and this thatched hut also fits the word "Wufu".

There is a saying that the longer a monk walks, the more karma and demons he leaves behind, which are so mysterious that they cannot be touched, and most people cannot get rid of them.

After a long period of time, this kind of inner demon will precipitate and accumulate into a fatal problem, which will directly affect one's own cultivation and even one's life!

I can't imagine that an existence like Yuanzun, a character who can live across the heavens, also needs to be quiet and precipitated. Xiaoyao was almost certain that this was definitely the former dojo of Yuan Zun, and if he had changed to someone else, he didn't believe in such mysteries, although it was just an ethereal feeling.

On the way here, it was full of gravel and ruins, and many of the ruined stone pillars were comparable to giant beasts, and you can imagine how magnificent the ruins used to be.

There is a strange contrast between this and here, this thatched hut seems to be more and more mysterious, more and more extraordinary, like the enlightenment of the gods in their later years, after years without collapse, still standing here.

Is this in the Yuanzun Palace? If so, how should the ruins before be explained, the woman who has passed away once said that Yuanzun blessed many followers to escape to the void realm in the void, who else can do anything about this?

If all the speculations are correct, it is undoubtedly unbelievable, it is very likely that this is not the interior of the Yuanzun Palace, it may be an independent space, after all, it is from the handwriting of a person like Yuanzun!

A house, a tree, a ruin, as if in a different world, silent and mysterious, deeply affected.

He suddenly remembered something, hooked the corners of his mouth, strode forward, and walked directly towards the hut, shocked by this mysterious qi, and actually forgot the inheritance left by Yuanzun, like waking up from a dream.

The hut is neither big nor small, like a place where mortals in the world live.

As soon as I stepped in, I felt a little empty, but there was a light that attracted Xiaoyao's gaze, and it was emitted by a copper lamp.

The bronze lamp looks ordinary, some quaint, he approached and reached out to touch, the hand is very warm, there is no metal cold, but like grasping a piece of jade.

"Hey, the hut is full of dust, but the copper lamp is dustless, as if it can isolate the dust, how many years have passed. ”

It is absolutely impossible for anyone to come to this space, even Yuanzun's follower Xiandie is unlikely to come, and she only knows that Yuanzun has left a legacy, but she doesn't know the specifics.

And the dust here has accumulated a thick layer, full of the traces of time, but the copper lamp is spotless, so it is ancient.

Xiaoyao's pupils contracted suddenly, and he suddenly discovered a terrible thing, this bronze lamp is still bright!

He didn't realize this problem for a while, and when he held it in his hand, he suddenly thought that this terrible light came from it, and he was really amazed.

"There must be something special about this bronze lamp, it can stay here, and not a single stitch or thread is a vulgar thing. ”

can accompany the god for many years, even if it is a stubborn stone, it can turn decay into magic.

"It's empty here, too, and there seems to be nothing left but the copper lamps. "I looked around, but unfortunately I didn't see any other utensils, and this bronze lamp doesn't look like a heritage!

Xiaoyao held the spotless bronze lamp, the faint line of fire in which emitted a little light, full of softness, and his gaze was fixed, observing the surface of the object.

Suddenly, he heard a faint voice, as if coming from outside the sky, very ethereal, like a hallucination.

At first, Xiaoyao confirmed that he had heard it wrong, but the mysterious sound gradually became louder, lingering in the whole thatched hut, like Hong Zhong Dalu vibrating, vast, extraordinary, mysterious.

From the moment this sound sounded, the whole hut was completely renewed, and there was a flow of Dao rhyme, which was a terrible Dao rhyme, like an abyss, as if it was about to fall into it.

And the thatched hut suddenly became dust-free, and the dust accumulated over the years disappeared without a trace, in short, it became a bit fairy.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously with his hands, thinking that he was attracted by the sound again and fell into a different scene, but the truth was otherwise, this hut had indeed changed, and it could only be said that it was magical.

At this time, the childlike voice of the sword spirit sounded: "Master, there is something extraordinary here, and the creature who once stayed here is definitely a master!"

"Yuanzun, is this really the place where you left your legacy?"

He whispered to himself, what he had just heard and seen, although it was short, but why it was so real made him fascinated for a while, and he couldn't help but think of the scene when he was at the underground altar, but one was weird and full of killing, and the other was simple and full of mysteries.

Gazing at the copper lamp in his hand, but there is no special feeling anymore, there are some patterns engraved on it, simple and natural, plain, without the slightest abnormality.

"Was that sound coming from this brass lamp?"

"No matter, put it away first, it's a treasure anyway!" said and put it directly into the spirit bag.

Then he walked slowly into the hut, where in addition to the bronze lamp, there was also a futon behind it, almost blending with the dust, if it were not for the sword spirit's warning, I would not know that there was such a thing.

Blowing away the dust, the futon also revealed its true face, as if it was used for meditation, the dust has been sealed for so long, and it has not been wiped out by the years, and you can still see a little bit of brilliance flowing.

Xiaoyao is very happy in his heart, the more such treasures are naturally the better, and he will study slowly in the future, and he may be able to find something along the vine.

A copper lamp, a futon, the more I think about it, the more I feel that this is a place of retreat, and the wooden plaque at the door has the word "no delusion", which should be correct.

Then he pulled every inch of the hut once, wondering if he would hide something extraordinary, but he didn't get anything.

Just around the corner, behind the futon, a portrait hangs in a very inconspicuous position.

"What's that!" exclaimed.

The portrait that catches your eye is a middle-aged man, this person is heroic and extraordinary, and his eyebrows are full of bearing.

His body seems to be comparable to the mountains, a kind of momentum that dominates the heavens and the earth leaks sideways, and the freedom comes from feeling shocked in the heart, this is not an illusion! The portrait people frozen there seem to have the great power to reverse the world, it is simply incredible!

With the stars under his feet, he was in the depths of the starry sky, covering the blue sky and the sun, covering all souls, and even a hundred thousand universes could not compare to his light.

What a style it is, it gives people an incomparably terrible feeling!

The carefree eyes stared at the portrait, deeply impressed by it, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, this is just a portrait, with such momentum, if a real person is in the world, what kind of scene should it be!

"This person, is it Yuanzun?" Xiaoyao whispered, I'm afraid that only a creature like Yuanzun has such momentum.

"Sword Spirit, can you feel the portrait?"

The sword spirit replied in Xiaoyao's heart: "Yes, the person in this portrait is unpredictable, not only is his strength strong, but his bearing and soul are also detached to a point, unprovoked and terrifying!"

is even more sure that this person is Yuanzun, and what he thinks is strong may not necessarily reach the top of the universe, but the sword spirit thinks so, then it is really unimaginable!

He couldn't help but say with a wicked taste, "Sword Spirit, what do you think of him compared to the Asura God of War?"

"Master, although I don't have an incomplete memory, I know that the old master has killed all the gods and Buddhas trembling, and he can collapse the holy land of ancient times without holding an artifact, reflecting time and space, and it is rare for a god to fight with him, let alone compare!"

"Although the person in this portrait is unfathomable, it still cannot be compared with the old master!"

"But this Yuan Zun is also definitely a demon against the sky, he can sit on the Qilin Ancient Tree, and the invincible people of an era are absolutely immeasurable, and there are countless monks in heaven and earth, but there are too few such existences, almost nothing!"

After listening to the words of the Sword Spirit, Xiaoyao suddenly felt a burst of guilt, arranging the God of War and Yuanzun like this, it was too bad fun, but he had their great immortal fate!

I am also their heir, although we have never met, but this is indeed the reason! Of course, it is only half now, after all, I haven't been able to get the most important part, inheritance!

Standing in front of the portrait, looking at the world-class powerhouse who can stand up to the sky, how gorgeous it is, how amazing and gorgeous, but now it has finally disappeared, leaving only this bronze lamp, futon, portrait...