In the tens of thousands of explorations in the border wastelands, some halls have been opened, and some heavenly darlings have benefited from them, while some halls have been discovered, but they have never been allowed to enter, and some halls have disappeared, as if they exist in legends.

Obviously, this map of the Heavenly Demon Sect is not complete, in the eighty-one halls, only the information of the forty-nine halls has been obtained, obviously after hundreds of searches, forty-two have been turned into ruins, and the treasures inside have long been taken, and now there are only seven halls that still shine on the map.

Time is pressing, if there is no harvest in half a month, you can only obediently return to the ground through the abyss of death, otherwise you will stay here, without the support of the aura of heaven and earth, the Jindan monk will only die of old age.

Moreover, among the Jindan True Monarchs of the Great Qin Kingdom, Mo Wentian was the first to go to the ruins of the imperial city, which was regarded as a preemption, and now the first priority was to find a way to open a large hall and get as much benefit as possible in it.

Mo Wentian carefully determined the location, and found that the closest hall to him was a large hall called 'Danqing Palace', which was not very far from the direction of the city gate.

When Mo Wentian found the hall, he wanted to understand the reason, the hall was magnificent, there were hundreds of zhang in circumference, eight or nine zhang high, I don't know what material was built, and a faint golden light appeared everywhere, which seemed incomparably brilliant.

However, it is surprising that there are no doors around the main hall, only walls painted with murals on all sides. There is no way to enter at all, Mo Wentian stretched out his hand and slapped it on the wall, his palm was so strong that it was enough to break a mountain range, but when it was slapped on that wall, it was mud into the sea, and there was no movement at all.

"Strange?" Mo Wentian was slightly stunned, and immediately raised his forehead and sighed to himself: "Why do you do stupid things?" If it were so simple, this Danqing Hall would have been in ruins long ago. ”

However, the main hall in the ruins of the Imperial City is the residence of the eighty-one ancient true kings of the Nine Fingers Imperial City. It is impossible for this Danqing Hall to be built without a door. The ancient true king returned to the mansion to rest, and it was impossible to break through the wall and drill holes to enter, right?

Mo Wentian couldn't figure it out, so he looked around the main hall, and he found it on the walls around the main hall. A huge mural is painted. It depicts the prosperity of the old castle of Uemi.

The background of the mural is an imposing castle. I don't know how many thousand miles there is, and the area is enough to be more than 100 times that of Daxing City, and the streets inside are like a network. The scattered buildings are like the sea, and the high attics are innumerable. Moreover, the pedestrians on the street shuttle, the car is like flowing water, the horse is like a dragon, and a prosperous and lively peaceful scene jumps out, which makes people can't help but be fascinated.

"I wonder who painted it? How lifelike is it? ”

Mo Wentian was amazed, as if watching a miracle, he circled around the main hall, and when he came to the front of the main hall, his eyes couldn't help but be a little straight.

But I saw a mural on my face, but it was a golden hall, and the glazed tiles on it were shining with golden light, just like the Danqing Hall in front of me, as if it was copied according to the main hall in front of me.

"Could it be that the city painted on this wall is the Nine-Fingered Imperial City in ancient times? The big hall above is the Danqing Palace? ”

Mo Wentian couldn't help but be puzzled, and couldn't help but compare carefully, and suddenly found that there was a door in the Danqing Hall in the painting, which was a black stone door, which hooked up and surrounded each other and hid a dragon, which was not easy to find at first glance, but after discovering it, the more he looked at it, the more he felt it was clear, the tail and claws were lifelike, the charm was extremely realistic, and it was even more unbeatable at a glance, as if all living beings were respected by me.

Mo Wentian was amazed, regarded it as a strange thing in the world, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it, each dragon scale was shining with golden light, and his fingers flicked on it, and there was a burst of cold breath, as if he was caressing a living thing.

Mo Wentian even had the illusion that he was stroking a real dragon, and there was a sense of intoxication, and when his fingers swept over the dragon's neck and flicked on the crescent-shaped scale armor, he suddenly shook his whole body, and his limbs immediately stiffened.

As if he had offended some kind of supreme majesty, a fear from the depths of his soul spread, making Mo Wentian shudder, not that he was timid, but that fear was not under his control at all, emerging from his heart, and instantly controlling his body.

The dragon on the stone wall seemed to come to life, and let out an angry dragon groan, which suddenly came out of the stone wall, as if it was rolling thunder, tens of thousands of fierce beasts roared in unison, and Mo Wentian's eardrum was like a crack, and his head suddenly buzzed, as if the heavens and the earth were cracking, and he fell to the ground softly.

The dragon's groan came suddenly, but it disappeared more quickly, as if it had never happened.

"This ......"

Mo Wentian immediately came back to his senses, got up on the ground in shock, and hurriedly looked up at the mural, but saw that the dragon in the painting was just like what he had seen before, with teeth and claws coiled on the stone wall, without the slightest abnormality.

"What's going on? Is it a hallucination? ”

Mo Wentian condensed his eyes like not believing in evil, and two eyes like lightning swept away, but he saw that the dragon did not have any life breath at all, it was simply a painted dead thing, but when his eyes swam to the dragon's eyes, he was surprised.

"Strange, why doesn't this dragon have eyes?"

Mo Wentian frowned slightly, and suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred in his mind, remembering a legend from ancient times, which was when he consulted the classics of the Abyss of Death, he got some legends and anecdotes about some of the true kings of the Nine-Fingered Imperial City, and he didn't know if the Dao was true or false?

It is rumored that the ancient frontier wasteland was under the rule of the Nine Fingers Imperial City, when the heaven and earth were full of spiritual energy, and it was a period of geniuses, and eighty-one Yuanying True Kings emerged, all of whom were famous figures, and their legends have been circulated in the border wilderness to this day.

Among the eighty-one true kings, there is a Danqing true king, and he is good at Danqing painting, he paints flowers, birds, fish, insects, rare birds and beasts, etc., no matter what is painted vividly, just like the real thing. He drew a hen on the ground, and eagles swirled around in the sky; He painted wild wolves on the mountain, and the cattle and sheep did not dare to go up the mountain to graze; He paints cats all the time at home, so that no mice come back to patronize.

Especially after he became a real king, his painting skills seemed to be even more magical, no matter what he painted, it would become real, and the birds he painted could chirp and fly in the sky; The painted fish can swim freely in the water; Draw an eyeless white crane, accidentally splash a drop of ink on his face, the white crane opens its eyes, flapps its wings and carries him to the sky.

Therefore, he drew the dragon without eyes, because he was afraid that after the eyes were clicked, the dragon would break through the wall and fly away and become a real dragon.

The legend of the finishing touch of the Danqing True King, Mo Wentian only regarded it as a false rumor by later generations, but praised the true king's superb painting skills, there is no such thing at all? Now it seems that it may not be fake.

If this dragon is painted by the True King of Danqing, I wonder if Lu Dao is dotted with eyes, will it really break through the wall and fly away?

Mo Wentian was immediately a little moved, stretched out his hand with two fingers together, hesitated in mid-air for a long time, and suddenly seemed to have made up his mind, his fingers were like a pen on his eyes, and the spell was like falling ink.

In an instant, the unthinkable thing happened suddenly, the dragon's whole body was full of golden light, he couldn't open his eyes, only heard an earth-shattering dragon groan, the dragon hovered away from the stone gate, flew out of the wall, and with a long groan, it went straight into the distance, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Mo Wentian was dumbfounded, looking up at the direction in which the dragon had disappeared, it was really unbelievable, but the facts were in front of him, but he had to believe it.

I didn't expect the legend to be true, the true king of Danqing really has such a magical ability, Mo Wentian is surprised and admired, although the dragon of Zhilu Dao is still ink in essence, not only does it not have any thoughts, but it does not survive for too long, as if it is a puppet that exists for a short time, but the true king's methods are still fascinating.

After the dragon broke through the wall, the stone door painted on the wall slowly opened, cracking a crack that revealed the light, but I didn't expect the temple door to be painted on the wall.

Mo Wentian was immediately pleasantly surprised, no wonder for tens of thousands of years, no monk has been able to enter the Danqing Palace, it turns out that there is no door to enter, but the temple door is painted on the wall, only to drive away the flying dragon entrenched on the stone door, can open the stone door on the wall.

This may be the exam question of the Danqing True King, for tens of thousands of years, only Mo Wentian has the honor to crack it, he is naturally extremely excited, and he does not hesitate at the moment, and steps forward to push open the stone door.

'Squeak', the heavy stone door was pushed open, and he walked into the inside of the main hall, without looking up, but the majestic pressure on his face, countless powerful breaths like fierce beasts, made him want to turn around and flee immediately.

Mo Wentian stabilized his mind, and his feet fell in the hall with some instability, so he hurriedly looked up, but saw that in the middle of the hall, there were hundreds of giant screens.

But what is shocking is that on the top of those screens, there is a fierce beast painted in ancient times, and there is a snake with six legs and four wings; There are black-bodied, barefoot, pheasant-like beaks; There is a flat-headed beast with the body of a fish and a snake's tail; There are strange fish shaped like nine ox tails and two snake heads......

These are all ancient fierce beasts, the famous fierce name has become a legend, and it is difficult to find one now, and the sixth-order marrow eating beasts of the Wuji Gate are impressively listed, and those fierce beasts that are not extinct are also in the deepest part of the Million Demon Mountain, and they are usually hidden.

The aura of these fierce beasts is extremely powerful, as if they want to choose people to eat, Mo Wentian stood in front of the palace gate, hundreds of breaths that made him tremble and frightened pressed on his body, and he suddenly lost his responsibility, fortunately, these fierce beasts did not draw their eyes, otherwise don't say that it is him, I am afraid that the true king of Yuanying will temporarily avoid his edge. (To be continued......)