A sentence was shouted, and the dragon qi of the Qin family's ancestral land actually had a rippling meaning, and Armang also looked up at me.

I stepped on the seven-star step and shouted: "One step to return to the stars, two steps to hide the evil, three steps to the water against the current, four steps to destroy the evil, five steps to thunder Gongwu, six steps to six Ding God, seven steps to the green dragon and Taiyi, pick up the thunder and fire for thousands of miles." ”

With every step I take, the dragon qi of the ancestral land gathers a point towards me. By the time I had finished my seven steps, I was already wrapped in sky-high luck. I knelt down on one knee and cut my palm with my fingers, and the blood flowed down the palm to the dragon vein, and in an instant the dragon vein seemed to be alive, like a giant dragon about to soar from the ground, but no matter how he tossed it, there were eight heavenly locks under the bronze coffin, and he was firmly trapped here.

I suddenly sealed my hands and shouted: "Doukui Seven Stars, the Spirit of the Spirits, the Six Ding Jade Girl, Ziwei Four Hours, recite it a hundred times, and the Seven Truths should appear!" Today, borrow the Qin family's dragon qi to find the sword of the past three thousand! ”

Blood continued to flow into the dragon veins along my wounds, my face became more and more pale, and the dragon qi around me was getting thicker and thicker, and the copper coffin above was constantly trembling, and the shaking chains were loud, as if they couldn't suppress the soaring dragon qi, Armand stood aside and looked at the constantly shaking chains, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

In front of the ancestral land, three thousand dragon qi gathered here, and a blurred picture appeared on the dragon qi, and I stared at the picture of an old tree, and then there was a cliff, and there were countless corpses and bones under the cliff, and people were terrified to see it.

"Boom!" , The picture lasted for a few seconds, and suddenly there was a terrifying breath under the bone-covered cliff, shattering the picture, I spit out a mouthful of blood and sat on the ground, that breath can actually come from the air, it is really not something I can deal with now.

"There...... What the hell is the place? Ling Han hurriedly ran to my side and helped me up, and the three thousand dragon qi were still in the dragon veins.

Qin Muyao walked up to me and handed me a tissue, and said slowly, "I also saw the picture just now. ”

"Do you know where it is?" , I hurriedly asked.

Qin Muyao was silent for a while and said, "I know there, but I won't let you go." ”

"Why?"

"Because there is an unfathomable figure there, when he killed two thousand three hundred people in the Demon Dao with a brush in his hand, he just drew a stroke."

"What? Use...... Pen! I looked at her in disbelief.

"How do you kill with a pen?"

Qin Muyao said: "In fact, it is rumored in the Yin and Yang Realm that he died in that battle, but no one dares to go in to find out, and no one knows where that place is, and later it was called the Holy Mound. ”

"You don't say you know?"

"I'm just saying I know but don't know how to get in, maybe not at all."

Hearing her words, my brows furrowed, and she seemed to have guessed what I was thinking, and chuckled, "It's okay to tell you, the place just now is a painting painted by that person." ”

"It doesn't look like a painting." , Yuan Hong muttered.

"You mean, the man...... Draw a world with a pen? I asked tentatively.

"That's right!"

"This ...... How is this possible! Yuanhong lost his voice.

I lowered my head and thought, when she said this, I remembered a person, more than 500 years ago, the Wu family in the Western Regions produced a painting saint Wu Qi, known as painting things live. At that time, I heard that there was a pinnacle battle in the Yin and Yang world, and the painting saint drew a world with a brush and trapped all the strong people in the Yin and Yang world, and only a few people escaped.

"One painting and one world, this is simply to the realm of the originator of our Buddhism, Wu Qi is really powerful." , Yuan Hong exclaimed.

He changed his words and said, "Lao Zhang, have you seen that the ancient tree in the picture just now is a little familiar?" ”

"Huh?" I looked at him suspiciously.

"Why do I feel so much like the Bodhi tree?" , Yuan Hong touched his head.

I thought about it and finally understood it.

"Monk, do you remember what Chu Liyan said that night when we were snatching the Bodhi fruit."

Yuan Hong held his chin in his hand and thought for a while, and said, "He said at the time...... Five hundred years ago, the Bodhi fruit was ......"

At this point, Enhiro looked at me in shock.

"That's right, it was the painting saint Wu Qi who injured Chu Lixian five hundred years ago! After he snatched the Bodhi fruit, he killed all those strong people, and Chu Li escaped with injuries. ”

"Why is there a linden tree in that world?" , Yuanhong asked.

"The Bodhi tree in the painting should have been painted by Wu Qi with a brush."

After I said this, there was silence for a while, not to mention how the holy mound entered, the painting saint beat Chu Li to a serious injury back then, five hundred years have passed, although he is a human being, but he is not dead, I really don't know. Since he has the ability to draw the world, we can only send it to death.

"What should I do?" , Ling Han asked.

"Since the sword of the past life is in Xiangdi, it means that the painting is also in Xiangdi, and it should not be difficult to find it." , I said.

"But this Hunan land is so large, we can't look for it little by little." , Ling Han pouted.

"I might be able to help you." , Qin Muyao said.

"Mu Yao, you ......"

"What am I, you brainless I won't help you, you don't know what to cause yet." , Qin Muyao rolled her eyes at me.

"Then you're very afraid that I'll cause trouble." , I smiled.

"I... Are you thinking too much, I'm going to worry about you? Qin Muyao said stiffly, a trace of blush welled up on her face, and she turned around and left the ancestral land.

I looked at her back and shook my head with a wry smile.

"Humph!" , Ling Han snorted coldly and walked out.

I was a little confused, and looked at Yuanhong, but this thing was pinching Armand's shoulder, with a servile face.

"Gone monk." , I said hello and Masahiro left the ancestral land.

The moment we stepped out of the door, Armand transformed into a giant python the size of a truck and disappeared into the darkness.

In the living room of the Qin family, the ** smell was a little strong, Ling Han and Mu Yao didn't speak, Yuan Hong and I were uncomfortable staying in the middle, and in the end I couldn't help it, as soon as I opened my mouth, before the words came out, the two women glared at me, and I was horrified to see it.

"That...... Mu Yao, what can you do. I said, bowing my head.

"What can I tell you!"

"Zhang Xiao, it's a big deal, I'll accompany you to find it from place to place, why do you have to ask others." , Ling Han said without showing weakness, and grabbed my sleeve with his hand.

I'm so puzzled that the two women who were like glue like good sisters an hour ago are now turning their faces when they say they are turning their faces, which is really a bit unpredictable, no wonder people say that women have needles in their hearts.

"Okay, then you go to find it, hundreds of thousands of square kilometers in Xiangdi, when you find it, the sword of the dead will have already been born."

"You ......"

Seeing that the two of them were about to start, they hurriedly waved their hands and said, "Okay!" Now is not the time to be angry, if you don't find the sword before it is born, everyone will wait to suffer. ”

The two girls snorted coldly and turned their heads over.

"Mu Yao tell me, what way?"

She said reluctantly: "Thirty miles away in Zhoujia Village, there is an old fortune teller named Jiang Lao, who is proficient in the art of divination of King Wen and can know the past and the future, he may be able to calculate the place of the painting." ”

"That's good! Let's go now! I slapped the table and decided the matter directly, I didn't want to stay here for a moment.

Qin Muyao arranged the car, and a few of us rushed to Zhoujia Village.

Along the way, I fell asleep directly on the seat, and when it was time, Matsuhiro woke me up.

"This Jiang Lao only shows people three trigrams every day, this is his rule, I don't know if it's full today." , Qin Muyao said.

After arriving in Zhoujia Village, the bungalow not far from the stone bridge was Jiang Lao's residence.

We walked up to us and knocked on the door, and a six or seven-year-old child poked his head out and said, "Master has been waiting for you inside for a long time." ”

Yuan Hong smiled: "Have you seen everyone who came to say this?" ”

The child snorted coldly and glared at Yuanhong dissatisfied.

"Guest, aren't you here to find the dead?" , and an old voice came from inside.

"This ...... Jiang Lao is really clever. I pulled Yuanhong open and pushed the door open and walked in.

The furnishings in the house are very simple, not like some fortune tellers now, living in a villa and driving a BMW, Jiang Lao is wearing a coarse linen coat and sitting on a chair smoking a cigarette pouch.

"Tea on the breeze." The old man commanded, and the child walked into the house angrily and served us hot tea.

I pulled a chair, sat opposite Jiang Lao, and said, "Jiang Lao, I'll ask you directly, do you know where that place is." ”

Jiang Lao glanced up at the roof, took a few puffs of cigarette pouches, and sighed: "Painting the saint Wu Qi, to say that he is really talented, since he can be called a saint, how can his handwriting be simple." ”

I nodded, what the old man said is indeed reasonable, since there are a few good stubbles who can be called saints in the Yin and Yang Realm, now the only one who can be made a saint in the entire Yin and Yang Realm is the old demon saint of the Heavenly Saint Sect, if Qin Muyao's father Qin Tian is not dead, he can also be called a saint, but it's a pity.

"I naturally know the world in the painting, but the old man has to see if a few friends have the courage to break through."

"Of course you will, you always know what kind of catastrophe it will be if the sword of the past is born and millions of ghosts return to the world." , I said to him.

"That's good, tomorrow night at nine o'clock in the center of Dongting Lake, the world in the painting is at the bottom of the lake." , the old man said slowly.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

"You're welcome."

Just as I was about to get up to leave, I remembered something and asked, "Elder Jiang, do you think we will succeed this time?" ”

"This old man can't say it, there are some things, not only will I be punished if I say it, but it will also be the opposite."

"Then we'll take our leave." , I said, getting up.

"I send a message to Xiaoyou, the sword of the past life has a fate with Xiaoyou."

I stopped and said, "Elder Jiang, I know." ”

Before leaving, Qin Muyao gave the child a red envelope, and the child stiffened his neck and said: "You are my master's fourth wave of guests today, my master will not accept your money, and my master is not the kind of god stick who is deceived and deceived." ”

With that, he closed the door.

We left laughing and crying, and it wasn't until many years later that this child shined in the Yin and Yang Realm, and I learned that this child named Ling Tian had a pair of heavenly eyes just like me.