Jiang Pingchuan stood in the main hall of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with the hairball in his arms, waiting for the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion to open, he really regretted that he still didn't have a long heart, and actually forgot to ask Chu Yunge how he could get out.

Looking at the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that was still tightly closed, Jiang Pingchuan sighed, put the hairball on the ground, and ran to the door to pull the door hard, but no matter how much true qi he used, the door in front of him was like a monk with an elm head, and he didn't move at all.

"Jiang boy, don't tell me you can't get out," Maoqiu leaned against the stone pillar in the main hall, stretched out his paws, gently stroked his fat belly, and asked lazily.

Seeing Jiang Pingchuan nodded, the hairball jumped up instantly, as if someone had pricked his ass with a needle, and walked around Jiang Pingchuan a few times with wide eyes and lay back on all fours.

"It's over, isn't this a calf, what's the matter if you can't get out" Maoqiu squinted his eyes and complained, Jiang Pingchuan sat next to Maoqiu and rubbed Maoqiu's hairy belly with a helpless face.

"I can't blame me, who doesn't have the first time, isn't this inexperienced" Jiang Pingchuan looked at the closed door in front of him and sighed, the hairball next to him stretched out his paws and slapped Jiang Pingchuan's hand on his stomach with disdain on his face.

Just when the two of them were at a loss, Jiang Pingchuan felt a strong aura flowing outside the door, Jiang Pingchuan hurriedly got up and stood at the door, and looked out with his silver eyes, and what he saw at this glance was his own tears.

In front of the courtyard of the Scripture Pavilion outside the door, there was an old man in rags, the old man was wearing a cloak, his eyes were deeply sunken, and there was not the slightest brilliance on his face.

Layers of wrinkles were stacked on the old man's face, and there were still traces of blood on his long hair, and the old man slowly walked towards the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with his body bent, he was Jiang Pingchuan's ancestor Hongwu.

Jiang Pingchuan banged vigorously on the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but Hongwu, who was still walking here, did not react at all, as if he couldn't hear Jiang Pingchuan's shouts and knocking on the door at all.

Hongwu walked to the front of the steps and climbed the stone steps with great difficulty, turned around and leaned against the door, Jiang Pingchuan couldn't see Hongwu's face, but he could clearly feel the temperature on Hongwu's body at the part where Hongwu leaned against the door, it was very cold.

The purple brocade robe on Hongwu's body was full of tattered blood holes and burn marks, Jiang Pingchuan reached out with tears in his eyes and gently stroked the rickety back he saw.

"Pingchuan, you little cub, it's been eleven years since you went in, and you don't know if you come out to see it, it's so good in there?"

Jiang Pingchuan watched Hongwu talking to himself in front of him, and there was a pain in his heart, he had been in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for eleven years and had not yet gone out.

He didn't know what happened to Hongwu, Hongwu had no opponent at all in the northern region of the entire Hongbarren Continent, and who could hurt Hongwu like this.

"Master Zu, Pingchuan is here, Pingchuan is here" Jiang Pingchuan slapped the door vigorously behind him, but Hongwu, who was leaning on the door, still did not react at all, and still leaned on the door and talked to himself.

"Don't shout, he can't hear it," the hairball squatted beside Jiang Pingchuan, stretched out his cat's paws, gently patted Jiang Pingchuan's thigh, and sighed lamentingly.

The old man in front of him felt very familiar to him, although he hadn't been with him for too long, but he was a little sad to see Hongwu like this in Maoqiu's heart.

"Maoqiu, something must have happened to Maoshan, but who injured Master Zu like this, and what happened to the others?"

Jiang Pingchuan is very anxious, his grandfather has been injured like this, he wants to know how his brother and grandfather are doing, he always feels that something big has happened in Maoshan.

"You don't have to worry, look at the injury on your ancestor's body is not man-made, but caused by heavenly thunder, I think he touched the injury caused by the Heavenly Forbidden Being eaten by the Origin Breath"

Maoqiu leaned on Jiang Pingchuan and stroked his beard and analyzed insightfully, and after speaking, he knew that his cat's brain was suddenly in chaos.

Shaking his head and looking at Hongwu in front of him again, he didn't know what he was talking about just now, as if something had erased his memory, Maoqiu shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

"The road to heaven, it must be the road to heaven, I must have appeared on the road to heaven of the ancestor master, he is unwilling to shoot at me, so he will be eaten by the origin breath, it must be like this, it must be like this"

Jiang Pingchuan suddenly thought of the path to heaven when he heard Maoqiu's analysis, and what he knew now was that there were already two profound cultivators who had fallen on the road to heaven.

Now although his ancestor has not fallen, he has been so badly injured by the origin breath, and he has lost his demeanor back then, and he looks extremely embarrassed.

Although Maoqiu heard Jiang Pingchuan's words, he didn't know what Jiang Pingchuan was talking about, but he still nodded and said that he agreed with Jiang Pingchuan's statement.

"Pingchuan, your little flower, I've looked for you many times over the years when you're away, Master Zu can't stand you, Xiaohua got married a year ago, don't blame me, there's really no way to stop people from getting married."

Hongwu leaned against the door and smiled to himself, he didn't know if Jiang Pingchuan could hear him, but he felt that the little cub must still be in this scripture pavilion.

"Master Zu, I don't even want to spend a little flower, you are still thinking about other people, is it possible that you want the old cow to eat tender grass" Jiang Pingchuan laughed when he heard his grandfather leaning against the door and making fun of himself.

Hearing Master Zu joke about himself, Jiang Pingchuan's heart was warm, he hadn't talked to his Master Zu for a long time, thinking that he was really not a qualified disciple of Maoshan.

"Pingchuan, you kid has been gone for so many years, I really miss you a little bit, a few days ago I saw the recovery of all the spiritual vegetation in a radius of thousands of miles outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the flowers are vibrant, and the **** knows that you have understood, so I went to climb the way of heaven, but unfortunately I failed, if you can climb the way of heaven in the future, remember that the cultivator should be pure in heart and few desires, do not be bound by worldly emotions, and go up the way of heaven for the ancestors."

Hongwu said that when he saw the thousands of miles of flowers competing for thousands of purples and thousands of reds outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, his tone was full of pride, he was proud of Jiang Pingchuan's understanding, Jiang Pingchuan did not let him down, and after his death, Maoshan Dao seemed to be a successor.

"Master Zu, really, I did it, Maoqiu, I did it, I did it" Jiang Pingchuan looked very excited when he heard Hongwu's words.

Picking up the hairball beside him that was closing his eyes and recuperating and shaking vigorously, he fulfilled the grand wish he made before entering the Scripture Pavilion, he said that he wanted to make the thousands of miles of psychic vegetation full of vitality again.

He did it, and Hongwu told him that the current Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was surrounded by green trees and flowers, and he seemed to go out to take a look, to see the world full of life.

"Okay, I know you're amazing, put me down, I'm going to faint" Maoqiu grinned softly with his beast mouth, but looked at Jiang Pingchuan with disgust on his face.

Jiang Pingchuan smiled awkwardly, put the hairball on the ground, and gently stroked the fluff on the hairball's back.

"Master Zu is useless, I haven't found your brother so far, I don't know if he is still alive, so I hope you can get out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion safely, you and Yulong are the only hope left in Maoshan Road, now Yulong doesn't know life and death, you little cub can't have any more accidents"

Jiang Pingchuan was still in a very happy mood, and when he heard Hongwu's words, he was suddenly stunned, and he heard Master Zu say that his brother had not yet walked out of the forbidden land behind Maoshan Mountain.

An ominous premonition came to his heart, and the breath of the whole person suddenly became a little cold, and the hairball beard looked at Jiang Pingchuan beside him with some concern.

"Jiang boy, you don't have to worry, I have been to the forbidden place in the back mountain, and there is no danger in it for many years" The hairball tried to comfort Jiang Pingchuan, but Jiang Pingchuan shook his head and looked at the hairball with a smile.

"Maoqiu, you don't have to comfort me, everyone has their own fate, maybe this is my brother's fate" Jiang Pingchuan choked and said softly.

He knew that the origin of the hairball was mysterious, but the hairball was clearly trembling slightly when he was talking just now, Jiang Pingchuan could be sure that the hairball had indeed gone to the Houshan Forbidden Land, but it was definitely not as calm as the Maoqiu himself said that he walked around the Houshan Forbidden Land calmly.

What's more, at that time, Maoqiu had the strength of the peak of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, and when his brother entered the forbidden land of the back mountain, he didn't even break through the foundation realm.

"Brother, you have to live well, Pingchuan won't drag you back now" Jiang Pingchuan's voice trembled a little, and he still remembered his brother getting up every day to wash himself.

It has been eleven years since he was separated from his brother, what his brother looks like, whether he is still alive or not, he has no idea what he is a younger brother, Jiang Pingchuan feels that he is so lonely now, he has nothing but his grandfather.

"Little cub, if you come out, leave here directly, and when you reach the Supreme Realm and come back to revitalize Maoshan Road, this place will be chaotic, and Maoshan will not be able to keep it."

Hongwu leaned against the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and said in a deep voice, he stood up against the door frame and lay on the door panting, a line of red blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face became even paler.

Jiang Pingchuan stood up and looked at the ancestor in front of him, Hongwu became shorter, and became a little shorter than Jiang Pingchuan, Jiang Pingchuan could no longer see the wide figure that had been protecting him, and the Hongwu in front of him looked more like an old man in his last years.

"Bang Bang Bang"

"Pingchuan, get out of here, you must get out of here, don't come back, don't come back"

Jiang Pingchuan saw Hongwu banging on the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with all his strength, and he heard the sound of banging on the door clearly, but he couldn't hear Hongwu when he banged on the door.

Looking at the appearance of Hongwu shouting hard in front of him, Jiang Pingchuan's eyes were red, he knew that something must have happened to Maoshan, otherwise Hongwu would not have been able to run here so anxiously to let himself leave.

Jiang Pingchuan clasped the door with both hands, and shouted over and over again in a hoarse voice, Master Zu, but Hongwu still turned around and left slowly.

Jiang Pingchuan heard Hongwu's mouth keep muttering that the little cub wanted to leave, don't come back, don't come back, the silver in his eyes began to become thicker.

Maoqiu looked at Jiang Pingchuan, who was very emotional, beside him a little nervously, and the aura emanating from Jiang Pingchuan's side at this moment was terrifying.

"Let me out, let me out, ah"

"Boom"

Jiang Pingchuan kept blasting out all kinds of spells to attack the gate of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion in front of him, but no matter how he attacked this gate, he didn't move.

Jiang Pingchuan kept banging on the door in front of him as if he was crazy, and the hairball was no longer silent when he saw this, and opened the beast's mouth to spit out huge fireballs and bombarded the door, no matter how one man and one beast destroyed this door, it showed no sign of loosening.

"Squeak"

Just when Jiang Pingchuan and Maoqiu wanted to attack the gate, the door in front of them actually opened by itself, Jiang Pingchuan and Maoqiu looked at each other and hurriedly rushed out of the door, but they did not step on the stone steps, but a true qi cover condensed by an unknown breath, Jiang Pingchuan and Maoqiu panicked.

"It's Master Zu, this is his breath, why did he do this, why" Jiang Pingchuan knelt down in this space and muttered softly.

He knew that this was a space laid by his ancestors, and this space would wrap himself and leave Maoshan Road the moment he stepped out of the Scripture Pavilion, Jiang Pingchuan's heart was getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't see the situation in the outside world.

However, he could clearly feel that the outside world did not have the green trees and flowers that Master Zu said, and there were only endless dead air and bloody killings.

Jiang Pingchuan clenched his fists and pressed against a wall in this space, he was suddenly so scared, he was afraid that he would never come back if he left.

"Jiang boy, don't be sad, Master Zu wants to send us out of here because he doesn't want you to be in danger, he said that you are the only hope of Maoshan Dao, you have to cultivate well, and then come back to revitalize Maoshan Dao when you reach the Supreme Realm"

Maoqiu looked at Jiang Pingchuan in front of him and suddenly felt that the guy in front of him was really pitiful, he had been looking forward to it for so long just to come out to see his ancestor and his brother and grandfather in the Enlightenment Scripture Pavilion, but now he was about to be forcibly sent out of here just now, Maoqiu thought that if he was enough, he would be enough to be stuffed.

"Hope, I hope, cultivate the Tao well, what is the use of cultivating the Tao well is not bound by this heaven and earth, what can I do when I come back to the Supreme Realm, are these people still there, they are gone, what kind of Maoshan Dao is still being revitalized, what Maoshan Dao is my own?"

Jiang Pingchuan roared at Maoqiu with red eyes, Maoqiu looked at Jiang Pingchuan in this state in front of him and didn't say much, when he wanted to feel where he was taken by this space, he suddenly found that he and Jiang Pingchuan were no longer in the Yuanwu Continent.

Maoqiu didn't expect Maoshan Dao to encounter such a huge disaster, and he actually wanted to send his only hope to other continents to avoid the disaster, Maoqiu glanced at Jiang Pingchuan, who was sitting in the corner of the wall with his head down and talking to himself, and sighed secretly.

It seems that the idea of himself and Jiang Pingchuan wanting to come back is estimated to be very slim, there are hundreds of continents in the flood era, each continent is a world, and it is simply whimsical to want to get out of a world and find the Yuanwu continent.