At this moment, Hebo Feng Bingyi was also interested in the murals on the wall, he took a step forward, looked at the mysterious symbols on the wall, and asked Chu Wangxian:

"This graffiti painting is disorganized, Ancestor, what is this?"

The pattern in front of me is completely different from the text, and it is completely a patchwork of various lines, like graffiti.

Hebo Feng Bingyi is also a well-informed person, but he has never seen this kind of symbol, if this is someone casually painted, I am afraid that only the person who paints can understand.

Since Chu Wangxian said that the Western giant who incarnated in the Nine Prisons Huangquan was killed by him, then he should know something.

"This is the law of heaven, the law of immortality. ”

Chu Wangxian touched his chin.

Western alchemy and Chinese immortal art are very different and completely different. In China, there are very few people who can understand. It's normal for Feng Bingyi not to understand.

"Ancestor, you are playing tricks on me, this painting does not contain any laws of heaven. ”

Feng Bingyi didn't believe it.

Just a few simple lines contain the laws of heaven, which is really nonsense. He didn't see half of the way to immortality.

But all the secret methods that contain the laws of the Heavenly Dao, at a glance, are like seeing the chaos and the void, and all things evolve.

It is like looking at Tai Chi Yin and Yang, the eight trigrams and nine palaces, containing infinite avenues. But in front of him, he looked left and right, and this was just a few random portrayals.

Chu Wangxian shook his head and put the equation in front of the ancients, believing that he couldn't understand it even if he thought about it for ten thousand years, let alone the original equation before the primeval times.

"Before the primeval times, the gods fought each other, and the Western gods suffered heavy casualties, so the ancient gods of the West devoted themselves to the study of the art of the dead. The eighteen layers of hell in Tianzhu Buddhism did not fall from the sky, but has a origin, which is inherited from the god of the underworld, one of the nine pillars of the West. ”

Chu Wangxian didn't say much, the gods before the primeval times had all been buried in the yellow sand.

He was standing in the body of Osiris, one of the Nine Pillars.

The Nine Pillars of the West have all died long ago, these are all history, but the alchemy they created has been passed down.

"The art of cultivating the soul of the deceased in China is not broad and profound, if you are serious, the Yellow Spring of the Nine Prisons is a holy place for studying the art of the soul. After Nuwa's death, her soul wandered, and if she hadn't come here to see the enlightenment, I am afraid that her soul would have been gone. ”

Chu Wangxian spoke, his eyes as deep as stars, as if he had been here.

There is a saying about hell in the West, and the capital of the dead was built earlier, and even half of the ghost world in China was established with twelve layers of hell. Although there are reasons why Huaxia Zhuxian does not attach importance to the ghost country, when it comes to the method of cultivating souls, the West is still better.

"These Heavenly Dao laws are Western immortal cultivation techniques, and it's normal for you not to understand them. ”

These patterns represent another system of heavenly laws, who said that chemical equations, physical formulas do not represent the laws of heaven, the Western gods practice the law of alchemy, which is not inferior to the laws of heaven in China.

It's just that if you explain it, it's also a waste of words, and he doesn't want to be verbose, so he gets to the point.

Rustle!

Chu Wangxian took a step directly, stretched out his fingers, and carved on the rock wall. The ancient Western alchemy array is slightly different from today's alchemy array, but it is still difficult for him.

I saw that after Chu Wangxian carved for a while, he either crossed his knees and pondered, or stood up and depicted, but he had no intention of leaving.

This can make the Demon Emperor too anxious, for the Nine Prisons Huangquan, even if it is not well understood, it can be called familiar. What is it to stand at the entrance of the Yellow Spring of the Nine Prisons now?

Finally, half an hour later.

"That's it!"

Chu Wangxian clapped his hands and exhaled, rubbing his forehead, he finally finished solving the alchemy array above.

Everyone looked over, but they still didn't understand, just like Westerners looking at the gossip and nine palaces, they were also confused, their eyes jumped, and they couldn't stop shaking their heads.

"Good, good!"

But just as Feng Bingyi and the others shook their heads, there was a sound of applause.

These nine prisons and yellow springs are empty and ghostly, where did they come from?

I saw a ghost suddenly appear out of thin air, the temperature plummeted and frozen, and the ghost clapped his hands and laughed.

"Good, good, really good. How do you know about this transformation?"

This ghost's eyes are white, looking handsome but sparse hair, strong limbs, like a general, but just a ghost, at this moment, haha clapping his hands, like a naughty child, dancing with his hands.

The answer to the 10,000-year-old lack of enlightenment was broken by Chu Wangxian.

"What a strong breath!"

Feng Bingyi was shocked!

This ghostly aura was so hidden that even Feng Bingyi didn't notice its existence. Its cultivation is better like an abyss like the sea, unfathomable.

This is an ancient soul, not inferior to Nuwa's ancient soul at all.

"Xuquan Prison Master!" instead, it was the Demon Emperor Tai Python who shouted out this person's name.

This person turned out to be one of the nine prison masters of the Nine Prisons Yellow Spring.

"Tai Python, you have been resurrected, tsk, how did you do it?" The Prison Master of Xuquan looked crazy, his white eyes flashed with stars, and he stepped forward to catch him excitedly.

One of its palms grabbed it, piercing through the void, like a palm covering the sky, and directly grabbed the Demon Emperor Python.

The Demon Emperor Python couldn't be caught off guard, and he couldn't move, looking at this posture, it seemed that he was going to split the five horses of the Demon Emperor Python and study it carefully.

"Let go!" With a fierce dragon roar, the Demon Emperor Tai Python was furious, ready to turn into a black dragon posture and fight a big battle.

"Enough!"

Chu Wangxian drank.

He glanced around, and said lightly to Hebo Feng Bingyi: "Come and meet your uncle of the same clan, Fuxi's brother Feng Candle." ”

"Tsk, little ghost, do you know me?" The Xuquan Prison Master turned around and stared at Chu Wangxian up and down, his eyes were full of coldness, and he could see at a glance that Chu Wangxian was only in his twenties.

Chu Wangxian looked at the Xuquan Prison Master, and couldn't help but smile and said: "Feng Zhuzhao, you are Fuxi's clan brother, but unfortunately you competed with Emperor Jun for the position of the Sun God and died in defeat, why are you now mixed up with the Xuquan Prison Master, and your sister Feng Youying? ”

"The sun is shining with candles, and it is too yin and too yin, it turns out to be the sun and the sun!" Zhang Qiudao was shocked when he heard it.

It turned out that the sun candle engraved on the bronze vessel of Yin Shang, the shadow and the shadow, there are really people.

Even if it is in the Daomen, the sun candle shines, the yin and the shadow glow, this yin and yang are famous, and the legend is the source of yin and yang Taiji.

"You know me, no, how do you know me, you shouldn't know me, strange, strange, why do you know me. The master of the Xuquan Prison was puzzled, and kept grabbing his head, which was already not much hair, but now he grabbed it, and even less.

After grabbing it for a while, Feng Zhuzhao, the master of the Xuquan Prison, grabbed it with both hands, as if he was grabbing the Demon Emperor Python, drew a gourd in the same way, and grabbed it towards Chu Wangxian.

"Come here!"

Chu Wangxian's heart fell, and he only felt the terrifying power pressing on him, as if countless ghost hands had imprisoned him, making him unable to move an inch, and his neck seemed to be gripped.

This is no less than a blow from Nuwa's Xuquan Prison Master.