Wei Wuji looked at the next carved picture, and his face showed a look of shock.

In the sixth carving, the Great War of the Ancients entered the final tragedy, and there was a killing everywhere between heaven and earth. The realm is destroyed, and the star field collapses. Sima Nusheng and Chifeng Sage met, and the two of them were of their own clan, opposing each other, and finally met each other.

Wei Wuji felt that his divine consciousness and mind were being pulled by a force, and the next moment he stood in the middle of the picture.

"When the female saint left this depiction, she had an unbearable sense of pathos in her heart, and the artistic conception of sorrow unconsciously flowed into the painting, which actually made this portrayal capable of captivating people's consciousness, just like a realm!

Wei Wuji was shocked in his heart, and when he looked to the side, Long Tian's divine consciousness and mind were also captured, and a cloud of dense qi was derived, floating next to him.

"Xiao Wei, can you hear the transmission of my thoughts? A wisp of our divine consciousness and thoughts have been ingested!" Long Tian also discovered Wei Wuji, and hurriedly used his mind to transmit the sound and communicate with him.

Wei Wuji hurriedly sent out a thought, and the two of them knew that each other was not confused, so they relaxed and looked into the distance together.

In the distance, there was a desperate ridge, Sima Nusheng and Chifeng Saint faced off, the sky fell apart, and the sun and moon were lightless.

The female saint Yan turned into countless sword-shaped attacks and kills, as if the stars had fallen. The boundless starfall flames, dragging out long black smoke, suppressed the Chifeng Saint below.

Boom! A red mountain ridge rose from the ground, like a majestic road, with no head in front and no tail behind, extending wildly towards the sky, turning into a vast barrier to block the suppression of the sword-shaped sword of the Starfall Stream.

Bang bang bang! The two of them collided together, making an earth-shattering loud noise, and a sea of fire rose up, burning the starry sky.

A naked figure stood up from the sea of fire, and the giant who stood up to the sky and the earth rushed towards the female saint.

"Silence is gone!"

The female saint looked at the rushing red giant, raised her hand and pointed out, and used her unphased supernatural powers.

Wei Wuji felt that his divine consciousness and mind were being dragged by a huge force, about to tear him to pieces.

"Xiaowei, ...... Let's go!" Long Tian's strength was even lower, hiding on Wei Wuji's body, trembling.

Wei Wuji hurriedly broke through the carved space, drilled out of the crack, and stood in the stone chamber the next moment.

"Fortunately, you got the map of the Phaseless Grotto and learned the techniques above. Long Tian was frightened, and hurriedly added a few rune protections on his body, which made him feel a little relieved.

"Old dragon, you can stand far away and watch. When the female saint left this portrayal, she felt great sorrow in her heart, and the artistic conception was inadvertently injected into the painting, so she was so powerful. Wei Wuji said.

Long Tian nodded, he also knew that it was just an accident. If Sima Nusheng had done it intentionally, with the strength of the two of them, they would have been wiped out long ago.

"When the female saint left this portrayal, I guess every stroke is a tear......" Wei Wuji looked at the portrayal, with a sense of kinship.

In the portrayal, the strength of Sima Nu Saint is far superior to that of Chifeng Saint, and after the supernatural power attack, she personally suppressed the other party in a certain wilderness.

If the extraordinariness of a saint is abandoned, what a sad and heartbreaking ...... a woman who goes against her own heart and suppresses her beloved eternally for the sake of her family.

Wei Wuji's heart was shocked, and his grief was greater than his heart dying, and he understood that the female saint was in disillusionment at that time. In an instant, he felt this endless intent of heart death.

Poof! Sadness flowed backwards in his heart, and Wei Wuji staggered back, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Xiaowei, you don't matter, right?" Long Tian was taken aback and hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Wei Wuji shook his head, took out an elixir, took it, and entered the gourd fairyland. Coming out in the blink of an eye, Wei Wuji recovered as before, and continued to look at the next carving.

In the seventh engraving, Sima Nusheng sits alone, bleak and lonely, like ashes, endless mourning.

A jade coffin next to it, a chain of eight jades, locked the jade coffin and extended out in all directions. There are also two gates on the carving, which are exactly the same as the two stone doors that Wei Wuji passed by just now.

In this inverted portrayal, there is an infinite mourning that spreads out. But it does not have the fierceness of the carved picture just now, like a river of endless sorrow, stretching and coming without an end.

"Xiaowei, I know! This is the cemetery of Sima Nusheng, and her jade coffin is inside. Long Tian looked at the stone gate in front of him and said to Wei Wuji.

"Finally, there are some inscriptions, let's read them and then enter the stone gate. Wei Wuji nodded and said.

On the eighth engraving, there are only some inscriptions.

Green sleeves and red incense, sad and neon;

The east wind of the small building is full of death;

There is no phase and no phase, how to forget each other;

The sorrow of the heart is self-defeating.

The text of this poem records the mood of the female saint.

suppressed her beloved, the female saint was almost discouraged, she did not leave this cosmic starry sky with other saints, and went to other realms. Instead, he came here, alone, and finally ran out of life.

"Sima Nusheng is discouraged, she has lived here alone all her life, and she wants to use the Dao realm she has proved to break the dead knot in her heart, but she can't let go. If you want to untie such a heart knot, you still need someone to untie it. There are thousands of knots in the heart, and only the wisdom sword can break it. Long Tian looked at the words on the jade wall and sighed.

Wei Wuji was stunned and looked at Long Tian, revealing a look of surprise.

Could it be that he is a person who is destined, isn't it? He has nothing to do with Sima Nusheng, although he has cultivated the Great Phaseless Refining Technique like her, but he has nothing to do with each other, and this person who is destined is definitely not himself. However, Long Tianping has always been arrogant, and now he really didn't expect to say such a polite word, .......

"If you want to untie the knots in your heart, you only need to have a fateful person, and thousands of knots in your heart, the wisdom sword can cut it. This is what the old man said of the Holy Venerable, the realm of the Sima Nu Saint is not as good as the Holy Venerable, of course I don't understand this, hehe...... Actually, I didn't understand it, I just looked at the words on the wall, remembered the old man of the Holy Venerable, and said it casually. Long Tian saw Wei Wuji looking at him and hurriedly explained.

"Old Dragon, I'm thinking about this destined person...... Who the hell is it?" Wei Wuji said.

"I don't understand, but at the end of the day, we'll find out. Long Tian shook his head and said.

The two walked forward together, thinking that opening the stone gate would encounter some twists and turns. Who knew that when he raised his hand and pushed the door, the stone door opened in response to the sound, without the slightest hindrance.

"It's a good sign, there's a lot of chance in it!"

Long Tian smiled and turned into a dense breath, and got into Wei Wuji's pocket, "Xiao Wei, go in quickly!"

Wei Wuji nodded and walked inside.

A rich aura in front of him floated and drifted in secretly.

"This is!?fairy stone!"

Wei Wuji felt the familiar aura, quickened his pace, and after a few breaths, he came to the end of the grotto.