On the huge drawing paper in the main hall, the Heavenly Master had already drawn a lot of things.

Leaving aside some strange and hideous ghosts, my eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly when I saw some of the characters and scenes.

In one of the areas, the scene of many souls rushing to the other side of the Yellow Spring and frantically pouring into the sea of flowers on the other side is depicted.

In this painting, I saw two familiar figures.

Disciples and tyrants!

The tyrant in the painting is trapped in a huge stone prison next to Huangquan, and the disciple is guarding the stone prison with a knife, staring ahead with murderous intent on his face.

In front of the disciples, there was a black mist, and there seemed to be a hazy figure in the black mist......

What does this painting mean?

The moment I saw this painting, I subconsciously sharpened the skin and bone removal in my pocket that was wrapped in the black charm on the whetstone, although the two knives have now been repaired for the most part, but the cracks on the knife body have not completely healed.

The disciple and the tyrant in the painting are holding the skin and bones in their hands, but the two knives in the painting have been broken.

I looked up at the old Heavenly Master, who was still painting, and he still didn't seem to see me appear at the gate of the Shangqing Palace, still waving his huge paintbrush in a hurry.

"Junior Zhang He, meet the old heavenly master!" I bow my hand neither humbly nor arrogantly.

The Celestial Master did not respond, as if he was deaf, and the huge paintbrush in his hand did not pause in the slightest.

I frowned slightly, said no more, and stepped directly into the Shangqing Palace.

The vigilance in my heart reached the apex, and my whole body tensed, but until I walked into the Shangqing Palace for several breaths, nothing unusual appeared.

While I was wary of the Heavenly Master's side, I looked at the paintings on the white paper on the ground.

Many of the paintings seem to depict some of the conditions in the underworld, and I even saw the appearance of the city of Xudu, but I am not very interested in these things now.

In addition to the paintings of disciples and tyrants that appeared on the other side of the Yellow Spring, there were several other strange images that made waves in my heart.

The back of a woman, surrounded by countless corpses, those corpses did not seem to be human, the strange shape was very hideous, piled up into a mountain of corpses.

And the woman was holding the body of a man in her arms and sitting on top of the corpse mountain, giving people a very lonely and lonely sense of sadness.

When I saw this painting, I was in a trance, and I always felt that this scene was very familiar, but I couldn't remember when I had seen such a scene.

The painting is followed by the back of the woman, who buried the man's body in a very special place. There were many strange figures in that place, all of them kneeling in front of the small mound.

And among those strange figures, I faintly saw a figure with a silhouette very similar to Xiao Nineteen!

At this moment, an inexplicable memory flashed through my mind, and it was not a memory that belonged to me.

I seemed to see the picture of the woman snuggling in front of the grave, felt her sadness, and also saw a small black lotus appear on the grave after she left......

As soon as the picture in my mind turned, I saw that in the sea of flowers on the other side of the Yellow Spring, many black flowers lingered, and the woman was lying in a huge coffin and died depressed, accompanied by the black lotus......

Then, there was a sudden burning sensation from the face mark on my back, and the stinging pain made me wake up instantly.

I was distracted just now, which I never expected, and I was also shocked in my heart, in case the Heavenly Master did something to me just now......

Fortunately, the Heavenly Master is still painting on his side, and he doesn't seem to notice anything unusual on my side.

I looked at the paintings on the ground, and when I came to the Heavenly Master, I saw that he was painting a painting that I had seen before.

When I was in Sioux City, the painting that the short old man Zhang Jingyuan gave me, and at the same time, he also conveyed a sentence from the Heavenly Master to me at that time.

Are you sure that you are who you really are?

I don't bother with this question anymore!

I just want to know now what the old Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain is doing?

The painting is more vivid, my old appearance in the painting is more vicissitudes, and the black lotus under the seat is withered, giving people a feeling of burping at any time when the oil runs out.

In the painting, on one side of me, Xiao Nineteen and many other strange-shaped guys are looking forward to it, as if they are waiting to greet me. On the other side, there is a lone ruined stone bridge, and at the end of the stone bridge is a huge whirlpool composed of six small whirlpools, faintly showing the outline of a human face.

At this moment, the old heavenly master, who had been silent, suddenly spoke quietly.

"Eternal sinking into the eighteen prisons or entering the six realms of reincarnation to restart the new life, if it were you, how would you choose?"