Dong Ling's words were obviously reminding Zhang Ling that the Demon Emperor inheritance was only given to ten people, and this inheritance was on ten high mountains. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info told him again that she and Tianchen and Su Yin were in a group, and if Zhang Ling wanted to take away the inheritance, don't look for these people.

Other people who come out of the ancient land need to pay attention, and it is best not to take the initiative to challenge, if you really can't do it, then be careful.

Zhang Ling couldn't hear the meaning of Dongling's words, but for him, the inheritance of the Demon Emperor was secondary, after all, he was not from the demon clan, and it was best to get the inheritance, and there was no way to get it, but the Jiangshan pen was inevitable!

Not to mention that the Jiangshan pen may be a quasi-emperor's weapon, even if it is a holy soldier, it is also eye-catching! And Tianhua has a deep obsession with the Jiangshan pen, although Zhang Ling did not ask him why, but vaguely guessed that maybe the Jiangshan pen could make Tianhua reborn.

This rebirth does not refer to birth in the usual sense, but allows Tianhua to regain a physical body!

In fact, with Tianhua's cultivation, it would be easy for him to borrow the corpse to return the yang or take it away, but his own character determined that he would never make such a move with no moral bottom line.

Although Zhang Ling couldn't guess Tianhua's specific thoughts, he kept in mind the personality and ethics of this senior and the teachings and guidance he had always given to him, and it was the first time that Tianhua took the initiative to ask Zhang Ling to do something, and Zhang Ling didn't even have the idea of refusing.

The dilapidated Demon Emperor Palace, as seen before, is ancient, and there are still damages in some places.

Zhang Ling walked in, someone had already arrived first, but after turning around dozens of times, he didn't find anything. He looked around, the structure of this hall was very simple, eight pillars supported the structure of the whole hall, and the red gold paint on the pillars had peeled off in some places, revealing the white condensation below, like pieces of skin moss.

In the center of the temple hangs a picture of mountains and rivers, but the picture of mountains and rivers has decayed, and it is almost impossible to touch it, and it will turn into residue when touched, which is obviously a mortal thing. There is also a copper furnace in the center of the main hall, and there is a thick layer of dust in the copper furnace, which must have been used often by the Demon Emperor back then. It's just that this copper furnace is extremely heavy, and some people want to put it away, but in the end, the incense ashes in the copper furnace do not even shake, but this person's face is pale from tiredness.

The apse is smaller than the ante, and it is a place of rest, but it is just as empty as the ante.

Nothing but a dilapidated futon.

And the futon is also as heavy as a thousand pounds, although it looks a little shabby, but it still has a trace of Taoist rhyme. This is the place where the Demon Emperor used to meditate, this thing is definitely a treasure, but no one can take it away, which is discouraged.

Since you can't take it away, then you can always cultivate on the ground!

A yellow-faced and thin-skinned man sat on the futon with his buttocks, and he really began to cultivate. The crowd looked at him for a long time without seeing any movement, and after a few more moments the man stood up, turned left and right three times around the futon, and then began to ponder.

"Could it be that this futon has a secret?"

"What the hell is this guy doing? Why don't we go up there and try it too?"

A few onlookers couldn't understand what this guy was doing, so they took turns to go up to cultivate, and finally looked at the yellow-skinned man at the beginning, feeling as if they had been tricked.

The yellow-skinned man sneered, glanced at them, and left.

He caused outrage, but those who had been fooled by him did not have an immediate seizure, and the time here was only three days, and every minute was precious.

Zhang Lingwaner felt that the man was really interesting. He stepped forward to take a closer look at the futon, which was no different from ordinary objects, with some signs of wornness and friction, which was obviously used by the previous owner. This is the Demon Emperor's futon, it shouldn't be as simple as it seems on the surface, Zhang Ling sat down cross-legged and began to run the Mixed Yuan Sutra.

The few people who had been fooled before hadn't left yet, and they were all a little funny to see Zhang Ling's actions at this time, but they didn't bother to say that it was good for everyone to go up and try it, so that they would have time to find other treasures.

The apse is empty, and there are many small rooms in this side hall, and the items in each room are different. There are many bamboo slips on display in a small room, exuding a misty light, those are the items collected by the Demon Emperor, which have attracted everyone's attention and snatching, and the real fight has just begun.

Zhang Ling calmed down and sat quietly on the dilapidated futon, noisy in front of him, but it did not affect the quiet of the apse.

There were six hours of dispersion, and now that the time was about to expire, and in less than an hour he would return to his original appearance, Zhang Ling needed a place to refine the medicine. However, knowing that this apse was not a suitable place, Tianhua still forced him to sit on the futon and refine medicine.

Well, you are the uncle, Zhang Ling slandered in his heart.

However, although this space is not large, it is still more than enough to accommodate more than 100 people, and the ten mountains related to the inheritance of the Demon Emperor alone outside have divided seventy or eighty people, and the remaining forty or fifty people are fighting in this hall, but they will not be able to harm the apse.

Zhang Ling's refining speed this time was very fast, it was completed in less than a quarter of an hour, and he was about to get up, but he found that his body was actually sucked!

What's the situation?

Zhang Ling was shocked, he found that there was a suction force from the futon, as long as he didn't move, the suction force was not obvious, and as soon as he moved, the suction increased greatly, firmly controlling his body.

What is this futon looking at him?

Zhang Ling was horrified to find that his Yuan Power was absorbed by the futon, although it was very little, but it still flowed into the futon little by little. The sound of fighting in the front hall became more pronounced, and it seemed to gradually shift to the back hall.

Zhang Ling was a little anxious in his heart, this broken futon stuck to him, and he didn't let him get up, and the futon seemed to be one with the ground, even with Zhang Ling sitting and lying on his stomach, he couldn't do without this broken futon anyway.

The sound of fighting outside was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that it was still a group battle.

A cold sweat broke out on Zhang Ling's face.

The sound of weapons clashing, as well as the shouts of many people, Zhang Ling even heard the sound of the friction of the cloth.

Suddenly, on the ground around the futon, criss-crossing lines lit up, these lines were very similar to the teleportation array that Zhang Ling had seen at the beginning, but these lines were thick and thin, and the colors of the lights were not the same.

It's a miniature teleportation array, and it's an old artifact that's been stranded for tens of thousands of years!

Zhang Ling was terrified, did this broken futon want to bring him to the end with him? Before he could take protective measures, he saw a flash of brilliance, and then the whole person disappeared in place, along with the disappeared futon.

More than a dozen heavenly demons attacked each other, and there was no fixed opponent between them, and there was a cyan ball of light flying in the air, and whoever touched the light group was the target of everyone's attack. They made their way into the apse, which was smaller and more awkward when it came to each other, and no one noticed that there was one man missing, one less of the futons that had previously attracted attention.

This is an independent small room, looking at the building and pattern, it should be one with the Demon Emperor Palace, but there is no doorway around it, and the entry and exit should only rely on the teleportation array.

Zhang Ling was a little frightened and slowly stood up, this time the futon didn't suck him again, and he could come out of the teleportation array alive for so long, Zhang Ling felt that he must have been blessed by God.

He waved his hand to put the futon away, only to find that the futon was glued to the ground again.

"See something different!" Zhang Ling sneered, and then began to observe the room.

The room was only a zhang long and wide, square, with a bed on one side and several desks on the other. There was also a futon on the bed, which was well preserved, and there was a piece of drawing paper on several cases, on which the landscape was drawn, and the ink on it had not yet dried, as if the owner had just left.

Zhang Ling stepped forward and saw that there was still some ink in the inkstone, which seemed to have just been grounded, glowing with a crystal luster, and a smell of ink made Zhang Ling's heart skip a beat.

This seems to be the real residence of the Demon Emperor, simple and simple, back to basics.

The landscape painting is hidden behind the clouds and mist, between the mishes. The water is clear, and the swaying aquatic plants at the bottom of the water are clearly visible. If this painting is made by the Demon Emperor, it can be seen that he has already entered the realm of transformation in terms of painting skills.

"Jiangshan pen!"

Tianhua exclaimed, and then his spiritual power condensed outside Zhang Ling's body, and he looked at the black brushes on several cases tremblingly, and he couldn't help himself with excitement.

"Jiangshan pen?" Zhang Ling wondered, didn't he say that the Jiangshan pen was golden all over? And the so-called Jiangshan pen should not swallow mountains and rivers to coerce the Quartet? Although the black brush in front of him looks very expensive, it has nothing to do with the imaginary Jiangshan pen!

"This is the Jiangshan pen, the one that the Demon Emperor used to ignite the Southern Wilderness back then, only it has this supernatural power, which can maintain eternity in a small space!"

Keep it eternal in a small space!

This sentence immediately stunned Zhang Ling, yes, he has always felt that something is wrong since he entered this small room, but he can't tell what is wrong, but now he is as sober as if he has been enlightened.

Eternity!

In this small room, everything seems to have stopped at the moment when the owner leaves, including time!

The intact bedding, the ink-scented ink, the paintings whose ink has not yet dried, all seem to be frozen in the moment when the master leaves.

Jiangshan pen!

Could it really be that this country could not be fixed?

Zhang Ling stretched out his hand to hold the pen, he observed carefully, but this was completely different from what Tianhua said, what he saw was the appearance of an ordinary pen.

"Zhang Ling, put away the Jiangshan pen and leave this room immediately!" Tianhua urged, as if there was some wild beast, he quickly entered Zhang Ling's body, and then hovered over the Tianhua Pearl, urging Zhang Ling to leave again.

"What is here?" Zhang Ling asked, this is the place where the Demon Emperor lived, and every piece taken out is a priceless treasure!

"Don't think about things, if you don't leave, you're going to die here!" Tianhua scolded, and then urged Zhang Ling to leave again with great urgency.

Zhang Ling raised his eyebrows, he returned to the futon, and then sat cross-legged, but the futon did not change anything.

"Why don't you leave! If you don't leave, it's too late, the change has already begun!" Tianhua's voice was anxious, and there seemed to be a trace of fear in his voice.

Zhang Ling naturally noticed that something was wrong, and after he picked up the Jiang Shan pen, the room began to change, as if there was no brilliance in an instant.

But the futon didn't move, and Zhang Ling had no way to urge the teleportation array.

The first to change were the paintings on the tables, where the ink dried, and then the white paper began to slowly turn yellow.

The futon still hasn't changed, Zhang Ling tried to input the yuan force into it, and found that it seemed to be a little useful, but the futon was absorbed very slowly, and let him output it vigorously, the speed of the futon absorption was still like a turtle crawling.

The paper turned completely yellow, and the special ink in the inkstone finally dried.

"Zhang Ling, hurry up, the erosion of the years will get faster and faster, if you don't leave immediately, even you will be affected by the power of this kind of time!" Tianhua urged, he is a soul body, and he must not touch this power, otherwise it will be wiped out in an instant. It is precisely because of this that he can feel it immediately after Zhang Ling took the Jiangshan pen.

Zhang Ling also broke out in a cold sweat, but his heart was still calm, he kept inputting yuan power into the futon, and he didn't dare to be distracted to talk to Tianhua at all.

On the wooden bed, the bedding gradually turned black, and finally turned into dross.

Zhang Ling maintained a posture and did not dare to move, he felt a strange force to erode his body, that kind of power he was very familiar with, once in the Sihe Valley of the Eastern Wilderness, when Zhang Yao sacrificed the flying immortals outside the sky, Zhang Ling had felt it on that woman.

That's the power of time!

He had to feed the futon with Yuan Force while resisting the erosion of that power.

Tianhua was a little surprised, he had never seen anyone who could resist the erosion of time, and in Zhang Ling's body, every flesh and blood emitted a golden light, and that light was canceling out the power of time that invaded his body. Although the golden light was gradually fading, it did resist the erosion of Zhang Ling's body by the years.

"Alright!" Zhang Ling was overjoyed, the futon finally stopped absorbing his Yuan Force, and the ground around him lit up with the same lines as when he came in.

God bless you again, I hope there will be some moths in these tens of thousands of years of teleportation array!

"Bump!"

As soon as Zhang Ling finished thinking about it, the whole person was thrown down, and he ran away quickly with a grunt and a roll towards the side!

Sure enough, I met a moth! I didn't go back to the apse at all!