Sixth Temple.

Artistic conception pavilion, second floor.

Tang Lin looked at the relief on the wall, this relief is a picture of the stars of the vast sea of stars, the moon is shining on the left and right, it looks like being in the starry sky.

"The moon, the starry sky?" Tang Lin looked at the relief and couldn't help laughing: "The way of Tai Chi Yin and Yang, it was encountered so late, all things start from one, reproduce Tai Chi, the four elephants, and even all things." ”

He pointed a finger, and a ray of origin light appeared on his finger.

"The way of origin, the end of everything. ”

The Origin Light derived from his Path of Living Beings flew into the relief wall, directly surrounding the moon and stars above, and all the stars returned to their original state in an instant, and the starry sky became pitch black.

Darkness may be the initial state of the universe.

Above the dark relief, a door slowly opens to the third level.

Tang Lin smiled and stepped in.

He only had to pass through the fifth floor of the Artistic Conception Pavilion to enter the next hall. With the artistic conception of the way of all beings, he easily passed the test along the way, and he did not suffer the slightest obstacle.

"If this continues, maybe I can enter the ninth temple. Tang Lin's heart was full of expectations and wanted to challenge his limits.

......

In the ninth hall, the artistic conception pavilion, the third floor.

The Celestial Sound Buddha quietly watched the darkness on the relief, and his eyes seemed to be swallowed up by the deep darkness.

He had been sitting here for an unknown amount of time, and countless thoughts had passed through his mind, but he had not figured out what the darkness on the wall meant.

Could it be the beginning?

Or the origin?

Or is it the way of darkness?

He couldn't think of it, he had assumed that the darkness on the wall was the beginning of the universe, the darkness of the birth of heaven and earth.

He deciphered this hypothesis, but found that his speculation was wrong, and the darkness on this relief was not the beginning at all.

Then he assumed that it was the way of origin, cracked it, and the result was still wrong.

"Is it nothingness? darkness is nothingness?" the Tianyin Buddha frowned, raised his hand and pointed to the relief, a thread of fate like a thread of hair, floating into the relief.

"If there is nothingness, it can reproduce destiny. ”

He stared at the relief.

The thread of fate flew to the relief, but disappeared without a sound.

Tianyin Buddha's brows furrowed: "Could it be the way of devouring?"

"No matter how strong the Devouring Dao is, it can't devour fate, it will never be the Devouring Dao, what will it be?"

"Dark ......"

"What does the darkness represent?"

His brow furrowed, and he almost felt like his head was going to burst.

......

Another reading space, the third floor.

The White Feather Sect Leader looked at the relief on the wall, which was empty and completely dark.

"What is darkness?" The head of the White Feather Sect frowned, his expression was a little gloomy, he already felt that the difficulty of this level was several times more than before.

"No matter what it is, my Dao can be cracked, I am the way to become an immortal, the way of eternity, if it is ranked on the Heavenly Dao list, it can be ranked alongside the Dao of fate!"

"No matter how dark you are, the beginning, the origin, can't be worth the eternity!"

With a flick of his finger, a wisp of sword light swept out and shot straight at the relief. This wisp of sword light is as bright as silver, and it turns into eternity in an instant!

I haven't seen it with my own eyes, and I can't imagine the style of this sword.

It's just that the sword light shot on the relief, but it disappeared silently, and this relief seemed to be able to devour the Great Dao, like a creeping giant beast, looking down coldly at the head of the White Feather Sect.

The pupils of the head of the White Feather Sect contracted, and his face was a little ugly: "What kind of way is this that can destroy eternity?"

......

Artistic conception pavilion, in the second floor.

A smoky black-robed figure appeared out of thin air, an emaciated and lonely figure, looking indifferently at the relief on the wall.

The 'Hunter Bends the Bow and Shoots the Great Eagle Sculpture' on this relief has a strange power.

He watched quietly, and after a moment, a ray of light appeared in his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I see, it turned out to be the way of barbarian power, this power against the sky, it is really interesting......"

He smiled and flicked his hand.

A ray of black light, pure black as fine ink, hit the relief wall, and then quickly permeated the entire relief like a puddle of dirt dripping from an ink painting.

"The wilderness will eventually be destroyed...... "The black-robed old man looked cold, "All things in heaven and earth will be subjugated to the path of annihilation!"

On the relief wall, a door opens.

The door to the third floor!

He walked in with a smile, his eyes glowing: "Two junior disciples, looking at it like this, it seems that you have not yet comprehended the Dao of the third layer, and you have not yet taken this palace of the Four Emperors as your own, so it is no wonder that I am." ”

With a cruel smile on his lips, he came to the third layer.

On the relief on the third layer, a pitch-black darkness is engraved.

The black-robed old man's originally smiling expression sank slightly, and his brows furrowed: "Darkness? Could it be the origin, the origin? No, it shouldn't be so simple." ”

He stood in front of the relief, frowning in contemplation.

I don't know how long it took to stop there, it seemed like days, months, or minutes, and then he looked up, looked at the reliefs on the wall, and muttered, "Try it first." ”

He raised his hand a little, and the light of silence flew over the relief.

The silence and the darkness on the wall merge and disappear without a sound.

A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the black-robed old man: "Interesting, it is worthy of the Four Emperors' Mansion, it seems that I still need to spend some effort." ”

He groaned, thoughtful.

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The Seventh Temple.

Artistic conception pavilion, third floor.

Tang Lin looked at the relief on the wall of the hall, on which a fluttering grass was depicted, isolated in a desert.

There was no water around, no flowers, just this lonely little grass.

It's as if the whole world has moved away from it.

Tang Lin sighed a little in his expression: "The greatest power in the world is life! What power can be stronger than the beating of the heart? What power can be stronger than the stealing of ants?"

"The birth of a young shoot is something that even hard soil cannot resist. ”

"The Way of Life ......"

He looked at the relief and said, "The way of the strongest strength, I don't know, can life be stronger than the wilderness?"

The way of savagery that he realized from the second layer of the "Dragon Blood Codex" was like a crimson dragon, galloping into the relief.

The grass on the relief and the little dragon fought together, and the soft grass seemed to become very tough and full of strength in an instant.

The little dragon coiled around the grass, then opened the dragon's mouth and swallowed the grass into it.

Even if it's life, it will end in the wilderness.

"It is worthy of the ultimate in the way of power, savage...... Heaven and earth will turn into wilderness, let alone life?" Tang Lin looked at the door that opened behind the relief, and stepped in.

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The eighth hall, the artistic conception pavilion, the fourth floor.

A young man in white walked slowly, his expression was as cold as the ice and snow of the distant mountains, his white clothes were dusty, not stained with half a cent of dust, and the black scabbard he was holding in his hand was simple and ordinary, as if it was made of wooden planks at will.

He stood quietly in front of the relief, looking at the engraving on it.

On the relief is a rickety old man, walking on crutches with difficulty, the old man's expression is full of vicissitudes of time, full of years of wind and frost nicks, deep eyes, staring into the distance, it seems that at the far end, there is something that others can't see.

Xuanyuan watched silently.

Suddenly, he raised two fingers together and slashed at the relief.

A sharp sword shot at the relief, splitting the body of the rickety old man in half, and even the relief seemed to crack.

Then, a door opened in front of him.

His approach is always so crisp, simple, and direct.

When the body of the rickety old man was split, it turned into a pitch-black fog that permeated the entire relief and then disappeared.

"The way of sin, that's it. Xuanyuan's expression was cold: "In the heavens and on the earth, only the sword is the only one!

He stepped through the door and into the fifth floor.

That rickety old man actually represents the way of sin?

Is it because he already has too much wind and frost on his body and is contaminated with too much dirt in this world, so he will grow old?

If a person lives too long and sees too much, will he lose his original purity?

......

The eighth hall, the artistic conception pavilion, the second floor.

Tang Lin walked slowly, and after an easy breakthrough along the way, he didn't spend much time coming to the eighth hall.

Further up, there is the ninth temple.

Tang Lin's heart was full of anticipation.

"The master can only break into the ninth hall, so in this way, in terms of my artistic conception, isn't it stronger than the master?"

"My sentient beings are above all the great avenues, and they may be stronger than those of the master. ”

Tang Lin speculated in his heart, looking at the relief on the second layer.

Above is a beautiful lotus flower, rippling in a small pond of clear waves, opening pleasantly, as if with a fragrant fragrance of flowers.

"Perhaps the most withering thing in the world is flowers. ”

"Maybe it's because it's so beautiful that it can't be eternal, like a shooting star. ”

However, there are many people in this world, who are not as good as a flower, who want to bloom their blood and passion, but they have been buried before they erupt. ”

Tang Lin looked at the relief on the wall, and sighed in his heart: "If you are peerless, you will eventually fall into the vanity and turn into a pink skeleton." ”

"The hardest thing in the world is the years. ”

Tang Lin looked at the relief on the wall, and suddenly there was a trance, as if a trace of spiritual light was triggered in his heart, and this spiritual light was fleeting, but he still captured a trace of "ruthless" artistic conception.

He thought of his own swordsmanship.

"Ruthless swordsmanship, now I only learn to mourn, the second layer of forgetfulness, but I can't comprehend it yet. If the love is gone, how easy is it to forget?"

"Unless it's non-existent. ”

Tang Lin looked into the distance, "Unless, the moon is reversed, the river flows backwards, and people come back to life!"

He retracted his thoughts, looked at the relief on the wall, raised his hand and pointed: "Silence time!"

The artistic conception of the way of extinction actually multiplied from him, drifting towards the relief, and the lotus flowers on it quickly withered.

Just like the way of time of the Cold Moon Fairy at the beginning, it was extinguished in front of the underworld.

Then, a door opens on the relief.

Tang Lin strolled in.

(To be continued)