I saw a group of people gathered in a magnificent hall, and the plaque at the door of the store had the word "Zhutian" written on it, which obviously had a great relationship with Zhutiandao. (шщш.щuruo Mai Ruo Novel Network debut)

In the southeast, northwest and northwest directions of the main hall, there are four tall stone statues of the demon clan.

The one on the east side, shaped like a huge bear, covered in thick hair, with six legs and four wings, held its tail in its mouth and let out a silly giggle.

The one on the west side, the size of an ox, shaped like a tiger, covered with hedgehog fur, with its wings spread out on its sides to glide, and on its four legs, there were actually four small snakes entrenched, looking up and spitting letters.

The one on the south side, shaped like a giant lion, had a human face, two sharp fangs sticking out of its mouth, and a tail eight feet long, straight to the sky like a spear.

The one to the north had four curved horns on its huge head, its exaggerated mouth full of sharp teeth, and its proportions were so disproportionate that it was less than half the size of a head.

In the middle of these four stone statues of the demon clan, there was a deep pit, about two or three zhang high, and half a pool of blood was poured into it.

From time to time, the shadows of demon beasts rise and fall in it, their figures looming, and their eyes flicker with a strange madness and despair.

"Chaos, Qiqi, Hanqi, gluttony, Zhutian Dao is actually related to the four fierce beasts?" Chen Xiaosheng said to himself with a cold face.

However, the picture came to an abrupt end here, seeing that the twelve candlesticks were not extinguished, Chen Xiaosheng could only suppress the doubts in his heart and waved his hand again.

A new white cloth flew into the air, taking the place of the patterned white cloth.

After a few moments, a new pattern gradually appeared on the white cloth.

A solemn ancient temple, permeated in fireworks, two golden giant Buddhas stand opposite each other in the flames.

A statue with a majestic face and a look of wrath, with four heads and eight arms, each holding a magic weapon, and a circle of bright Buddha light behind his head.

The other is a firstborn with three eyes, stepping on a lotus flower, and a raging flame burning around him. The expression that should have been solemn looked a little hideous and terrifying at the moment.

A moment later, the giant Buddha with the lotus flower on its feet suddenly turned into light and flew away, while the four-headed and eight-armed giant Buddha slowly sank into the ground. It was as if it had sunk into the water, and soon there was no trace of it on the ground.

"Nanke Temple, Wufang Buddha?" Chen Xiaosheng was stunned, and there was surprise in his tone: "How can this be?"

After the picture stopped abruptly this time, Chen Xiaosheng waved his hand directly. The canvas in mid-air has been replaced with a new one.

After a while, Chen Xiaosheng's brows furrowed fiercely, because a very tragic scene appeared on the canvas - Wei Qinglian's body fell in a pool of blood, and Fang Feiyang was covered in blood and was pinched in his hands by an old man in black, and his limbs hung limply on his sides, as if the bones of his whole body had been broken.

What's even more terrifying is that the old man in black has a void on his face, no facial features, and an eerie and terrifying aura exudes around him.

With Chen Xiaosheng's cultivation and experience, after seeing this old man's face. A shuddering feeling actually rose inexplicably in his heart, this feeling he had never even had when facing the Taishang Elder, who had the highest cultivation and the oldest qualifications in the sect.

When the picture came to an abrupt end again, Chen Xiaosheng didn't say a word, and waved his hand again to put on a new white cloth.

This time, the image appeared extremely quickly, and I saw a big crack in the gray sky, and countless hideous-looking demons shuttled from the opening, roaring, roaring, and their figures filled the entire sky.

Bloodthirsty demons come with hatred and **. Suddenly, the entire heaven and earth were filled with war and blood, and the Xuanling Continent fell into a catastrophe, as if the end was coming.

Seeing this scene, Chen Xiaochang took a long breath. clenched his fists.

This time he didn't put on a new white cloth, and after a while, the twelve candles around the stone platform slowly went out, and after another moment, Fang Feiyang and Yan Yufeng opened their eyes at the same time.

Looking at the faces of the two, Fang Feiyang seemed to have just woken up from a sleep. Yan Yufeng, on the other hand, was sweating profusely and his face was pale, as if he was seriously ill.

Fang Feiyang himself obviously discovered this, and asked with concern, "Senior, why are you ......?"

Yan Yufeng shook his hand, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured a few pills into his mouth and took them, while Chen Xiaosheng explained on the side: "The sect master's hexagram can peek into the heavens, and every time it is activated, it will greatly consume energy, and even affect the soul, and just now five hexagrams appeared at once, so he has a lot of loss now, and he needs to rest for a while." ”

When he said this, Fang Feiyang also found the five canvases in Chen Xiaosheng's hand, and then looked at Yan Yufeng's weak expression, and couldn't help but feel apologetic and grateful in his heart.

After a while, Yan Yufeng let out a long breath, his face looked a little better, obviously it was those few pills that worked.

Fang Feiyang hurriedly asked with concern, "Senior, are you feeling better?"

"I'm much better!" Yan Yufeng smiled, stretched out his hand to Chen Xiaosheng and said, "Show it to me." ”

Chen Xiaosheng handed over the five canvases as he said, and after Yan Yufeng looked at them in turn, his brows furrowed tightly, and said: "It seems that the situation is not good, but you don't have to be discouraged, my hexagram is just a reference, everything can be changed." ”

Needless to say, Fang Feiyang himself also saw it on the side, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.

Especially in the fourth canvas, the scene foreshadowed was obviously very unfavorable to himself and Sister Qinglian, and the most important thing was that the faceless old man didn't know who it was, and it was unknown what the whole thing was.

Now Fang Feiyang's heart is tormented, but Yan Yufeng's predecessors have obviously tried their best, he only has gratitude in his heart, and it is impossible to ask for anything more.

"You don't have to be discouraged, although these five hexagrams are not optimistic, they also reveal a lot of information, as long as you can prepare in advance and deal with some key nodes, these things may not happen. Yan Yufeng comforted: "You come to see this first picture." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the first canvas, which showed several figures fighting in a scenic paradise.

Yan Yufeng pointed to the two big characters "Yao Chi" on the boulder in the center of the island and asked, "Do you know where this is?"

Fang Feiyang shook his head.

"This is the Yaochi Wonderland, a place that every cultivator yearns to enter. Yan Yufeng smiled and said, "You should know about the 45th Cultivation Exchange Conference, right?"

Seeing that Yan Yufeng suddenly diverted the topic, Fang Feiyang was a little surprised, but he still nodded subconsciously.

"This kind of spiritual exchange conference is held every ten years, and it has a history of 450 years, and the original intention of this spiritual exchange conference was related to this Yaochi fairyland. (To be continued.) )