'Is it a symbiosis of fate Gu? Not bad! ’

When Wang Zijia's thoughts flickered, he also looked around.

It seems, as he had seen in the space-time portal, this time, he had been in the Quaternary for nearly two months, but the reality was not that four months had passed.

Rather, they had just entered the tower.

The original tower seemed to be filled with countless silver-white space-time energy.

But at this moment, he has disappeared without a trace because of his shuttle, and even the last little remnant has been swallowed up by the big ugly.

The process of all this happening is definitely no more than ten breaths.

Behind him were a group of Taiqing monks who came in with him.

They fell into a trance because of the spatial transformation and the surging energy of time and space. When Wang Zijia looked back, one by one just came back from his trance, opened his eyes, and looked around blankly.

However, without waiting for everyone to look around, he subconsciously raised his head.

Wang Zijia also raised his head slightly, and saw a familiar and simple page falling.

It was the letter to Wang Zijia written in simplified Chinese characters, and the letter paper was very thick, like some kind of animal paper.

In addition to the message on the front, there are some patterns on the back.

Looks, something like a map of somewhere?

It's a pity that there is no beginning or end, and there are no specific labels and iconic things, so naturally it is not clear where it is.

Everyone watched the pages of the book fall in front of Wang Zijia, and then Wang Zijia naturally reached out to catch it, as if someone had thrown the letter into his hand.

"What is this?"

Everyone subconsciously gathered around and found that there were words on the page, and the Illusory God Pavilion advocated Junyong and asked tentatively.

Wang Zijia looked at the letter, a little stunned.

This time, he has figured out a lot of things, and the doubts in his heart have been solved, which is worthy of this time capsule.

However, it also made Wang Zijia have more questions.

For example, it is almost certain that there is a problem with your own crossing, but what is the problem?

For example, is it really the first time you have crossed over, or has it been a long time since you came to this world?

For example, he could have been a second-generation member of the Daoting royal family? Your Highness the Nine?

But Wang Zijia didn't find any relevant records in the Zhang family's information, according to the information of the Zhang family, there are only eight descendants of the second generation of the Daoting, and there is no Nine Highnesses at all!

For another example, where did Zhang Bairen go in the end, and what does it have to do with him?

Get rid of the names of the evil of time, the evil of life, and the number of sins spoken of by later generations for those tainted demons and monsters.

These three types of sins should have three sources, and the sin of time, fate, and number of sins in the prophecy of the Taoist court actually refers to these three sources!

And a single sin caused the three major world groups to collide before sealing it to the end.

What about the two sins of time and space, who know everything?

Compared to the unspeakable sin distorted by the Avenue of Life, time and space and omniscience are obviously several times more terrifying, and if this is deformed into evil, it should be countless times more terrifying.

However, why is there no relevant record of the Quaternary period or today?

Even in the prophecies that remain, there are almost no words that really touch on the specific information of these two things?

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At this moment, Wang Zijia looked at the letterhead, and after basically confirming that there was a problem with his life experience, too many new questions emerged.

Everyone looked at Wang Zijia with complicated eyes, and looked at the letter in a trance, and their faces were puzzled.

"It's a letter!" After a long time, the prince spoke quietly.

"Letter?"

"To whom ······ written"

"Forehead ······"

Everyone subconsciously wanted to ask something, and after seeing Wang Zijia's movements, combined with the proficiency and bloodline verification of the spell when he entered the tower just now, as well as Wang Zijia's expression at this moment.

One may pop up in everyone's mind.

Could it be ······ Write a prince's best?

"Master, are you alright?" Qin Xianyu on the side looked at Wang Zijia in a trance, and asked worriedly.

Wang Zijia came back to his senses slightly, shook his head, and said, "It's okay, I just thought of some things in the past that are about to be forgotten!" ”

Between the words, Wang Zijia turned over his hand and put away the letter parchment, Zhang Junyong and the others were moved, and finally said nothing.

"Bye!"

At this moment, a faint and loud voice suddenly sounded from heaven and earth, interrupting everyone's continued speech.

Everyone immediately looked down.

They should be on the first floor of the pagoda at the moment, the pagoda is obviously a unique building, and the first floor has a lot of space.

It's not a tower overhead, but a long white cloud, but if you look closely, you'll find that it's a bit illusory.

Below is a complex of buildings, which looks like some kind of family treasure, forbidden land, or something.

And in the very center of the complex, there is a huge square, and at the bottom of the square, there seems to be a magnificent hall, which looks a bit like a combination of a temple and a palace.

At this moment, the voice came from the door of the main hall.

When everyone subconsciously looked over, they saw countless dense people, neatly in the square, kneeling down to the main hall, and the closer to the main hall, the more extraordinary the crowd's clothing became.

The crowd spread all the way to the temple.

But these people are not real people, nor are they ghosts, more like phantoms?

No, it's an afterimage of time and space.

There have been countless such grand worships here.

Because of the accumulation of rich space-time energy, it is now suddenly absorbed, and some of the scattered free energy has inspired what has happened here.

Not only the worship in the square, but also in the surrounding buildings, you can also see some apparitions cultivating in it?

It's just that compared to the stable scene of the square, these phantoms are like ghosts, often fleeting.

One moment he was still practicing in the house, and the next moment he was practicing the Fa in the courtyard.

It's like there's a bug in the world.

In the surrounding buildings, such scenes are staged at the same time, like all kinds of ghosts.

Only in the center, there are probably many such solemn worships, so that the apparition remains somewhat intact.

Solemn and solemn!

It can be seen that there was once a group that had such a sacrifice for a long time.

"It's ······ Space-time illusions? Zhang Junyong looked at it for a moment and asked.

There are a bunch of Xuan Immortals around, and their vision is naturally not bad, and when they perceive it a little, they can guess that it is not far from ten.

Wang Zijia nodded and said, "It should be, let's go and take a look, I guess you are going to be disappointed, this is probably indeed a forbidden place, but it is not a treasure house of the ancient family." ”

Everyone looked at Wang Zijia, their eyes flickered, guessing what Wang Zijia should know.

However, although all kinds of thoughts kept coming out, no one asked anything, and silently followed, heading towards the worship square in the center of the complex.

······

As Wang Zijia and the others drifted towards the square in the center of the complex, the phantoms that flashed like a pause in the surrounding buildings seemed to be affected and disappeared without a trace under the slight flow of air.

The crowd ignored this and cautiously floated into the square.

With the arrival of everyone, when they floated down, the sacrificial phantom in the square was also affected and slowly disappeared.

Probably because of the discovery of such a sacrificial scene, everyone did not fly directly over out of basic respect.

Instead, he floated down to the square, and walked towards the main hall at the bottom.

The surroundings are all standard Taoist era buildings, white jade is the main color, carved beams and painted buildings, between the eaves and arches, there is less fog, and there is also a little less fairy ethereal, but there is a little more vicissitudes of antiquity and a sense of precipitation of long years.

Because he had just returned from the Quaternary, Wang Zijia was in a trance, as if he was still in the Yaoshan Zhang clan in the Quaternary.

······

The group strolled through the square and up the huge staircase to the magnificent, somewhat palace-like temple building.

The inside of the main hall is the same as the outside, it looks like a grand palace, but it is arranged like a temple and a shrine, but there is only one statue of the god····· Well, the statue.

When the people saw the idol, they froze in place.

Wang Zijia also subconsciously stopped.

On the crystal clear perfect jade, it is not him who is carved, but who is it.

On the perfect face of the sculpture, with a bright smile, but with endless sorrow in his eyes, and a little nostalgia, he looked at the direction of the entrance of the main hall, as if he was looking at everyone.

Being watched by the gods, for no reason, everyone felt a rush of holiness and tragedy.

It's as if it's a holy person enshrined here.

Qin Xianyu and the others were also in a trance, and they didn't remember this look too deeply, too deeply.

Back then, Wang Zijia taught them that he often used a bright smile to fuse the heart and mind techniques, and added missionary techniques.

When preaching, when we get along with each other in daily life, through emotional fluctuations, I deeply imprinted my figure in their hearts, without making a trace.

To the point of being unforgettable!

Especially Wang Zijia in the end, for the sake of the disciples of the Taiqing Palace in the Eastern Wilderness, the picture when he fell completely solidified in the hearts of Qin Xianyu and the others.

And the Wang Zijia in memory is the look of the sculpture in front of him, such a warm look for their life.

There is determination in nostalgia, with the warmth of protecting all beings.

······

The crowd was stunned for a while.

"Gollum!" Zhang Junyong came back to his senses slightly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said, "Wang Daoyou, this is ······"

Wang Zijia also came back to his senses slightly, ignored Zhang Junyong, but looked at the statue, and sighed with a lonely face as he walked up: "Alas, Yaoshan Zhang's family, what a distant memory!" ”

"Gollum!"

“······”

Zhang Junyong and the seven of them looked at Wang Zijia who recognized himself as the statue, and even though they knew that Wang Zijia's background might be an ancient monk, they were still a little stunned.

You must know that this place is very likely to be beyond the Fifth Age, but a subsidiary world of the Fourth or even Third Age Dao Court Imperial Family!

Doesn't this mean that this is the ultimate antique in front of you!

Not only survived the great destruction when he collided with the ruins, but also crossed the darkness, turmoil, and despair of the entire end of the Fifth Age?

······

Although Qin Xianyu and the others were surprised, they were not too surprised.

Because they knew at a very young age that this person was a reincarnated being in their time!

"Daoyou said, Yaoshan Zhang? Was this world originally called Yaoshan Realm? Seeing this, Zhang Junyong asked.

The temporary names they had given to this were: Ruined District, Soul Melting Realm.

Wang Zijia nodded slightly, and walked towards the main hall.

Everyone hesitated for a moment, and then followed one after another.

The main hall is quite huge, but it is also a little empty, after all, it only enshrines a sculpture several feet high.

There used to be a very prosperous family belief here, and the entire hall still has a faint smell of incense, which has not dispersed for a long time.

It is conceivable that Wang Zijia should have had an extraordinary status in this family back then, and even became a divine existence.

"That's ······!"

After only a few steps forward, a few people who observed the main hall were attracted by the things in the main hall.

I saw the whole hall, except for the statue sculpture at the bottom, and the incense table in front of the sculpture, the surroundings were very empty.

And there are a lot of decorations on the walls around the empty hall?

Or a mural!

It was a painting made by a monk who painted it, or rather, a special photograph.

On the walls, murals seem to tell legends and stage tragic epics.

Except for some tiny murals in some corners, the core of the left and right walls is obviously a picture of the ancient battlefield.

Demons invade, demons destroy the world.

A white-haired young man appeared on the battlefield, he appeared like a legendary sacred, beckoning, a giant banner covering the sky appeared, shaking it, collecting thousands of demon spirits, like the sacredness of salvation, saving all beings.

The monk who made the mural should at least be a painting fairy.

The things on the painting are not only alive, but also the tragedy of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, the despair of the many monks, the terrifying power of the young man, and the divine hope, which are extremely expressive, even more impressive than the light experience.

At a glance, people can deeply portray this scene into their minds.

Such murals, like epic legends, are interpreted in front of everyone's eyes and told in their ears, so that everyone's mood cannot be calmed down for a long time.

"Forehead ······"

Originally, all this still shocked everyone enough.

But when someone followed the fresco, looked up and saw the ceiling of the main hall. was completely stunned by the huge picture scroll on the ceiling again, and lost the ability to speak for a long time.

Not only because of the information of the scroll, but also because of the majestic momentum revealed on the painting.

In the whole ceiling, there is only a flickering picture.

It was also a white-haired young man, and at this moment, a huge god-like Dao shadow appeared behind the young man, and the other party was floating in the air.

Underneath him were countless monks and disciples, as well as sheltered beings.

And on the other side, above the void, there is a terrifying blood-colored foot, stepping towards the whole world, as if to crush it all.

The thick ominousness on the blood-colored feet, the terrifying feeling of despair, made people who saw it for the first time feel numb in their scalps and their hearts palpitated.

As the picture turns, the young man draws his sword and slays the demon. Then he glanced at the beings with nostalgia, and disintegrated and disappeared like a feather.

This picture scroll is probably too expressive, the things in it are too terrifying, and there is too much information, not to mention the seven Zhang Junyong, and even the five Qin Xianyu, who are quite calm, have lost their minds for a long time and looked at the sky blankly.

Watch the young man's every move, over and over again.

At this moment, they seemed to return to that tragic and magnificent time, becoming the protected beings, watching the gods who guarded them, their immortals, their saints, and their ancestors turned into a flood of spiritual light and collapsed for them.

There was no reason in my heart, a strange sense of shame, a faint sadness, and I subconsciously turned my head to look at it.

found that Wang Zijia was also looking at the picture scroll on the ceiling, but his expression was a little stunned, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

At this time, outside the quiet hall, there was a sudden sound.

Everyone who was stunned was all moved, and when they looked back, they saw a figure walking quickly from outside the hall.

"See Uncle Shi!"

"I've seen Uncle Xun!"

“······”

Everyone immediately came back to their senses and saluted the visitors in unison.

Wang Zijia also immediately saluted, and said to Li Xunbo, the minister of the Five Elements Department and the Golden Immortal Realm, who had a relationship: "Why are you here too?" ”

"Didn't I hear that this place was opened, and it happened to be nearby, so I stopped by to open my eyes. Was this place originally a dojo for Taoist friends? Li Xunbo was still looking around.

He should have received the news from Zhang Junyong and his entourage, and he had been prepared, so his expression was quite calm.

However, when he saw the picture scroll on the ceiling, he couldn't help but pause, although he covered it up well, but a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Wang Zijia shook his head and said, "It's not a dojo, this place is the land of the Zhang clan of the Daoting Court." At the end of the Quaternary Period, before the all-out war, they were responsible for invading the Yaoshan Boundary and carrying out the capture of the boundary. ”

"As a result, before the capture was completely completed and brought back to Shenhong, the three major realms started a full-scale war, and they were finally trapped on the edge of the battlefield."

"And because of some coincidence, I can be regarded as the final rescue of this world?"

In Wang Zijia's indifferent words, everyone subconsciously looked at him.

Wang Zijia said with a calm expression, stretched out his hand and gestured to the surrounding murals before continuing:

"No, these are some of the things that happened back then. I didn't expect to see it again after so many years, but unfortunately, things are not people! ”

Between the words, Wang Zijia was a little lonely, his expression was vicissitudes, and he sighed faintly.

When everyone heard this, they all subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the terrifying picture scroll on the ceiling. Wang Zijia also glanced up before continuing:

"However, speaking of which, I have some relationship with the Yaoshan Zhang family, and we should be regarded as the same branch in blood."

Li Xunbo nodded suddenly, withdrew his gaze, and looked at the bottom of the hall, but his gaze suddenly paused.

Everyone looked down and found that at the bottom of the statue-like sculpture, there was a tablet enshrined on the desk.

"The Throne of His Royal Highness Zhang Shenghong, the ancestor of the Zhang family of the Taoist Courtyard Yao Mountain"

In addition to the tablet, on the offering table in front of the statue, there is also a Lingyu.

Wang Zijia looked at Na Lingyu with a surprised expression.

Before everyone came back to their senses, with a casual gesture of hand, Ling Yu flew to Wang Zijia.

Everyone watched this scene, and they were already stunned, they didn't say anything or do anything, just watched quietly.

(End of chapter)