On every footprint, there are countless demons carved, and the eyes full of hatred are condensed into evil entities, rolling in the main hall, wisps of black smoke rising up, permeating the main hall, as if all the souls are shrouded in a haze.

"Come up." The "poor" patriarch stood up.

"Yes!" Zhan Wuji immediately responded.

As soon as he stepped on the blood-red steps, he immediately felt an inexplicable change around him.

He felt as if he had been teleported to the Great Hall of Inheritance in an instant, but when he looked at it, the soul lamp was still suspended in mid-air, and there was nothing unusual about it.

As if he was puzzled, the "Fu Poor" Ancestor stood on the steps with his hands behind his back, and said softly: "This is the secret road to this sect. ”

"Every Holy Ancestor will go to a secret place to retreat after the Tribulation Period is over."

"You're still just on the way, but it's not far from the Tribulation, but you have a chance to come over."

"Yes!" Zhan Wuji bowed.

He took a step, followed behind the "Fu Poor" ancestor, followed the footsteps of the ancestor, and walked inside.

"Fu Poor" fell with one foot, and the void was blank, but there was a crimson ladder that appeared out of thin air.

I don't know how long it took, but a huge picture gradually came into view.

This painting, with its simple colors, seems to have existed for a long, long time, depicts an endless sea of blood, and in the center of this sea of blood, there is a hazy figure, like a wet painting.

Zhan Wuji recognized it at a glance, the person on it was the "Dark Blood" ancestor, who had fought for him!

"This is the blood of the Netherworld." "Fu Poor" spoke calmly.

"Four thousand years ago, he had already reached the tribulation period and became the founding patriarch of my Xuanling Sect."

"You only need to go through a few more tribulations to achieve Mahayana."

"However, he doesn't have enough strength to meet the next Dao Tribulation."

"This time, he won't be involved in the floating chess game."

Zhan Wuji listened carefully, the "taste of the world" of Jiuzhi was because of the lack of a catastrophe.

However, when he was in the Beginningless Villa, he had already attracted the final Dao Tribulation, and it was unclear whether he had succeeded or not.

But from the words of the "Fu Poor" ancestor, he can also deduce that the strength of "Shiwei" is only above the "Blood".

"Fu Poor" did not linger on the painting of "Blood", but took a big step towards the painting.

It didn't take long for a new picture to emerge, showing a strange and solemn corpse puppet, one of them in brocade clothes, wearing a golden crown and a jasper necklace, and its face seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, blurred, giving people a sense of unruliness, holding a feather flask in his hand, drinking and having fun.

"Fu Poor" Ancestor stopped and explained lightly: "This is the law. ”

"That time, it was 4,700 years ago."

"He died in the twenty-three heavenly tribulations."

"This painting seals his consciousness and his inheritance."

"Whenever the outer gate is bigger, the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter ascend the throne, the suzerain enthronement ceremony, etc., his divine thoughts will appear from time to time."

"This remnant soul has no wisdom of its own, and will only follow its own will."

Failed to cross the apocalypse?

Zhan Wuji was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the "Fu Poor" Ancestor walking away again, he also hurriedly followed.

This picture, colorful and full of flowers, looks like it is rich and rich, but if you look closely, you can see that on every blue flower, there are hideous faces, with a bit of hideous and angry.

In a field of flowers, a man sits cross-legged, holding a flower in his hand, his head bowed, revealing only a small part of his face, which looks extremely pale.

"This is a fate." "Fu Poor" said.

"Thirty-seven tribulations, he died."

"Just like the original Dharma King, he sealed a wisp of his consciousness and a legacy in this picture."

"Whenever something catches the attention of the Inheritance Hall, that's when they wake up."

The words fell, and he stepped forward.

Zhan Wuji also tends to keep up.

The ethereal blood ladder seemed to have no end, and the paintings were suspended in mid-air, neatly arranged.

"Fu Poor" said as he left with Zhan Wuji.

There are more than 100 paintings here, but most of the ancestors in them have long since died, leaving only a trace of thought and a trace of Taoism.

It wasn't until they came to a painting that the "poor" ancestor spoke: "This is the resentment of the stars." ”

"As long as you cross the path tribulation again, you can achieve Mahayana."

"She's ready, ready."

"Now, I am in a deep sleep in this painting, and this is to delay my calamity."

"I'll wake her up when you've made it past the final level."

"When the time comes, she will go on a trip outside the territory to survive this final tribulation."

"If he's still alive, he'll be involved in this floating chess game."

Zhan Wuji glanced at the picture, and saw that in the picture, the corpses were piled up into a hill, and at the top of that hill, a female cultivator wearing a mask was standing there with her hands on her back.

Her hair was pouring down like a waterfall, and her face was covered with a thin veil that covered her beautiful face, revealing only a pair of cold and shining pupils, flashing with a blade-like light, and under the veil, there was a blood-red patch.

Xu Xiaoshou bowed his head slightly, this "Star Hate" ancestor seems to be on the same level as the "World Flavor" of Jiuzhi Mountain.

"Fu Poor" walked forward for a while, and saw more images, some lying in the sea of blood, some lying in the mass grave, some floating in the sea of souls, and some surrounded by endless ghosts.

Among them, some have died, and some have been injured by the Dao Tribulation and are dying, and it will take a long time to recover to the peak, so they have nothing to do with this immortal path.

Da Da Da ......

"Fu Poor" looked at another painting, this painting, a little boy of six or seven years old, wearing a red robe, a golden chain on his head, wearing a joyful dress, but on his head, there are two identical little boys, one is crying, the other is smiling, looking extremely strange.

"This is Yuan Li." "Fu Poor" paused and explained.

"It's like Star Hate, he only has one Dao Tribulation left."

Moreover, this calamity will also come at any time. ”

"If I can survive the thunderstorm, I can participate in this floating chess game."

Subsequently, "Fu Poor" successively introduced several people who were still in the tribulation, both men and women, with different appearances and different personalities, but they all had one thing in common, that is, everyone had one more tribulation left.

In front of Hao Ren and Vivien's eyes, there was a huge scroll that exuded a terrifying aura.