This picture is a starry sky.

In a pitch-black space, stars fell, tornadoes appeared out of thin air, like a turbulent undercurrent, and an old man wearing a gold-rimmed robe on a black background stood there, his clothes hunting.

His long white hair fluttered wildly in the turbulence of space, a pair of snow eyebrows, and a pair of red eyes, as if hiding a sea of blood. On the palm of this hand, there is a white staff, this staff seems to be made of the thigh bone of a strange creature, at the tip of the staff, there are nearly a hundred skulls, and a cloud of ghost fire burns from the skull, illuminating the snow all around.

His sleeves were empty, and even though he only had one arm, his aura was still vast and boundless, like a mountain, and it was suppressed down.

Zhan Wuji just glanced at it, and he felt an extremely dangerous aura coming towards him!

"This is an eternal evil." "Fu Poor" looked at the old man and said lightly.

"yes."

"The fourteenth level of the Heavenly Dao."

The Sixty-Four Heavens of the Heavenly Dao?

Zhan Wuji was taken aback, he heard from his master that the powerhouses of the Sixty-Four Tribulation Realm were only a handful in this life!

And his master is such a person.

As for the others, he doesn't know!

And the "constant evil" in front of him is such a person?

But Fu Poor continued: "Heng Xie was one of the monks of the previous generation, and died in the floating chess game. ”

Sixty-four cross-ferryers, who died in the "floating chess game"?

Zhan Wuji was taken aback, but seeing that the "Fu Poor" did not linger long, he walked straight over, and immediately chased after him.

Soon, another picture appeared in front of him.

It was a dark picture, as if shrouded in a layer of fog, but there was no one there.

"This is my portrait." "Fu Poor" said indifferently.

After saying that, he said no more and moved on.

Da Da Da ......

Zhan Wuji also tends to keep up.

Soon, a picture appeared from the air, this is a stone stele, located under a stone stele, countless stone tablets, scattered, high and low, different styles, and some extremely gorgeous, inlaid with gold inlaid treasures; Some are very rough, with only one branch; Some were a skeleton, a corpse......

Zhan Wuji's eyes looked at the mountain peak behind the stone monument, and he saw that there was a mountain peak, and it was clearly a majestic boulder!

Its color is as black as ink, and it seems to be a pure color, but if you look closely, you can see that there are countless lines carved on it, and these lines are like lifelike life, squirming rapidly on it.

An old man dressed in a gorgeous costume with his hands behind his back and his clothes fluttering.

His face was wrinkled, and his lips drooped down like a sharp blade cutting through the void, exuding a fierce aura. On the top of her head, she wears a golden crown, and around her waist, there is a piece of immaculate jade, even in the picture scroll, it is also shining and dazzling, although the clothes are gorgeous, but not rude, but with an innate grace and luxury.

A pair of eyes, like sharp blades, stared at the outside of the painting, and a strong killing intent, like a tide, erupted from the painting.

"Fu Poor" said lightly: "This creation is also a great monk. ”

"He's the one who entered the Immortal Road before."

"Now, inside this painting, is a wisp of consciousness and a wisp of relics left behind before he became an immortal."

"The value of a person's relics is far higher than that of ordinary ancestors."

"Ordinary people will not be recognized by them."

"If you can become the head of the sect, maybe you can get the inheritance of the immortals......"

"In addition, every time the immortal road is opened, future generations can also come here to awaken the consciousness of those ancestors who have become immortals, and inquire about the news of the upper realm by the way."

"However, it comes at a great cost."

Hearing this, Zhan Wuji's face became solemn.

An ancestor who has already become an immortal, the wisp of consciousness left behind, that is a genuine immortal consciousness!

"Fu Poor" goes all the way, and it is a new picture, walking along this bloody road.

On the picture scroll is a picture of the night, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains seem to have fallen asleep, the mountains and forests are lonely, and the birds and beasts are not alarmed.

A graceful figure rose in the air, her face hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see her face clearly, but her eyes were as bright as magic.

A slender and white palm poked out from the mandala of the green ground, and the five fingers were spread out, and a pale green flame fluttered on her palm.

This flame, only the size of a soybean, is extremely small compared to this mountain range, but the breath it exudes is enough to burn this land to ashes.

It only took a moment for Zhan Wuji to feel a scorching breath rising from him, and the whole person seemed to be standing in a sea of fire.

"This is a hanging osmanthus." "Fu Poor" explained.

"It's a failed Ascendant."

"However, it is also a Mahayana existence, and the remaining wisp of consciousness still has a certain amount of wisdom."

"I've studied her legacy."

With that, he continued to walk forward.

As he walked, he explained, "This is also a failed monk. ”

"Someone once had his legacy."

"It's a pity that that junior didn't have enough talent and opportunity after all, and finally died in battle when he joined the way."

The robe shuttled through the blood-drenched road, and the voice of "Fu Poor" kept coming: "This person is also a person who has ascended.

"It's the same as luck, it's all done."

"So far, no one has been able to comprehend his divine sense."

"I'll have to wait a little longer."

"This is the Ascended Servant who died on the Floating Life Disk."

"There are a few people who have received his legacy."

"However, most of them died, and only two survived, and they were the Supreme Elders of my sect."

"Who is he?"

After a while, the red light of Fu Poor's feet stopped spreading, and there was an empty space in front of him, like an endless starry sky.

Zhan Wuji found that the originally boundless group of soul lamps had dissipated silently.

Rather, it is a black surface of water, undisturbed, undisturbed, undisturbed.

This side of the water is very wide, as if it is a deep sea, but the waves are not exciting.

If he didn't feel it, he would have wondered if it was a piece of black glass.

An extremely large picture was floating in mid-air above the black water.

This picture, compared to any picture I had seen before, was much taller, as if it could hold up the heavens and the earth.

In the picture, the ambilight is brilliant and crystal clear, and there are thousands of rays of light illuminating all directions, like a sun in the sky, which complements this dark water surface.

This is a spirit stone!

This is a high-grade spirit stone!

There are countless high-grade spirit stones!