Xiongwan, the lord of Miluo Island, led everyone in the passage on the fourth floor of the Tianxu Palace, the dangers here are unknown, and there is not a single word in the ancient books.

"No wonder there are more than one hundred and thirty monks who can pass through the first three layers, originally I thought that the harsh environment and vicious monsters before would block most of the monks, and only a few dozen people could reach the fourth layer.

It turned out that these monks of the Star Sea had obtained some of the situation on the first three floors of the Heavenly Void Hall through various means, and had made corresponding preparations.

Since this is the case, it can be regarded as a fortunate thing, after all, the more monks, the greater the strength of this temporary alliance, and the farther it will be able to go in the Heavenly Void Palace.

"Brother Lin, it's really a blessing, I thought I would never see you again!" A familiar voice came from behind.

Lin Feng looked back, but saw a swordsman in a green shirt coming over, the green shirt was covered with dust and sand and a few holes, which looked a little dusty.

"Brother Zhang Feiyun, why don't you see that Zhang Dayong?" Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder and smiled.

"Hey, I waited for a long time at the entrance of the fourth floor of the Heavenly Void Palace, and I didn't stop until everyone set off just now. The Dayong brothers are still delayed in the future, and they must have died in the road of ice and fire. ”

Zhang Feiyun sighed and said, for this brother, he cares a lot, he grew up together and entered the sect to cultivate together.

I have fought side by side many times, and they have a tacit understanding, but unfortunately this time they had to separate on the way to ice and fire, fighting separately, and then they were separated by yin and yang.

"The deceased is gone, Brother Zhang still has to keep going, and Brother Dayong is also very eager to see you explore the mysteries in the depths of the Heavenly Void Palace. Lin Feng said earnestly.

Zhang Feiyun sighed deeply and said, "The fate of our monks is like this, those who have always been unlucky are buried in the wilderness, and even the corpses cannot return to their hometowns. And we, the surviving monks, have only struggled in the red dust for a longer time. ”

"Ten thousand feet of red dust to refine the mind, my generation of cultivators is to seek a transcendent realm, but don't rest on your laurels. Lin Feng said sincerely.

Then the two of them followed the team closely, and although the danger had not yet appeared, it was definitely much more difficult to deal with than the previous three floors.

The passage stretches like a labyrinth, and as you go down, you find many corners.

"In this labyrinthine passage, we have no basis, so it is extremely inefficient to move forward together and find a way out. Despite the dangers around us, we had to divide into small teams, and if any team found the right path, please let us know with the Sound Stone.

Even if you reach the fifth floor, you won't be able to go far with the strength of your small team, so please don't abandon your teammates. ”

Wan Wanyi, the lord of Miluo Island, made a decision in a solemn manner.

It's very easy to divide the Provisional Alliance into small teams, as long as the teams in their respective regions belong to them before.

The Jiuding Sect naturally formed another team and found a way to move forward quickly, while the Tsing Yi Monk acted with their own Scorpion Sea team.

Lin Feng looked up at the tall stone walls around him, extending all the way to the top, about a thousand zhang high.

At the top of the stone wall, there is a misty gray-brown mist, which is impossible to see through.

The quaint stone walls are covered with murals, which are carved with some kind of sharp weapon.

The content of the murals is varied, including hunting, farming and sacrifices, and battles between various tribes in ancient times......

Among so many murals, especially the battle between the ancient monks, it occupies a large space, and there are more than a dozen stone tablets in a row, on which the scene of the fierce battle is depicted in detail.

Although the brushwork of this mural is rough, a few brushstrokes can outline the appearance of an ancient ancestor quite expressively, and the people at that time were closer to nature and more simple.

However, their tenacity and fighting spirit will not be lost to the people of today.

Compared with this magnificent mural, the hundreds of murals that Lin Feng saw in the Qilin Cave of Huoyun Peak in the Medicine King Valley at the beginning seemed to be a bit of a fine brushwork.

The murals in the Qilin Cave mainly tell the story of how the original generation of sword maniacs slaughtered the fire qilin, perhaps in ancient times, the trend of scroll notes was not yet prevalent, and many major events needed to be passed down in the form of murals.

Lin Feng felt that the mural was easier to circulate for a long time than the scroll, and it was also easier for future generations to discover and understand.

You must know that some scrolls are too powerful because of the spiritual power infused at the time of production, and many people who are not strong enough in later generations will not be able to see them, and there are even few opportunities to see this scroll.

On the contrary, this mural can be seen by anyone who comes, and although there are many differences in understanding these scenes, there will always be someone who will have a pair of wise eyes and a quiet heart, and can cut through the chaff.

"The artistic conception of antiquity is like the flower on the other side, even if it can't be picked, it has always survived in the heart. Lin Feng suddenly said this in his heart.

Seeing the simple and atmospheric murals in front of him, Lin Feng had an extremely strong sense of familiarity, but he couldn't say why this was the case, he didn't belong to this cultivation time, he would come here by fate, and he was full of origin for this inexplicable ancient world.

"Your cultivation is not enough, don't look at these murals again, otherwise you will be mentally exhausted and fall into a place of no return. Xie Lingtian realized the seriousness of the problem and hurriedly stopped the disciples.

Most of the disciples obeyed Xie Lingtian's order and turned their heads with their eyes fixed on the front.

But there were two people who ignored this, Lin Feng and An Rushan, a disciple in a brocade robe.

An Rushan is the same as Yan Shaobai before, and his cultivation is not bad, otherwise he would not have been selected as one of the top ten elite disciples of the Jiuding Sect.

Lin Feng and An Rushan's eyes were staring at the mural, but their mentality was very different. Lin Feng intends to perceive the artistic conception of antiquity from the many simple murals, while An Rushan stares at every corner of the murals with an extremely greedy eye, hoping to find any opportunities or precious treasures.

"Why don't I wake them up?" Li Zhou said in a deep voice.

"By no means, they have been attracted by the mysterious aura of the ancient murals, and they have fallen into that subtle artistic conception, and once they are forcibly awakened, their minds will almost collapse.

Only by looking at their own creation, is the power of the mind strong enough?" Xie Lingtian sighed.

The labyrinthine passages seemed to be extremely quiet, and the other monks' teams chose other passages and were going through the same test.

The other disciples in the team didn't dare to act rashly, Lei Yu said: "But if you don't let it go, most of them will be more than lucky when they fall into this kind of illusion! ”

"You're thinking too naïve, if you can really do this, wouldn't Elder Ben know if Dao Dao would have made a move earlier?" Xie Lingtian didn't have a good attitude towards Lei Yu, a young peerless sword cultivator.

Lei Yu spread his hands to express his helplessness, and Ximen next to him ruthlessly stroked the narrow black sword in his hand, and muttered: "I think Lei Yu's method is feasible, you should be able to trust our fierce sword qi." ”

Xie Lingtian was a little speechless and waited for Ximen to be ruthless, and he didn't bother to argue about anything, a powerful momentum surged out of itself, enveloping the space with a radius of more than twenty zhang.

Whoever didn't listen to the command and wanted to move lightly, Xie Lingtian would not hesitate to teach him a hard lesson.

He, an elder, is usually chic and uninhibited, and seems to be very easy to speak, but at critical times, he has his own principles for handling things.

As a result, the people in the Jiuding Sect team could only stare at Lin Feng and An Rushan, and they couldn't help.

A dim halo of light emanates from the surrounding walls, making the passage extremely illusory, and a sense of ancient vicissitudes lingers in people's hearts.

An Rushan stared at the mural, his eyes glowing with a strange brilliance, just like a beggar seeing wine and food.

With a trance-like feeling, An Rushan clearly felt the monk in the mural rush out and pull him in with his dry palm.

"Poof~" An Rushan squirted a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground.

In fact, his soul was just pulled into the mural, and Lin Feng was still staring at the ancient monk's battle map, and his eyes looked very calm.