Zhao Tong and Wu Ye were in the realm of comprehension, and Qian Wuwei had nothing to do, so he could only stay bored, glancing at the four blurred paintings on the wall from time to time.

Darkness and light.

That line of heaven and earth divided the darkness and the light, completely separated the darkness and the light, and divided them into two different worlds.

After recovering his strength, Qian Wuwei stood up and paced slowly towards the end of the darkness, the closer he got to the light, the more terrifying the gravity in the air became, and every step almost used Qian Wuwei's strength.

"Wuwei, don't leave here yet. Sensing Qian Wuwei's aura towards the end of the darkness, Zhao Tong opened his mouth to remind.

Qian Wuwei turned his head and looked at Zhao Tong with difficulty, but unfortunately it was too dark, and he couldn't see the specific location of Zhao Tong and Wu Ye.

"Those four paintings are weird, and besides, I suspect that once you leave the Dark Place, you will never come back. Zhao Tong's voice came from afar.

"Senior Zhao has seen those four paintings before?"

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, those four paintings are the real entrance to the Sealed Land, and when you see the four paintings, you will understand, Wu Wei, remember, you must not leave the Dark Land easily. After saying that, Zhao Tong stopped talking.

Four paintings are the true entrance to the Sealed Lands?

Qian Wuwei was full of curiosity, turned his head back and continued to walk towards the end of the darkness.

Click......

The huge gravity pressed the bones in Qian Wuwei's body continuously, and the sound seemed to crush the bones, but Qian Wuwei clearly felt that the bones in his body were not broken.

The bones in the body are constantly bending, constantly struggling, and fighting against gravity, like unyielding guards full of tenacious vitality and fighting spirit.

A trance flashed in Qian Wuwei's eyes, this situation was so weird, the muscles rumbled and bulged, tearing the clothes on his body, and the muscles up and down his body had all kinds of strength, as if a light punch could smash a mountain, and a single kick could destroy a building.

Obviously, the power of the primordial gods, the natal flying sword, and the power of the law have all been imprisoned, why is this happening now?

Could it be that this gravity field is really suitable for physical training?

Qian Wuwei's hands were clenched into fists, and he felt that he was really powerful, even though his clothes were in tatters, he couldn't take care of it now.

"Go ahead and give it a try. ”

A bright light flashed in Qian Wuwei's eyes, and he raised his foot and stepped forward, crackling...... The bones in his body kept making noises, and at that moment he felt that his bones seemed to be much thicker.

The thick bones grew thicker and longer, as if they wanted to break the shackles of the muscles.

"If you keep walking forward, will you become a skeleton yourself?"

Qian Wuwei retracted the steps he had taken, and the strange feeling of his bones becoming thicker and longer disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Is it a delusion, or is it ...... The influence of the dual realm has delusioned yourself?"

Qian Wuwei continued to take steps and then slowly retracted, and the feeling of thickening and lengthening his bones was very clear.

He touched his chin with his right hand, lowered his head and pondered, Qian Wuwei knew very little about the realm of pseudo-saints and the realm of saints, this method had gone beyond the realm of heaven and earth, and belonged to a completely new category, a category that he had never touched.

After hesitating for a long time, Qian Wuwei didn't dare to move forward easily, he sat cross-legged on the ground, and his gaze fell on the four paintings hanging on the wall.

Sure enough, they were four paintings, four hanging paintings, which were firmly "hung" on the wall by a mysterious force, motionless.

Seeing the picture on the first picture, Qian Wuwei was extremely shocked, there was a little old man painted on the picture, if it was an ordinary little old man, Qian Wuwei would definitely not be shocked, but the little old man on the painting had seen it not long ago.

He is exactly the same as the little old man transformed into a golden-colored bone, the only difference is that the little old man in the painting is larger, and the little old man who was broken by the combination of the turtle and the colorful swallowing python is a miniature version of the little old man in the painting.

"This ...... How is this ...... How is that possible?"

Qian Wuwei rubbed his eyes fiercely with his right hand, and the facts told him that everything in front of him was real.

In the painting, a little old man stands alone and proudly, he seems to look down on all living things, there is nothing in the picture except the little old man, although it is a painting, Qian Wuwei can still feel the terrifying aura emanating from the little old man.

Was this painting painted by a strong person in the saint realm?

The little old man in the painting seems to be looking at Qian Wuwei and smiling, smiling kindly, this smile is just like the little old man who was transformed into golden-colored bones before laughing, how similar the smiles of the two of them are, making Qian Wuwei feel creepy.

The little old man in the painting is ready to move, as if he wants to break the shackles of the painting and come out of the flesh of snatching money and doing nothing.

What a spooky painting!

What a weird little old man!

Hasn't the golden bone been destroyed?Hasn't the broken Yuan Shen power been scattered by Zhao Tong?

Isn't the entrance to the Sealed Lands already open?

Why does the little old man appear in the painting?

He ...... He seems to be really smiling, and his smile is kind!"

Qian Wuwei tried to withdraw his gaze from the painting, and at that moment he felt the reluctance of the little old man in the painting, he was reluctant to let Qian Wuwei's gaze leave the picture.

After retracting his gaze, Qian Wuwei's heart was beating wildly, very fast and powerful.

Is this really a painting?

Is the little old man really the man in the painting?

"Hell, why am I afraid of a painting?" Qian Wuwei muttered to himself.

"Heavenly ...... Arched...... Peak ......"

"Heavenly ...... Arched...... Peak ......"

"Heavenly ...... Arched...... Peak ......"

"Heavenly ...... Arched...... Peak ......"

......

Hearing a familiar voice, Qian Wuwei turned around and walked back.

"Heavenly ...... Arched...... Peak ......"

"Heavenly ...... Arched...... Peak ......"

"Heavenly ...... Arched...... Peak ......"

"Heavenly ...... Arched...... Peak ......"

......

"Are you finished?" Qian Wuwei turned to the painting and snarled at the little old man.

The little old man in the painting saw Qian Wuwei going farther and farther, and a trace of loss flashed in his eyes.

"Sleep, I guess I haven't rested well these days and I'm hallucinating in my head. ”

Qian Wuwei lay on the ground, closed his eyes, no longer looked at the painting, trying not to let himself think about anything anymore, but the little old man's kind smile had been deeply imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Wuwei, did you see him?" Zhao Tong's words sounded not far away.

"Hmm!"

"The broken primordial spirit in the painting is much stronger than the previous one, so you must be careful when you leave the dark place, don't give him a chance to take your body. ”

"Senior Zhao, he ...... Is he really just some broken primordial power?"

"Yes, the abilities of the powerhouses of the Sage Realm are far beyond our understanding, it is rumored that they can be reborn even if they have only a drop of blood left, and although the power of the primordial gods in the painting is broken, it is not impossible to be reborn as long as there is an opportunity. ”

Hearing Zhao Tong's words, Qian Wuwei wanted to cry, could it be that his body was really liked by that old monster?

"Wuwei, you are safe here for the time being, after all, there is a dual realm arranged by the predecessors of the Sage Realm, he can't enter it yet, you have a good rest first, try to recover all your physical strength, and then we will slowly figure out a way!" Zhao Tong hesitated.

"Thank you, Senior Zhao, I know what to do?" Qian Wuwei said in a low voice.

"You don't have to worry too much, this broken primordial god power has been out of the body for too long, unless he recovers to the realm of a pseudo-saint and breaks free from the shackles of painting, otherwise, it will be difficult for him to succeed in taking your body. Zhao Tong comforted.

"I understand, thank you Senior Zhao. Qian Wuwei said with a wry smile on his face.

"I cultivated first. ”

Qian Wuwei didn't understand how Zhao Tong and Wu Ye could comprehend the mysteries of the realm in this dark place? In this ghost place, there was nothing but endless darkness and weird gravity, how could they comprehend the mysteries of the realm?

Maybe it's the reason why the cultivation is not in the realm, in short, Qian Wuwei can't feel anything in this dark place.

"Heavenly ...... Arched...... Peak ......"

"Heavenly ...... Arched...... Peak ......"

"Heavenly ...... Arched...... Peak ......"

"Heavenly ...... Arched...... Peak ......"

......

Faintly, Qian Wuwei could vaguely hear the little old man's voice echoing in the darkness.

Qian Wuwei stretched out his hands and covered his ears tightly, but he was uneasy in his heart, and Zhao Tong's words made his heart unable to calm down.

Time in the Dark Land always passes by inadvertently, and no one knows when it is night and when it is day.

The Dark Lands are forever endless darkness.

On the other side of the Dark Lands is always a bright patch of color.

The four paintings are quietly "hung" on the wall, as if they have taken root on the wall.

In the painting, the little old man has his hands behind his back, his long hair and clothes are flowing back, he has a serious expression, his eyes are looking down at everything, and his body is standing proudly.

The little old man didn't smile, his face was serious.

There was no kind smile on the little old man's face.

He stood in the painting, as if he had trampled the entire Creation Continent under his feet, and everything under his feet was an ant.

There is obviously nothing in the painting except the little old man, but the person who sees the painting can feel the artistic conception of the painting, feel the pride of the little old man, feel the strength of the little old man, and feel the majesty of the little old man who is proud of the common people.

When 10,000 people look at the same painting, they will see 10,000 different artistic conceptions.

This is a painting drawn in the realm of a saint.

It was supposed to be an ordinary painting, because the realm of the person who painted it was the realm of saints, and because of this, it became a mysterious and unpredictable painting.

Qian Wuwei couldn't forget the little old man's kind smile, the little old man's gaze at him, and the little old man's call.

"After returning to the Heavenly Sword Gate, I must turn the Heavenly Dome Peak upside down and see what secrets are hidden in the Heavenly Dome Peak in addition to the Sage Realm Sword Array?"

Sky Dome Peak.

The Heavenly Sword Sect used to be the peak with the lowest prestige, and it was also the peak with the fewest disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Because the Heavenly Dome Peak has the sword array left by the predecessors of the Sage Realm, sheltering the entire Heavenly Sword Gate, yes, despite how the Heavenly Dome Peak has declined over the years, the high-level of the Heavenly Sword Gate has never had the intention of being banned by the Heavenly Dome Peak.

Tianqiong Peak is a haven in Qian Wuwei's heart, accompanying Qian Wuwei for more than 3,000 years of quiet days.

In the Sky Dome Peak, Qian Wuwei left too many good memories, and he could never forget those carefree days in the Sky Dome Peak.

Heavenly Dome Peak, in the distant era, there were five Saint Realm predecessors, but unfortunately they all disappeared into the river of time and disappeared.

Is the little old man in the painting one of the five Saint Realm seniors?

Did he leave the Sealed Land?

What secrets are hidden in the Sealed Lands?

Perhaps the chance of sanctification is just a bluff.

A golden-colored bone wiped out more than 100,000 Heaven and Earth Realm Demon Beasts and Sea Beasts, but what about this painting?

Qian Wuwei had a fear of the little old man in the painting, and at the same time, he also had expectations, the human cultivators were too weak, if he could take this opportunity to destroy hundreds of thousands of Heaven and Earth Realm demon beasts and sea beasts, it would be of great help to the situation of the human cultivators.

Time passed, and finally there were demon beasts and sea beasts to the end of the dark land, they stood on the edge of the dark land, their eyes curiously looked at the four paintings, and they talked about it one by one.

After reaching the realm of heaven and earth, the wisdom of demon beasts and sea beasts is not lower than that of human cultivators, they learn to learn, learn to think, and learn a lot of habits and knowledge of human cultivators, but unfortunately, they still can't transform into human cultivators.

The two realms of darkness and gravity are much less difficult for demon beasts and sea beasts than human cultivators, and it stands to reason that they should have come to the end of the dark land a long time ago, but why are they so late?

Some of the monsters and sea beasts that came to the end of the Dark Lands were very numerous, and many of them had terrible scars on their bodies, as if they had fought something while traveling through the Dark Lands.

Eight turtles lay on the ground to perceive the mysteries of the realm, and they retracted their heads and limbs into their shells, motionless like eight jet-black stones.

More and more demon beasts and sea beasts gathered at the end of the dark place, and when they arrived, they all looked at the four paintings on the wall curiously, and after discussing for a long time, they sat on the ground one by one and continued to comprehend the mysteries of the realm.

The dark place is too dark, Qian Wuwei doesn't know how many demon beasts and sea beasts are gathered at the end of the dark land to comprehend the mysteries of the realm, and he doesn't know if the powerhouses of the heaven and earth realm of the sect who sealed the coffin and stopped their lives have also come to the end of the dark land?

Qian Wuwei raised his head and looked at the bright land, the little old man in the first painting on the wall took the initiative to meet him, the corners of the little old man's mouth raised a curved arc, and a kind smile was revealed, the little old man was looking at Qian Wuwei, his eyes were full of kindness, like looking at the eyes of his juniors.

After meeting the little old man's gaze, Qian Wuwei hurriedly moved his gaze to the second painting, and the little old man seemed to have been waiting for Qian Wuwei to look at the painting.

"Hell, I saw four different paintings before, but why is the second painting laughing at the damn old man?"

The first painting is a little old man, and Qian Wuwei admits it.

But why did the second painting suddenly become a little old man?

In the third painting, the little old man is smiling, smiling kindly.

In the fourth painting, the little old man is still smiling, smiling kindly.

Qian Wuwei looked at it at a glance, and the four paintings were all the figures of the little old man, all of which were the little old man's kind smile.

This feeling made Qian Wuwei creepy and chilled in his heart......