The eighth depiction, its meaning and its scenery, are too difficult to describe, difficult to describe, the supreme catastrophe turned into a heavenly blade, as if it could be cut down, and a holy spirit was cut out of the "living" tree.

The figure was too bright, detached from the body of the tree, bathed in supreme calamity, surrounded by Ruicai, and hung with the light of the Tao rhyme hanging beside him, it was really like an ancient emperor, and its supreme demeanor, with only a catalogue, seemed to be going to traverse more than 100,000 years, so that Meow Jiu and the Thunderbird were deeply trapped in it.

The heavens and the earth moved, the stars and the sea were silent, the figure did not know men and women, and could not see the face clearly, like the only Daoyang, obviously powerful to the extreme, just a catalogue, it scared Meow Jiu and the Thunderbird, standing in front of this carving, staring at it with big eyes.

A cat and a bird have magnificent waves in their hearts, setting off stormy waves.

In terms of depiction, the "dead" tree is like a troll, and the scorched black branches are shaking, like a chaotic demon sword erupting, smashing mountains, shattering the sky, and the unimaginable ancient ancestral demonic energy, like the ancient mine gushing, destroying the nine heavens, destroying everything, and confronting the super catastrophe.

The "dead" tree is like a demon, and when the charred black bark is cut open, it turns out to be a dark red color, like the blood of all living beings stained on it, and every time it falls, it will wear out its demonic nature, and the chaotic qi will be alarmed, overflowing from the cracked void crack, and overwhelming the universe.

"Such a battle is unimaginable!" Thunderbird sighed, the two halves of life and death cut from a tree, the ratio of the two halves is like the difference between turbidity and clarity when the world is opened.

"This calamity...... It's just taking the source of the catastrophe and bombarding it directly!"

"The Ninth ......" Meow Jiu and the Thunderbird kept their minds quietly and withdrew their gaze, Meow Jiu's eyes shimmered, and the little claws were ready at any time, and almost the Thunderbird was about to collapse out of the third bag.

They came to the ninth depiction, the bright figure of "life", stepping forward in the light of the catastrophe, to cut off the root of evil, in the sea of thunder, the stars fell, surrounded by countless thunder light, resolutely slashed towards the "dead" tree.

All the scenes were shattered, and they were deep in the void, and the "dead" tree exuded a gloomy and cold law, like ten thousand black dragons entrenched, soaring up, and slashing countless stars.

It's a battle that shakes the past and the present!

"Life" and "death" are opposite, but they are like Pisces who are completely incompatible with yin and yang, their battle is set against the background of the universe, the immeasurable Dao light is instantaneous, and the star field is in ruins.

The next few paintings are all "life" and "death" relatively, this is the choice of the immortal tree, not only to cut the root of evil, but also to cut itself.

The sixteenth picture of the straight road, it seems that everything is calm, the demonic nature of the "dead" tree is purified by the heavenly thunder, and the figure shrouded in the divine light, like a party tomorrow, settles everything down, and the immortal tree is born.

"Sixteen carvings, is it the path of the Holy Spirit, or is the real ancient emperor preaching?"

After reading the sixteen depictions, Meow Jiu and the Thunderbird statue turned into stone carvings, and it was difficult to calm down, and for a long time, I was about to look at it, but I found that it was gone.

"Strange, how can we look at these things?" Thunderbird suddenly came to his senses, and his eyes showed a strange color.

"It's just a carving, you look ahead. Meow Jiu is very calm.

Hearing this, the Thunderbird looked at the previous portrayals and found that each one was just a few brushstrokes, as if carved with a knife and axe

It's very abstract, far less fulfilling and shocking than what they see.

"It's ......"

"Maybe it's a special Dao mark, but in the end, we're still on the Dao. Meow Jiu took a deep breath, and his crystal eyes were as calm as water.

The Thunderbird was still hesitating, and at this time, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and with a loud sound, he flicked his wings and touched two protruding big bags!

"How hard did you fight?" Thunderbird snorted in the cold air and looked at Meow Jiu, simply asking.

Meow Jiu's little hand, like a splash of water, was very gentle, looked at the thunderbird, and said seriously: "Just as Yunxi returns to his hometown, the breeze blows the hills, brother is all for your good." ”

From the kind eyes of the old father, the thunderbird clenched its claws, and the sound of the thunder and gabba of pinching, full of resentment.

Meow, take advantage of me again!

This thief, the heart of a thief is not dead!

What a bastard!

Knowing that Meow Jiu was selling cute treasures, Thunderbird touched the big bag on his head and asked the most critical question: "Where is the baby you said, except for these murals, there is nothing else in this hall, and there are only so many murals." ”

"Hmph, I've seen the brilliance here!" Meow Jiu was calm, the master flew, his body lit up, and he flew to a wall, here, there was a chaotic darkness, Meow Jiu's palm touched it, and then, the darkness set off a whirlpool.

The Thunderbird also flew over, everything was to get inside, and a pulling force rushed out and sucked them in.

As if experiencing a void, Meow Jiu and Thunderbird opened their eyes leisurely, Thunderbird lay on the ground, Meow Jiu pillowed on him, and yawned.

It was still the temple, but they were lying in front of the door, as if they had slept for a while, Meow Jiu woke up, got up and stood in the temple, stretched his waist, and began to look around.

"Huang Liang is in a dream?!" There is no mural they have seen here, and all the walls are as black as ink, dignified, exuding the melodiousness and antiquity of the years.

A broken wooden coffin, very thin and broken, as if it had been cut out of a tree, placed in the center of the temple, Meow Jiu spitted and his eyes scattered into stars, and he couldn't stop liking it.

Baoguang, Hui Hui Teng!

I want it!

Could this be made of immortal wood? The share is too big! Meow Jiu was shocked, and he felt a sense of unreality.

There are two bronze sticks standing in front of the coffin, which also exudes precious light!

The Thunderbird stood up with his feathers, and saw the sound of the meow nine meows approaching a bronze stick, exclaiming, touching and beating, and the sound of beating dispersed, so that the dust settled.

"Ah~!" the Thunderbird groaned and looked at the temple, it was obviously the same place, but there was a different scene, like a dream.

Meow Jiu tried to pull out the bronze stick, and his small body set off a wave of qi, and his blood was like an ocean, all kinds of brilliance were swirling, and his holy power was majestic.

"Meow ~ Woo ~ " Meow Jiu struggled, this bronze stick was as heavy as a mountain, trembling and trembling, vibrating and roaring, the lines on it have a long history, and they were pulled out by Meow Jiu.

"Ten zhang. Meow Jiu was holding a bronze stick, all of them

When he pulled it out, it was ten zhang long.

He waved it for a while, and the bronze stick set off a violent wind, rippling and rippling, quite aggressive.

"This is also a powerful treasure!" Subconsciously, Meow Jiu brushed the golden light, but he sensed that this bronze stick was spiritless, not a weapon, on the contrary, it could become bigger and smaller.

Meow Jiu shrank the golden light, and when he withdrew it, what was revealed was a stick of incense.

"Bronze incense?" Meow Jiu hesitated, summoned the thunderbirds to look at it together, regardless of horizontal and vertical looking, left and right, near and far, a bird and a cat looked at it for a long time, Meow Jiu pulled out another bronze stick, shrunk it, and looked at it together for a long time.

"Bronze incense indeed!"

"Bronze makes incense, who is this going to sacrifice?"

"Bronze incense, what should I light it with?"

Weird, so weird!

Meow Jiu tangled the bronze incense, and the Thunderbird looked everywhere, but it was not far away, just in front of the wooden coffin, the Thunderbird wiped the dust on the ground, revealing some words, very small, very shallowly carved, but obviously also seen.

"Asked, how immortal is long, bronze is a little incense;

Eternal times are empty at the snap of a finger, only the ancient lord immortal emperor.

It's a pity!"

The Thunderbird muttered, read the last word, raised his eyes to the coffin, looked into the broken position, and saw a figure, and Wan Dao floated with it, as if lying outside the world.

Bu Ji was shocked, his wings trembled, and he flew up directly, and Meow Jiu was taken aback.

"There's really an ancient emperor buried here. The Thunderbird's body trembled, the shock in his heart was unstoppable, it was too hard to believe, his heart was full of sadness, even the ancient emperor died, he couldn't stop the erosion of time, and finally he was buried here, which is really hard to believe.

Ancient emperors and ancient emperors, all of them are amazing for thousands of generations!

But now, there is really an ancient emperor buried here!

No, it can't be!

As Meow Jiu said, if it was really the tomb of the ancient emperor, they would never be able to enter!

Thinking of this, the Thunderbird flew down tremblingly, a little cautious.

Meow Jiu grinned, his big eyes shining with a sly light, rippling with a smile.

Meow Jiu took the bronze incense and walked towards the coffin, he wanted to see what the Thunderbird saw, so frightened.

Meow Jiu stepped forward, saw the nick, pondered for a while, and then leaned out and asked, "Bird, what is this written?"

Thunderbird said it again with a divine thought.

"Immortal Emperor ......" Meow Jiu groaned, if he said the immortal ancient emperor and ancient emperor, he thought of an emperor, the great venerable of the underworld! This ancient emperor without the emperor name, the pursuit of immortality and immortality all his life, what Meow Jiu knew was that the flower on the other side of Huangquan Nai had obtained the imperial fruit, if he said that the immortal wood preached, he would not know.

Although he knows some stories of emperors, but the real names of these ancient emperors and emperors are taboo, and their roots are difficult to find.

Meow Jiu looked into the cracks in the wooden coffin, the stars were silent, the light was gone, everything was quiet, as if there was a figure lying outside the world.

"Meow yes~!" Meow Jiu soared, wouldn't it, could it really be that there was an emperor's corpse lying inside?