After finishing speaking, Tao Xiao left.

Ning Yan approached the inner wall, reached out to touch those traces, and felt ordinary, with the toughness of wood and stone, and the thought that this outside might be a gluttonous belly made him feel sick to his stomach.

But when he looked intently and touched these traces with his spiritual sense, for a moment his soul seemed to be caught in a vortex, constantly pulling and sinking, and then he saw one after another, strange sky and earth.

The four seasons rotate, rain, snow, wind and frost, constantly changing and appearing in these worlds.

Sometimes I see the mountains and rivers full of greenery and vitality, and sometimes I see the cold and lonely white world where everything is withering, with the cicadas of summer and the withered yellow of autumn.

When the speed of these scenes transformed, as Ning Yan wandered through the inner walls of the Quartet, the pace of movement became faster and more frequent, and gradually connected into a magnificent peerless picture.

A painting, a person, from the beginning of life, vigorous, to old age, to perdition, vividly remembered.

This feeling..... Ning Yan's heart is touched, there is life in the sky and the earth, and he has captured this unique rhythm of life with his own eyes, the vitality of spring, the elegance of summer, the drift of autumn, and the loneliness of winter.

What remains unchanged is this state of constant rotation, what changes is all living beings in heaven and earth, as if the cells in the human body are vigorous, active, declining, and gradually dying as the seasons change.

At this time, Ning Yan suddenly stopped, he felt that he had touched a rule, and in the "rumbling" sound behind him, a half-pushed and half-hidden portal to the sky appeared.

There is no top, no end, as if it leads down to the netherworld, up to the blue, only a portal between heaven and earth that does not know where to lead.

This time, Ning Yan finally discovered the existence of this door, and he wanted to turn his head to look, but found that his neck was extremely stiff, as if it was frozen there by an irresistible force.

He wanted to turn around, but he couldn't do it either, and even a sharp cramping pain came from his neck, and he had no doubt that he forced it to continue, even if it succeeded, it would be death.

"So I didn't get to the fairy gate?"

He was not willing to give up, behind him was the immortal gate, the place where the foundation was built, and he could clearly feel the peaceful light emitted from that gate, making every inch of flesh and blood boil with joy, eager to sublimate.

At this moment, he saw that in the world of the picture scroll that he saw, no, to be exact, in the world of his heart, above the sky, thousands of rays of light fell from the sky, filling the whole heaven and earth.

Slowly, a futon woven of gold wire fell in the glow.

On top of the futon, there was a figure sitting cross-legged, blurred at first, but after getting closer, the facial features gradually solidified, and the body was also changing, and then turned into a beautiful young man.

When he saw this person, Ning Yan was taken aback, it was himself, as if he sensed that someone was watching, and the man on the futon slowly opened his eyes, empty and sluggish, like a walking corpse, looking at him silently.

No, no, it's not the walking dead, Ning Yan noticed that this 'self' was illusory, formed by a cloud of colorful gases, and he felt countless emotions from these colored gases.

I even empathize with it and experience a lot of familiar atmosphere.

Before he could react, another golden silk futon fell from the sky, and a figure was also sitting on it, and then gradually changed, turning into Ning Yan's own appearance, and then it changed again, and it turned into a gray ancient knife.

The two shapes are changing, but the breath is still familiar, the only difference is that the brilliance has dimmed a little.

He gradually understood this scene.

"Wang!"

Suddenly, a loud dog bark suddenly sounded, and a four-limbed figure rushed to the ground, with excitement and enthusiasm, and instantly turned into a big yellow dog.

It jumped slightly, and a golden silk futon suddenly appeared in the void, and on top of the futon, a young figure sat cross-legged, similar to Ning Yan, but even younger, with a smile on his face, and hugged the rhubarb that rushed in.

The picture flickered, and a dog-headed figure appeared, the figure was similar to Ning Yan, and the dog-headed body looked at him warmly.

How can this be a dog!

Ning Yan was a little uneasy, and then took a closer look, only to find that it was the rhubarb he had raised before, and he was sad for a while.

"If these are all foundation building choices, so the final foundation building is closely related to yourself, but there are three of them at once, how should I choose? Which one is right?"

However, at this moment, in the air beside the man and the dog, nothingness distorted, and a dull futon popped out again, but there was nothing on it, empty.

Moreover, even the futon was in tatters, its brilliance was almost gone, and looking at it was like seeing a cliff a few paces away.

"This ——!" Ning Yan was completely stunned.

He has too little experience in cultivating immortals, and these changes have made him confused, he doesn't know if there are these multiple-choice questions when others build the foundation, and he hasn't heard anyone say it.

Knowing that it would be so easy to touch the immortal gate, he should have asked Sequoia first, no, he should have asked for experience in the group, but now he is a little at a loss.

Ning Yan didn't dare to interrupt the 'enlightenment', God knows if it will succeed next time, and do it and cherish it!

So, now he has to face the four multiple-choice questions in front of him alone.

"Let me think, let me think about ......" His eyes swirled back and forth on the four futons, not daring to act rashly, his thoughts were like electricity.

"The first to come out should be the strongest, and it should also be the best foundation, if there are exactly four, that is to say, this is likely to be the foundation of the Heavenly Dao, cutting seven emotions and destroying six desires?

His gaze then fell on the second futon: "The causal knife is connected to me for some reason, and it appears here, which shows that the potential impact on me is deeper than I imagined, representing killing, and the recklessness on the road to cultivating immortals? ”

"And this one. He looked at a person and a dog, no, the dog-headed person's 'self', a chill, but the dog's face was warm, with expectation and joy: "Rhubarb, you really deserve to be my good brother, and it has affected me to build the foundation, but I can't choose you, I chose you, then you are still a person." ”

As for the broken futon at the end, Ning Yan just glanced at it and ignored it directly, well, that cliff is a foundation without a path, and it is also the worst option for foundation building.

"So in the end, it was the humane foundation that suited me. ”

At this time, the 'self' on the first futon looked at Ning Yan with empty eyes, and actually said in an extremely unruly tone, with a hint of coldness: "Choose me, you will become the strongest monk, ten years of knots, a hundred years of infants, and even break through the limits of this domain, this is your best way." ”

Immediately afterwards, the causal knife trembled, and another voice that was exactly the same as Ning Yan sounded: "Choose me, you and I are the same body, the origin is integrated, I am a holy soldier, you are a saint, when I fully recover, I can kill the enemy in the world!"

This is indeed in line with Ning Yan's choice just now, but this voice sounds a little weird, and there is a kind of indescribable magic, as if the other party is talking with an evil smile.

This feeling made him faintly uneasy, and he suddenly poured it down like a basin of cold water.

"Wangwang——!" The dog-headed 'self' smiled warmly at him, and his eyes showed a hint of urgency.

I can actually speak, oh, except for rhubarb, each 'self' on the futon seems to have its own consciousness, which is a bit demagogic.

"Building the foundation... Building a foundation is actually to create a real self, but also the future self, the self on the road of cultivating immortals, when the mind arises, it is oneself. ”

He forced himself to analyze calmly.

However, at this time, the dilapidated futon that seemed inconspicuous and even ignored by him, that is, the futon that represented the foundation of the Daoless, actually emitted an extremely strong suction force, slowing him down.... Suck it up!