Ye Ning was a little confused. He secretly released his spiritual sense, and soon determined that the middle-aged man was purely an energy body, which should be derived from a power left by the owner of this attic.

He looked at the mural carefully for a long, long time, until the countless colors began to entangle and drift apart. He felt the sword intent coming towards him, gradually overwhelming him. He closed his eyes, his surroundings fell into darkness, his body continued to rise and fall, as if he had fallen into quicksand, his steps became heavy, and his breathing began to be difficult. He understood that all this was just the sword intent left by the middle-aged man, and the only thing he could do was persistence and patience. Time passes......

"Chaos Mirror! Break-" Ye Ning burst out, slowly opened his eyes, and happened to see a black light shoot down the sword, and with a "clanging" sound, it landed three inches in front of his throat. With a move in his mind, the "Yunshang" was full of brilliance, and finally swept the sword down, Ye Ning let out a long sigh of relief, and then his back was soaked with sweat. Fortunately, the sword intent left by the middle-aged man had been broken by him. At this moment, he suddenly understood that he had underestimated the way of the sword, such a sword intent, if it was used by the Venerable, it would be difficult to resist even if he had a holy weapon.

The colors began to fade, and the surroundings returned to snow-white, and a door appeared through the walls. Ye Ning looked, the inside of the door was far away and unreachable, and he did not hesitate and strode in. He knew that it was impossible to obtain the treasure without taking a little risk!

In Ye Ning's imagination, the second floor must also be an independent space, either full of vitality or winding paths, but he never thought that it would be so blank. There was nothing in the empty hall, and it was vast, as if it were in a desert. Ye Ning's heart suddenly sprouted into insignificance, as if he saw the creation god high in the clouds, holding a green potho, smiling lightly. That insignificance kept swelling, and she felt resigned. The second layer seems to be deep, with an incredible unknown.

"The yellow leaves fall without wind, and the autumn clouds are cloudy without rain. The melancholy old joy is like a dream, and I feel that there is nowhere to be found. Suddenly chanting rose all around, the voice was not crisp or deep, but it was like a Sanskrit sound, penetrating directly into Ye Ning's heart. Ye Ning thought in his heart, why do I have to work hard, why do I have to desperately climb to the top of Qingluo? Ye Ning kept shaking his head and squatted down in pain.

"Silly boy, are you enlightened?"

Ye Ning's face was full of pain and muttered to himself: "Good things are like dreams, old joys are like dreams." Ha ha. His eyes were confused, but his heart kept shouting—persistence, persistence, everything is an illusion! Then, as if he saw Leng Pei dyed white clothes and white dresses, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were like lotus smiles, his heart suddenly became firm, and he suddenly understood what he needed, and he only felt that his surroundings were clear and clear. He smiled and said: "The romance is turned into a stone, and the grievances are knotted and the mound is green." You're just someone else's strength, so why persuade me?

"Silly boy, do you want to see me?"

Ye Ning didn't speak, but looked around vigilantly.

Soon, a wisp of smoke slowly gathered in the center of the space, and it condensed into a figure in an instant. It was a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old, with beautiful eyebrows and a joy in his heart. Ye Ning had some doubts, he didn't expect that the guardian of this layer would be so young!

The boy smiled and walked towards him. took a step forward, but he became a young man in his twenties, and then a middle-aged man in his thirties. Ye Ning was even more shocked, and kept rubbing his eyes. When the man came to him, he was a white, old man.

Ye Ning's hand was tightly held by the man, and the old man in front of him seemed to be dying, with old tears in his eyes. In an instant, the old man turned into a pile of white bones, shattered in front of Ye Ning, and then turned into a wisp of smoke and slowly disappeared.

"Child, do you understand? Life is like a white horse, earthly love and hate change, and the monk's 'Lingxian Zun Sect' is just a passing cloud, why be persistent?"

(End of chapter)