On the first floor of "Tianwen", Lin Yuehe was stunned on the first step. Even his stiff and unforgiving face showed a look of horror.

In front of it was a gray and yellow world.

No flowers, no trees, no aura, no signs of life. There are only thousands of miles of yellow sand, boundless.

The yin wind howls angrily, rolling up the wild sand in the sky, and occasionally there is the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, like a ghost domain, which is completely different from the peaceful scene in Boyang's painting.

Lin Yuehe has been walking on the yellow sand for a long time, but no matter how far he goes, the scenery in front of him is the same. Moreover, he clearly felt that this desolation was devouring his life, or rather, he was assimilating into this dead and silent land.

This is a world without life, and all life will pass away.

If this continues, not only will he not be able to pass this test, but he will probably have to lose his life here. The most unbearable thing is that no matter what means he uses, it is like a punch on cotton wool, looking so pale and weak.

By this time, he had understood that this test was beyond his ability.

After hesitating, Lin Yuehe suddenly looked up to the sky and roared angrily: "This place is clearly hell, how dare you call it 'Tianwen'? Xuanwu Old Dao, you lie to me!"

He was venting arbitrarily, but unexpectedly, in the vastness, someone responded: "The way of heaven is followed, and there is no return." From the first choice you made in 'people asking', you were doomed to the situation you are in now. There is no turning back from the bow, and there is no turning back in life. It's up to you to choose, and you can't blame others. This is the way of heaven. The voice seemed to come from outside the sky, ethereal and vicissitudes, echoing around for a long time.

Lin Yuehe said angrily: "Bullshit Heavenly Dao, you just deliberately embarrassed my ghost family." In that case, I'll break your Boyang Painting Mansion!" His hands formed strange seals, and his mouth was full of words, and the black robe on his body suddenly puffed out without wind, and an invisible black qi emanated from his body.

The black qi continued to gush out, condensing within three feet of its body, gathering more and more. In a moment, it was like paint and ink, hiding all of Lin Yuehe. Above the black air, there is an endless chill, and when the wind and sand touch, a layer of frost is formed, which is even more cold and terrifying than this dim barren realm, which is really weird.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and the black gas was as dense as substance. From a distance, it looks like a black ball the size of three zhang has formed.

Suddenly, a black beam of light rushed out from above the black ball, piercing the dusk and heading straight into the sky.

In an instant, the aura of the black ball became even stronger, and the yellow sand within a radius of ten miles instantly condensed into ice.

Yellow sand is lost in the wind. The heavens and the earth became much clearer, but the chill pervaded. It's even more terrifying than before.

There was a wild laugh from the black ball. The laughter was as if it came from hell, eerie and terrifying, and he shouted wantonly: "Xuanwu Lao Dao, do you think that if you hide in the painting house, the old man will be helpless to you?" This voice was slightly old, hoarse and thick. It is no longer the voice of Lin Yuehe.

In the vastness, a voice replied: "Old ghost, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you are still so willful." Poor Dao said, even if the Melting Spirit Treasure Box is destroyed. and it will never be delivered into your hands. ”

The voice in the black ball laughed and said, "Woman's opinion! The Soul Melting Treasure Box is a spiritual object of heaven and earth, how can you destroy the treasure box with your little ability." Today, the old man wants to see how you stop me. The black ball suddenly surged like the wind, and instantly transformed into a huge figure.

The black figure was unrecognizable, fangs and claws, like a demon.

At this time, in the vastness, the voice replied unusually peacefully: "Old ghost, the old man persuaded you one last time, the Melting Spirit Treasure Box is the last hope of Kyushu, you should let go of all your private thoughts, assist the destined people, reorganize Kyushu, and clarify the world." Otherwise, Kyushu is in danger, and the world is in danger. The voice is intimidating and persuasive.

"Old Dao, you don't have to be alarmist here. If we want peace in the world, we must achieve unification. As long as the old man gets the Melting Spirit Treasure Box and dominates Kyushu, all the dangers will be solved. As he spoke, the face of the black figure gradually became clear, and his breath doubled.

The voice was silent for a moment, and sighed, "Old ghost, you can do it yourself." With that, the ice on the surface of the yellow sand suddenly disappeared. A gust of wind struck, and the endless yellow sand danced with the wind again, overwhelming the sky, instantly enveloping the black figure.

How could the black figure be restrained, and with an angry shout, a huge black gas condensed into a fist and slammed into the wind and sand.

The power of this punch is strong and sharp, enough to open the mountains and seas. However, when he landed on the wind and sand, he was twisted by the rapidly rotating yellow sand, and his fist strength and black qi suddenly died, but it did not play the slightest role.

At this time, the black figure knew that it was powerful, and exclaimed, "Is this the power of the power of space?"

The voice replied, "Yes, you can't be an opponent of the poor Dao in the painting house. ”

The black figure still didn't admit defeat and had yet to fight back. But the wind and sand had already surrounded him, the wind was like a knife, the sand was like a blade, and under the rotary cutting, the black figure had no power to resist, and quickly shrunk.

In the blink of an eye, the black qi was consumed, and the figure disappeared without a trace, revealing Lin Yuehe in it.

The menacing black figure is so vulnerable. At this time, if there are others present, I don't know how frightened they should be when they see such methods.

I saw that Lin Yuehe's eyes were closed, his face trembled, and his face was even paler, as if he was suffering great pain.

Wind and sand come and go quickly. In an instant, the wind stopped and the yellow sand fell to the ground. Tranquility has finally returned to this world.

Lin Yuehe suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell down. It seems to be lying on the yellow sand, but when it lands, it feels cold and hard under him, and his shoulder blades hurt.

Lin Yuehe opened his eyes and couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw that he was still falling on the first step of "Tianwen". The steps in front of him were not high, but he could not climb them anymore.

At the same time, in a deep mountain tens of thousands of miles away, a figure wrapped in a black robe suddenly moved, and said through gritted teeth: "Self-contained space, only me." I still underestimated the power of Boyang's picture scroll. ”

With a wave of his right hand, the angry aura swept away, and the trees fell upside down. In the blink of an eye, the mountains within a radius of 100 miles had been razed to the ground.

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At the moment when Lin Yuehe fell, Bingque obviously felt that Xuanwu Zhenren was much more relaxed and relieved.

Bingque asked, "Settled?"

Xuanwu Zhenren smiled: "Fortunately, I am not dishonored." The old ghost was far away, and his mana was restrained by something, so he exerted some spatial power and drove him out. ”

Bingque was also delighted: "This is the best." After a pause, he said, "Guiguzi will definitely not give up." Once the magic weapon leaves the painting house, it will be dangerous. ”

Xuanwu Zhenren sighed and said, "The avenue is natural, then you can only resign yourself to fate." (To be continued.) )