The inner gate of the Guiyuan Sect is mainly composed of the twelve peaks and the central altar.

Twelve mountain peaks stand majestically, and the stars and moons hug the central altar, which is very solemn.

The place that can be included in the forbidden land, Xu Mu originally thought that it would be more solemn than the inner gate.

Unexpectedly, when he entered the forbidden land, what he saw was a different scene.

At a glance, the ordinary land does not have any brilliance at all, and even the concentration of spiritual energy inside is not as strong as that outside the forbidden land.

If there is anything that makes Xu Mu feel strange, I am afraid that there are only three bluestone tablets in the center of this space.

On the three steles, three words are carved respectively.

"Thunder!" "Blade!" "Blood!"

"Is this really a forbidden place?" his blank gaze swept over this forbidden place, and Xu Mu was a little surprised.

He had a feeling that he was going the wrong way.

He even saw a thatched hut on the edge of the three steles.

Very fine thatched hut.

Each piece of thatch laid on the roof seems to have been carefully selected, and it is neatly laid on the roof, giving people a sense of meticulousness.

No matter how delicate it is, it is just an ordinary thatched hut, and Xu Mu does not feel the slightest extraordinary.

"Huh!" suddenly, there was a soft sigh.

Xu Mu's wandering pupils were fixed under the stone tablet engraved with the word 'blade'.

Even if he is sitting cross-legged, it gives people a sense of sharpness on the back of the young man.

The spine was as straight as the spear he had stuck in the ground.

Just a back can bring momentum to people and oppress the daring.

Among the entire inner disciples, except for his own senior brother, there could not be a second person.

"Leave Senior Brother!" Thinking about it, Xu Mu opened his mouth directly, and greeted the young man who was sitting facing the stone tablet with the word 'blade' in front of him.

However, in exchange for a long silence, as if the young man had not heard Xu Mu's voice.

Xu Mu was slightly stunned, then touched his nose in embarrassment, and was about to step forward.

However, the blood-colored figure flashed in front of him, and he said in a hoarse voice very unceremoniously: "Don't make any noise, Senior Brother Li is comprehending the Broken Void Monument of the Thousand Blade Ancestor." ”

Hearing this familiar voice, Xu Mu didn't need to look at the person's face to know who it was.

Duanmu Rong!

Sure enough, Senior Brother Li was in retreat with Duanmu Rong.

Xu Mu, who has always looked at Duanmu Rong at the wrong time, has never called her senior sister. Lazily raising his eyes, Xu Mu spread his hands gently.

"I'm here to bid farewell to my brother. ”

It is very coincidental that Duanmu Rong also looks at Xu Mu unpleasantly, her killing intent seems to have made a good breakthrough recently, and even her pupils have a layer of blood-colored brilliance.

Looking at Xu Mu's eyes, she responded expressionlessly: "I know, I'll tell him." Let's go. ”

"I think I should wait for him to wake up. Xu Mu's body didn't move at all, as if he hadn't listened to Duanmu Rong's words at all.

"Once you settle down, there will be no ten days and a half months, and you won't be able to wake up from my senior brother. If you're going to wait that long, I'm not against that. With a cold smile, Duanmu Rong's words matched her hoarseness that was different from ordinary people, and Xu Mu frowned when she heard it.

"Ten days and a half moon?" he was in a hurry, the eastern boundary and the western regions were separated by millions of miles, and even with his cultivation, he would have to fly for a long time.

If you really have to wait so long, it will be tantamount to wasting a lot of Xu Mu's time.

Although Duanmu Rong has a withdrawn personality, she is very arrogant in her heart, and it is impossible to deceive herself in such a trivial matter.

"That's going to be hard. Muttering to himself, Xu Mu's eyes swept over Duanmu Rong and glanced at Li's back again.

His face was full of hesitation.

Suddenly, a gentle sound suddenly sounded from the direction of the thatched house.

"Rong'er, little doll come here. ”

Xu Mu's cheek immediately twitched, Rong'er!

The entire Guiyuan Sect dares to call Duanmu Rong like that, I'm afraid that only her master is powerful.

But this voice doesn't sound like a bloody voice.

Thinking about it, Xu Mu's eyes swept over Duanmu Rong's face, and she didn't seem to have any problem with this title.

On the contrary, when Xu Mu looked at her, Duanmu Rong glanced at the former coldly, and said with an unkind face: "Look at what, follow me." ”

"Okay!" can make Duanmu Rong obey his words, at least he is also an elder of the Changming generation, Xu Mu naturally has no opinion, and nodded lightly.

Ordinary land, ordinary thatched huts.

Click!

Xu Mu and Duanmu Rong walked on the wooden floor of the thatched house.

After a while, they were already in front of the hut.

"Grandpa Taizu!" Under Xu Mu's surprised gaze, Duanmu Rong respectfully bowed to the house.

"The existence in this house is the ancestor of the Duanmu family? His face was a little stiff, and when Xu Mu hesitated whether to learn to salute Duanmu Rong into the house, the latter had gently pushed open the door panel.

Guiyuan Zongdong Mansion, and even the furnishings of Guiyuan Pavilion are all simple.

The same is true of this hut.

There was nothing but a window, a door, not even a chair or bed.

Xu Mu glanced at the hut with an expression that he had already known this.

Then his gaze was fixed on the ordinary figure without a center.

Middle-aged, red-robed, red-haired, ordinary-looking, just from the outside, it is indeed the appearance of practicing killing intent.

But with Xu Mu's cultivation of breaking the eight shackles, at a glance, he couldn't perceive the slightest cultivation.

If he encounters him in the outside world, Xu Mu is afraid that he will treat him as an ordinary person, but this is the forbidden place of the Guiyuan Sect.

can stay here, this man is at least Han Zong's status.

Combined with Duanmu Rong's name for him, Xu Mu already had some vague guesses, eighty percent of them were the descendants of the Blood Drop Ancestor.

"I've been in the sect for so long, why haven't I heard of this person. ”

With a brief suspicion on his face, Xu Mu stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Senior, junior Xu Mu is bothered. ”

If you don't know the seniority, then call it a senior, Xu Mu doesn't dare to call it indiscriminately.

Xu Mu's clear voice lingered in the hut, without the slightest response from the middle-aged man.

He seemed to be concentrating on the inscription, and the pieces of paper more than three feet wide were scattered around him at random.

If you look closely, there is not the slightest ink on the paper.

"This brush is not stained with ink at all," Xu Mu soon found the clue, it was not that the middle-aged man did not start writing, he wrote very attentively, but there was no ink on the brush in his hand.

Duanmu Rong seemed to be accustomed to the scene in front of her, and after taking Xu Mu into the hut, she stood aside.

With an unusually respectful look, Xu Mu's guess about the identity of this middle-aged man was confirmed.

After about a cup of tea, the pen stopped.

"Alright. A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, put down the brush in his hand, lifted the white paper in front of him, and stared at the paper with a gentle smile on his face.

He seemed pleased with his words.

Xu Mu's brows furrowed again, he didn't see any handwriting at all.

"How can there be traces of words written with a brush that has not been inked? ”

While Xu Mu was muttering to himself, the man finally turned his head and smiled softly at him, "Xu Mu, do you think this word is good?"

While speaking, the man placed the white paper he was holding in his hand in front of Xu Mu.

There was no time to think about why this man was able to call his name clearly, Xu Mu hurriedly cast his eyes on the white paper.

It was already neat and tidy, without the slightest ink mark.

For a long time, he smiled bitterly.

"The younger generation is clumsy and doesn't know the deep meaning of the seniors. ”

"Don't rush, take your time. The man's smile did not decrease, and he said earnestly: "Everything cannot be judged by the naked eye alone, and what the eyes see is not necessarily true." ”

Xu Mu's pupils narrowed slightly, and he immediately understood.

After nodding to the man, in the sea of his consciousness, the vast power of the primordial god gushed out.

The power of his divine consciousness that had experienced the Nirvana Tribulation did not know how many times surpass those ordinary Dharma Body Realm cultivators.

At the moment when Xu Muyuan's divine power gushed out, the man who had always been gentle couldn't help but have a look in his eyes.

"What a huge amount of primordial power, this little guy's primordial god, has already exceeded the scope of the Dharma Body Realm. ”

Duanmu Rong trembled under the pressure of this primordial god.

Her strength is not as good as Xu Mu, under his perverted Yuan Shen storm, she is like a boat in the angry sea, crumbling.

Xu Muke didn't know what kind of shock his Yuan Shen power had brought to the two people in the outside world.

The divine sense swept over the blank piece of paper in the middle-aged man's hand.

Sure enough, he saw something different.

A 'kill' word, the pen is vigorous and powerful, and the iron is painted with silver hooks.

"I saw ......" took the handwriting on the white paper into his eyes, and Xu Mu was about to answer the man's question.

Rumble!

Suddenly, an explosion rang out in his head.

"Kill!" In a trance, Xu Mu seemed to see a red-haired man who looked like a madness rising into the sky on a thunderstorm night and killing the sky.

Above the blackened clouds, countless monks walked in the sky.

Flutter!

Those monks who were conservatively estimated to be the Dharmakaya realm swept down from the sky like raindrops.

No one could stop the red-haired man's footsteps.

It wasn't until the corpses on that land piled up into a hill that a monk with unfathomable cultivation finally shot at the man.

It was two monks with flying swords on their backs, and their sword aura was terrifying, shining brighter than the thunder in the sky.

The red-haired man fought one against two, killing to the point of madness.

The sea of blood submerged the heavens.

Eventually, the two monks fell.

The mangled corpse fell into the mountain of corpses below.

The ferocious red-haired man was also seriously injured, but his momentum was still amazing, and the monstrous murderous aura shook the dark clouds away.

Covered with horrific scars, he pointed to the sky with one hand and laughed rampantly.

"Hahaha!

The scene was shattered.

At the same time, the white paper in the hands of the man outside burned on its own and turned into ashes.

However, this was only the beginning, and the blank sheets of paper scattered around the hut flew up in the air to cover the hut.

Xu Mu saw another scene.

This time, a monk with a flying sword on his back, he kept fighting fiercely.

Almost all of them ended in his victory, and the picture kept switching as the battles ended and began.

Quite invincible.

Until he shattered the magic weapons of his unknown opponent with the sharp blade in his hand, and those magic weapons were piled up behind the monk.

"This is my way!"

The sword pointed at the sky, and the monk looked at the sword in his hand, his eyes full of fanaticism.

The picture changed again, this time, it was a female monk......

As the paper in the thatched hut decreased one by one, Xu Mu didn't know how many pictures he had seen, which was estimated to be the right path of breaking the void.

There are those who break the void with killing, those who break the void with the sword, and those who break the void with the Dan Dao.

Until the last blank sheet of paper in the hut burned out.

Those pictures still remain in Xu Mu's memory, lingering.

A long time has passed, and Xu Mudu has not recovered from the shock.

The red-haired man carefully placed the brush in his hand into a long black wooden box.

He turned around and looked at Xu Mu's stunned appearance, and asked softly, "What is your Tao?"

(End of chapter)