After working hard over and over again, Mo Tingyin finally stood up, and she moved her steps with difficulty, leaving the place where she had just fallen little by little.

Her eyes were already a little blurry, but she still gritted her teeth and walked forward.

Until the last fall, Mo Tingyin couldn't get up again.

Mo Tingyin gave up completely, even if there was a sea of blood and hatred to support her, she couldn't move.

Turning his head slightly, Mo Tingyin saw another corpse.

The corpse belonged to an old man, his face serene, as if he had fallen asleep.

Unlike those people, the old man was dressed in white, and even though he was dead, he still looked like a fairy wind bone.

Mo Tingyin sighed slightly, and sighed at the old man's corpse: "Old man, you must have a lot of unfulfilled wishes, so you walked so far to die here, right? Let's be companions, after I die, there will be someone to accompany me in this snowy land." ”

"Can you only hold on so far?" the old man suddenly opened his eyes and spoke.

It's just that his voice is very hoarse and weak, as if he hasn't spoken for a long time.

If it weren't for the exhaustion of his strength, Mo Ting's pitch jumped, and there was nothing more terrifying in this world than a dead man opening his mouth.

"Well, so be it. The old man didn't care about Mo Tingyin's reaction at all, it was more like he was talking to himself, "Master, I really can't hold on anymore, just her." ”

"What are you talking about?" Mo Tingyin asked, struggling to find her voice.

The old man slowly sat up and said to Mo Tingyin: "I've been waiting here for too long, and I've sent too many people here, and my cultivation is about to run out, so you have to listen carefully to what I say next, and I'll only say it once." ”

He glanced at Mo Tingyin, who was full of doubts, and said solemnly: "Also, don't interrupt me!"

Mo Tingyin nodded obediently.

I'm going to die anyway, and it's good to have a living person to talk to.

"This painting is for you," the old man took out a painting from his arms, slowly unfolded it, and stared at it for a long time, but did not hand it over to Mo Tingyin's hand, as if the painting in his hand was some kind of treasure, "What you have to do is to complete this painting, and when the time comes, you will naturally be able to make your wishes come true." ”

Mo Tingyin opened his mouth and wanted to ask a question, but was stopped by the old man's eyes.

"Next, I will scatter my cultivation and send you to various worlds, and what you have to do is to complete this painting. ”

Looking at the painting that the old man was holding tightly in his hand, Mo Tingyin couldn't help it, and said, "I ......" The old man was also strange enough, saying that he wanted to hand over the painting to her, but he didn't let go.

The old man interrupted Mo Tingyin with a displeased face, and continued: "Listen to me! This painting is very important, you must not lose it." Also, my cultivation can only send you everywhere, and nothing else can help you. You must know that there are three thousand worlds here, and there are all kinds of people, gods, demons, demons, elves, and Shura, so you must be cautious and cautious. ”

Mo Tingyin's eyes widened, what is this, the more he listens to it, the more unreliable it becomes! Looking at the painting scroll that the old man was holding in his hand, Mo Tingyin said helplessly: "You should hand over the painting to me first, let me see what the painting is!"

"When you get there, you know what to do. The old man motioned to Mo Tingyin and said, "Now you grab a handful of snow and put it in my hand." ”

Struggling to sit up, Mo Tingyin grabbed a handful of snow and put it on the old man's hand.

The strange thing is that when the snow reached the old man's hand, it did not melt, but slowly condensed into beads, which were crystal clear and very beautiful. The old man waved his hand on these beads, and a beautiful bracelet appeared.

Mo Tingyin immediately looked at the old man with admiration.

Just now she was a little suspicious of the old man's words, but now it seems that the other party did not fool her.

"Every time you go to a place, you find a part of the painting, and when you finish it, you pull out a bead and swallow it, so that you can go to another place. The old man's face turned even paler, and his voice was extremely low, if it weren't for Xue Yuanjing's falling needle, Mo Tingyin really couldn't hear his voice.

"But what if I can't find it, even if I do, I'm just a mortal, how can I beat the gods and monsters?" Mo Tingyin asked.

I can't ask about this.

"It doesn't matter how old you are in that world, every time you eat a bead and go to the next world, you go back to your current age, so in every world, you have a lifetime to do it. The old man sighed and continued, "You must be blessed to come here, maybe you will have something better than others in the future, you have to discover this slowly." ”

Mo Tingyin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. Why did she think that this old man was a big fool? Could she still be mutated in a different environment?

"I'll help you complete this painting, can you send me back?" Whether he can live or not, think in the best direction first, Mo Tingyin continued to ask.

"Of course I can't. The old man sighed softly and lay down slowly, "But when the time comes, someone will naturally be able to help you, not only to send you back, but also to make your wishes come true! ”

The old man's breathing became weaker and weaker, and Mo Tingyin asked worriedly, "Uncle, do you want to be okay?"

There's nothing here, and Mo Tingyin really doesn't know what to do.

"Will you take a bite of snow?" Mo Tingyin picked up a handful of snow and put it to the old man's mouth, she only had one way.

The old man shook his head and said, "No one can save me, you are a good girl, maybe you can save my master, if he wakes up, you tell him that Xiaoliu has taken a step first." ”

The old man didn't give the things to Mo Tingyin until he died, and Mo Tingyin had no choice but to take the painting and beads by himself.

Wearing the beads on his hand, Mo Tingyin was not in the mood to appreciate whether it was beautiful or not. She hurriedly opened the painting.

As soon as he saw the painting, Mo Tingyin's eyes straightened.

The painting shows a suit of clothes, the clothes of the ancients.

This black dress looks very luxurious.

Of course, these did not surprise Mo Tingyin, she was surprised that the clothes in the painting were actually windless.

She held the painting high and smelled it, as if she also smelled a vague aroma of plants and trees.

I don't know why, Mo Tingyin only saw the nobility and gorgeousness from one piece of clothing.

She touched it with her hand, only to find that it was actually a piece of paper.

Since she has no way to go back, it is better to give it a try, so that there is hope.

There was no place to put paintings, so Mo Tingyin had no choice but to stuff her underwear.

Bowing to the old man's corpse, she took a deep breath and ate the first bead.

As soon as she ate it, Mo Tingyin felt her body warm.

got up and wanted to continue walking, but Mo Tingyin floated uncontrollably.

The higher she floated, the more the dead old man became a little bit, and the corpses she had just encountered became smaller and smaller.

Mortin's voice was like an anesthetic, and his consciousness began to blur.

She looked at the boundless snowfield, and vaguely thought that she was actually the first person to walk to the old man's side on the snowfield.

Is it because of this that the old man gave her the painting? Could it be that this painting is the master in his mouth?

Also, what is the 3,000 world in the old man's mouth?