The rune was crushed, and the blue light shone brightly, and a green lotus appeared in the courtyard.

In an instant, the old man was like a dead tree in spring, and a different aura appeared on his body, as if he had returned to his youth. didn't turn the wooden wheelchair, just turned his head and looked at it directly, his eyes were full of surprise, and he couldn't help it.

Obviously, this is the Qinglian Sword Song he wants to see, but Chen Weiming can't stop anymore. The sword qi was condensed, mixed with the flying sword intent, and a terrible sword dao storm was about to come. When the storm is generated, the old man will surely die, and the courtyard will be completely destroyed.

Seeing that the sword qi was about to cross and horizontally, he saw that the seemingly ordinary painting on the wall suddenly emitted bursts of soft blue light, like a rain falling, pouring into the courtyard, which actually made Chen Weiming's condensed Qinglian Sword Song melt quickly like ice and snow, and returned to normal in an instant.

"This ......"

Chen Weiming was shocked, puzzled, and couldn't imagine what happened. A painting, falling a layer of light, unexpectedly dissolves its own supernatural powers.

"Who are you?"

The old man asked, out of breath, extremely energetic, and slowly turned the wooden wheelchair around while speaking. A pair of eyes became extremely attentive, staring at Chen Weiming tightly.

Glancing at the painting on the wall, Chen Weiming replied softly: "Younger walkers, I have seen my predecessors." ”

That painting obviously looks plain, even with the eye of delusion and truth, you can't see anything unusual, what is strange in it, it can actually make your supernatural power dissipate in an instant.

After going through a lot of things, he no longer feels that the Eyes of Truth can really see through everything. At least, he still can't see through the stones in the Pangu Temple.

"Walker, Walker!" the old man muttered to himself, then looked at the painting on the wall, and chuckled: "Wait for it." I've finally waited. ”

It was painted with only the sun, the formation and the moon, but it seemed to entrust him with all his hopes. The old man chuckled, and he didn't know what he had done, but he heard a whirring sound, and the painting actually flew up from the wall and hung on the roof. Circling slowly.

"Take a good look at this painting!" The old man said: "This is left to you by Li Qinglian, those people have been looking for so many years, they all thought it was a strange thing, how could they have thought that it was such a seemingly ordinary painting!"

He didn't look at Chen Weiming, but there was no doubt that these words were said to Chen Weiming. Over the years, countless dangers and threats were imminent, and he never compromised, putting life and death out of the way. He mixed the real treasures with a pile of calligraphy and paintings.

So many years. The Demon Gate and the Empire have been here many times to find the so-called treasures. But no one thought that the things left by Li Qinglian were actually in front of their eyes all along, and they were simply hung on the wall.

"Haha!"

He is a person who has no cultivation, but he has hidden so many so-called top powerhouses, and he has been holding back the pride for so many years, so that the old man can't help but vent at this moment.

The painting hanging on the roof slowly hovers, the blue light is like a ripple. Blanket the entire courtyard. In an instant, flowers, stone pillars, walls, ...... Everything in the courtyard is gone. There was darkness all around, as if in an endless void.

The blue light flickered, condensing into a light curtain like a waterfall pouring out, falling in front of Chen Weiming's eyes. There was a ripple in the light curtain, and a figure slowly emerged.

"Li Qinglian!"

Seeing the person who came clearly, Chen Weiming exclaimed. shouted out, the figure was holding a three-foot bronze sword, wearing a green shirt, with a hint of cynical smile between the corners of his mouth, who was not Li Qinglian who had appeared in the mirror of time in Pangu Temple.

He shouldn't be here. This is by no means me. Chen Weiming urged the eye of delusion to be true and swept away, and sure enough, he only saw energy, but not the breath of life. The figure was not him, just a shadow left behind.

"I'm glad that what I left behind waited for someone to wait. ”

Li Qinglian in the light curtain said softly: "I don't know what your name is, and I don't know what you look like, but if this painting can be touched, it shows that those who walk on the road against the sky have not died in vain." ”

"Fuxi, Nuwa, Suiren, Youchao, Cangjie ......"

With Li Qinglian's voice, the light curtain floated, drawing out figures one by one, who were those people in the Pangu Temple. It's just that here they are no longer cold stone statues, but have turned into vivid appearances.

Not only the statues in the Pangu Temple, but after those few people, other people were transformed. There are young men in black and white robes, old men with cloudy eyes with cigarette pouches, and Taoists who look like porcupines...... Many, many, many, one by one, they appear and disappear in front of my eyes.

Chen Weiming firmly believed that he didn't know them, except for the stones in the Pangu Temple, and he also had the slightest impression of them. But I don't know why, looking at these people, he felt as if someone had opened a curtain in his heart, revealing what was inside, like bright red flesh and blood, which made him feel severe pain.

It was as if these people were his relatives, friends, and even life and death.

That disappearance on the light curtain is like a permanent disappearance, death, and a catastrophe. It made him extremely heartbroken, and he burst into tears unconsciously.

At this moment, it was as if there was a beast hidden in his chest, and he couldn't help but want to roar, want to roar.

For the sake of this illusory slogan, they adhered to the will of sacrifice and died one after another on the road to heaven. ”

"All of them are just waiting for someone to wait, all the sacrifices, defeat after defeat, and just to delay the time of destruction. ”

Those figures all disappeared, and Li Qinglian appeared again, and as soon as she raised her hand, a black metal disk flew out. I thought it was just a phantus, but I didn't expect it to turn into a real thing and fall directly into Chen Weiming's hands.

"Take the star disk and rush out of this closed world to explore the wider world, which will guide you further away. At the end of the universe, those who have sacrificed are waiting for the news of your return! to complete what they have not done, to make their sacrifice meaningful. ”

Li Qinglian raised her hand again, and a book appeared in his hand. This book, Chen Weiming had seen, was the one that the other party took away in the Pangu Temple in the Mirror of Time.

"Their inheritance has no real meaning to you, Fu Xi left the greatest treasure for you before the Immortal Absolute Saint! This book is the key to the treasure, and it also records some things you should know!"

"Take it with you and go to the Pangu Temple, where is the thing that Fuxi left for you!" (To be continued.) )