Seeing that this kid was actually playing hooligan in front of him, the white-haired young man was also a little helpless, he sighed softly, and said: "The outer gate has its own rules for the outer gate, which are handled by the elders who rule the outer gate, since they didn't find out what you did, or if they didn't care, I won't overstep the blister, I will remember your seven sins for the time being, and I won't punish you!"

When Fang Xing heard this, he immediately breathed a long sigh of relief, only to feel a chill on his back, but he had already broken out in a cold sweat just now.

The white-haired young man continued: "I called you here to see your understanding, test your physique, and see if you are suitable to inherit my inheritance, but now I have another idea, perhaps, you can see through that picture, maybe ......."

At this point, he pondered for a moment, as if he had made a decision.

"Follow me!"

He got up, flicked his palm on the chessboard, and the chess-like suddenly turned into a stone-cast statue, and the chess pieces took root, and no one could touch them again, which seemed to seal the chessboard, and only when he came back would he continue to play chess.

Then, he summoned a green cloud, took Fang Xing to stand up, and quickly flew towards the back of the peak.

After coming to the peak, there is a stone forest, hideous and weird, chaotic, like a cluster of stone swords, and the halberd points to the firmament......

On the edge of the stone forest, there is a cave mansion, secluded and simple, the white-haired young man led Fang Xing into the cave mansion, on a stone frame, lifted the eighteen bans above, took out a scroll below, sighed, handed it to Fang Xing's hand, and said: "You have evil thoughts, not suitable for my inheritance, but maybe it will be suitable for this scroll, I will give you three days, try if you can understand this scroll, if not, after three days, I will wash away your memory, and you will continue to go back to the inner door!"

"Scrolls?"

Fang Xing opened the scroll curiously, felt a gloomy feeling for no reason, and subconsciously shrank his head.

There are no figures, no landscapes, only blood.

A streak of blood, bright red and blinding, seemed to have splashed on the scroll.

"This is when a person is beheaded, the blood on the neck is splashed on the map, so this picture is called the decapitation map!"

The white-haired young man said softly, there seemed to be some complicated light in his eyes, patted Fang Xing's shoulder, sighed lightly and left.

"The tenth man is ......"

The white-haired young man came to the outside of the cave and looked up at the starry sky, in a place that people couldn't see, in the starry sky that ordinary monks couldn't reach, nine Xuan coffins were suspended in the air, as if they fixed the universe of this planet, they had existed for many years, and they had also caused a lot of big changes in the cultivation world, but over the years, countless capable people and strangers had never understood their secrets.

This child is already the tenth person he has found to observe the picture in the past three hundred years.

A thousand years ago, one of the nine coffins projected a divine light in the Nanzhan Continent, and the monks in the world went to explore, and they found that there were countless magical scriptures and magic weapons, and even the legendary elixir.

Qingyun Sect is only a small sect, and in this battle, it is not able to participate in the competition at all.

But Bai Qianzhang can, at that time, he was not called Bai Qianzhang, his name was changed after seeing a scroll in the inheritance, and because at that time, he had just suffered a big change, and he gave birth to white hair at a young age, so he casually took such a pseudonym, and it was also there that he made a great decision to betray the family with a pair of scrolls.

That scroll is this "decapitation map"!

Bai Qianzhang knew that this picture was related to the heavy dà, and there was a hidden mystery, but for seven hundred years, he had never been able to understand it, and in desperation, he chose to worship the talented disciples of the sect in these three hundred years, and he thought of this picture, hoping to find something, but in the past three hundred years, he found nine people to come to the enlightenment, but finally seven people failed, and he washed away his memory and sent him back to the inner door.

The other two, however, went mad in the process of contemplating this diagram and were burned into a pile of ashes.

This time, I chose Fang Xing, and I also felt that Fang Xing was a little different.

After looking for so many disciples with amazing talents, they found nothing, and this kid who behaved differently might find something.

At this time, in the cave, Fang Xing looked at the scroll attentively and sat down on a stone table.

It's just a smear of blood, splashed on the picture, very simple.

But if you look closely, you will faintly feel a sense of horror on the picture, the blood stains, I don't know how many years have passed, but it is still bright and blood-red, as if there is still vitality, and in this vitality, what can be felt is a person's endless monstrous anger, endless unwillingness, as if in the painting, there is a soul of grievance, to break the firmament.

When staring at this painting with both eyes, it seems that there will be an illusion in front of him, on the god slashing platform, a hero of the end of the road looks up to the sky and roars, angry at the injustice of the sky, but a sword light strikes, the head flies, and blood splatters......

No wonder, the white-haired youth called it a "decapitation picture", and this is indeed a decapitation picture!

Because everyone who sees this picture will be dyed by the indomitable will on the picture and see that illusion.

It's just that what does the white-haired man want to enlighten himself?

Fang Xing sat silently in front of the picture, looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, and used the Yin Yang God Demon Sword.

The Yin Yang God Demon Jian could almost identify the things he saw that were contaminated with spiritual power.

He wanted to first take a look at what was in this picture through the Guò Yin Yang God and Demon Guide, and then think about what he needed to understand.

Gazing on the diagram, the spiritual power was consumed little by little, and then a message slowly appeared in his mind.

“...... Immortal Blood ...... Providence Sword ......"

Tong guò Yin Yang God Demon Jian, unexpectedly identified what was in this picture.

One is the blood of the immortals, and the other is the sword of heaven's will.

Fang Xing was stunned, the person whose neck blood was splashed on the picture turned out to be an immortal?

If he is an immortal, who has the ability to behead him?

Besides, this Heavenly Providence Sword ...... Could it be the sword intent of the Heavenly Rank Technique?

Not long ago, Fang Xing had just learned through the Yin Yang Divine Demon Technique that the world's martial arts, from top to bottom, were the seven layers of Dao Technique, Heavenly Technique, Immortal Technique, Divine Technique, Xuan Technique, Law Technique, and Basic Technique, and this sword intent, could it be that it was destroyed by the Heavenly Rank Skill Technique?

The second of the seven martial arts, how strong should this person with the sword be?

It's no wonder that the immortals will be killed, because even if it is an immortal formula, it is ranked below the heavenly formula!

"If there are only these two things on the painting, then I can only perceive one of these two things......"

Fang Xingtong guò thinks like this, but it is much simpler, because there are traces to follow.

Even Bai Qianzhang only knew that there was a mystery in this picture, but he didn't know what the specific mystery was, let alone other disciples who came to comprehend, they could only think about this picture, let go of all their minds, and use the anger contained in the blood stains in the painting to capture the Dao marks of the scales and half-claws, because they didn't know what they wanted to perceive, so they just tried their luck.

Fang Xing is different, he knows what he needs to sense, so he can target!

Just like everyone is looking for something on the blank beach, some people don't know what they are looking for, they only know that there must be something they are looking for on the beach, but Fang Xing is equivalent to looking for something by himself from the beginning.

In this way, he naturally took advantage of it.

Hanging the scroll on the stone wall, Fang Xing took a deep breath and began to calm down, feeling the Dao machine.

"Angry...... Grievances...... Unyielding ......"

Gazing intently at the bloodstain in the picture, Fang Xing gradually felt all kinds of strong and complicated feelings.

This immortal blood is the last trace of vitality spilled by an unwilling person.

After his death, he lost his life, and the blood that came out became dead blood, and there could never be any emotion.

Therefore, within this blood, there are many complex feelings, and it also contains the last vitality of an immortal.

Fang Xing's mind fluttered, and he felt all kinds of emotions contained in this bloodstain......

Anger, resentment, indomitability, arrogance, hatred...... There are almost all kinds of feelings, but there is no fear!

"What do you feel in the end? What do you think when a person is about to have his head cut off?"

Fang Xing stared at the beheading diagram and slowly returned to when he was eight years old, and that time, he was also almost beheaded.

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