When the sky of Nirvana had just become no longer dim, it had returned to darkness again because of the appearance of layers of clouds. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The thunder was rolling, resounding across the earth, alarming one big clan after another, and causing the eyes of many strong people to gaze for the second time, and even the uproar outside Nirvana.

The clouds were black, black and oppressive. Twisted and tumbled, like a giant python that smelled blood, a greedy and bloodthirsty roar.

The reason why it appeared was the vision of heaven and earth that was touched by the moment of Teng wanting to open the immortal life, he was immersed in astonishment and surprise, and looked at the purple jade immortal road in his body in a daze. Completely unaware of his body, bursts of radiant purple light appeared.

Luster like jade, spotlessly clean.

"Purple... Purple Jade Immortal Road?" The first one with a fast heartbeat was the ancestor of the Zhao family.

Below, in the ruined mountains and rivers, a dry skeleton loomed and uttered words of disbelief. If there was skin on his face, it must have been twisted into a ball.

Even so, in the eyes of the ancestor of the Zhao family, the two dim flames that represented the eyeballs flickered uncertainly.

Only then did he know that he suddenly discovered why from the first day that Teng Desire appeared in Nirvana, the divine realm issued a killing order!

In his complexity, the dim fire seemed to look at the top of his head, and above his head, a quaint temple was slowly condensing, just like the nine-story temple in the Shenmu Temple in the mortal dust.

The only difference is that this temple has only one floor, but there are nine stone steps around it, one by one, and the mottled stone slabs seem to have left some traces of time and unattainable dignity.

Because each stone step is more than one person high, looking from afar, it is said to be a temple, but it is more like a tall altar.

In this black temple, it is empty and there is no one, even if it is a thousand years of retrograde time.

Yes, it was just a yellowed portrait hanging high, in which it depicted the thin back of a man sitting cross-legged on a cliff, with a long black braid that fell to the ground. Looks, like an old man.

The old man, who seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, was draped in a gray robe, on which were carved countless obscure patterns and crooked words.

Between heaven and earth, there is a strong divine power, which seems to be the divine realm.

Looking at the bottom of the cliff, there is a sea of people with no end in sight. It was a myriad of prostrate mortals, filled with incredible adoration and awe for the old man.

If Teng wants to see this scene, he will be surprised to find that if this painting is real, then the power of faith that this old man has will be a vast ocean!

In contrast, the power of faith he received in mortal dust was nothing more than a lonely boat in the sea.

At this moment, just a moment after the temple was completely condensed, the old man in this portrait, suddenly, turned his head slowly and quickly, completely twisted behind him, and looked at the sky outside the temple, opened his shriveled lips without moisture and blood, revealed his pale teeth, and let out a solemn smile.

It was a withered face like rotten wood, wrinkled like the bark of a tree after autumn, wrinkled by the dry wind.

The cloudy eyes had a dark red luster, like a bloodthirsty beast, flashing with a chilling edge.

This edge is the desire in the sky!

"There is no purple in the world, and this son will naturally not be tolerated by this heaven and earth," the old man in the portrait laughed hoarsely a few times, and his breath slightly spread out in all directions, making the picture scroll undulate like ripples of dripping water, and wisps of vicissitudes of immortal energy spread in all directions!

An existence from the divine realm, but it exudes a strong immortal aura from the inside out, making his identity extraordinarily mysterious, and mysteriously so that the ancestor of the Zhao family only knows that he is a high priest from ancient times.

As for the rest, I don't know anything.

As for the other Zhao Jiaxian, they didn't know that there was such a strange existence. (To be continued.) )