The figure dissipated, the mist turned into a staircase, spreading upward from the front of Wang Lin, and at the end of the day Wang Lin took a deep breath, his eyes showed a decisive look, stepped on the stairs, walked up, step by step, as he continued to move forward, the stairs behind him slowly disappeared.

This moment, in Tibet. On the fragment 6 outside the pavilion, the three old men were talking, and suddenly, they saw a light flickering on the collection pavilion, and this light became more and more intense, almost dazzling.

The old man of the Chen family, his eyes fell on that light, and said flatly: "This Xu Daoyou's immortal fate is about to begin, but I don't know what kind of immortal art he can obtain in that fourth layer!"

The monk surnamed Lu, who had lost his physical body, nodded when he heard this, and said: "Cultivation is also somewhat related to immortal fate, although it is not big, but at a certain time, it can also be effective, this person is afraid that within the fourth layer, he can obtain better immortal arts." ”

The last monk surnamed Song did not speak, but stared at the light on the collection pavilion, his eyes burst into essence, and he said in a deep voice: "Something is wrong!"

Chen and Lu were stunned, their eyes fell on the Dusk Pavilion, and they immediately changed color.

I saw it in hiding. On the Pavilion, after the first ray, four rays of light appeared, and they lined up with it, reaching straight into the sky, and a circular ripple spread out in the sky to all sides, looking up from the ground, this scene was extremely spectacular.

"Five rays of light, this person has actually entered the fifth layer!!" The monk surnamed Lu, who had lost his body, looked directly at the five rays of light, and his eyes showed an incredible look.

"It seems that we all underestimate this Xu Daoyou, this person's cultivation is definitely the pinnacle of the Yang Realm, I am afraid that half a foot into the Voyeur Nirvana, barely reaching the standard of entering the fifth layer!" The monk surnamed Song had an indiscretable flash in his eyes.

The monk surnamed Chen frowned and said slowly: "If he cultivates to reach the Voyeur Nirvana, it is impossible for him to enter the Thunder Immortal Realm, unless it is ......

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly he hid. The light appeared on the pavilion again, this time, it was two, and it rushed directly into the sky, on a par with the other five.

Seven long rainbows pierced the sky, extremely magnificent, but in the eyes of the three people, they were dumbfounded.

"Impossible, seven rays of light, this is the seventh layer, it is impossible to ......" The old man surnamed Song looked at the sky blankly, muttering to us, with a look of horror in his eyes.

The monk surnamed Lu, who had lost his physical body, was also stiff, looking at the seven rays of light in a daze, and his mind was blank.

As for the monk surnamed Chen, it was even more so, the shock in his eyes was extremely strong, and he muttered, "What kind of cultivation do you need to enter the seventh layer...... That Xu Mu's cultivation would never be like this, could it be...... Could it be that this person really has the kind of peerless immortal who can enter the seventh layer without even testing, and he is hiding in the stunned eyes of the three of them. On the pavilion, two more Changhongs flew out, and nine Changhongs went deep into the sky, in the eyes of the three people, this scene was like a series of thunder, exploding.

The three of them couldn't say a word, just stared blankly at the sky.

If they talk about the five long rainbows, they can understand that Xu Mu Xiuwei may be slightly hidden, and although he is a little surprised when he enters the fifth layer, he can reluctantly accept it. But after the appearance of the Seven Rainbows, they were shocked, but they couldn't believe that Xu Mu was hiding. Repair.

Especially the final Nine Dao Changhong, it made their hearts tremble, all of this can only be explained by a great immortal fate, in addition, there is no second choice.

The impact of the Nine Dao Changhong on the three of them was too great, you must know that even the ancestors of their respective families, when the Thunder Immortal Realm was first opened, they sealed this fragment when it was 6 years old, that is, they only entered the eighth layer.

On the ninth floor, no one can enter.

As Wang Lin walked, the stairs under his feet came to an end, and under one step, his eyes immediately brightened, and where he was located was an attic.

This attic is not big, there are more than ten wooden lattices on the left and right walls, and in each of them, there is a fairy jade, emitting a soft light.

On the wall directly in front of it, there is also a painting of a tree with yellow leaves on half of it, and a boy sitting under the tree, as if meditating on his knees.

In the blank space in the upper left corner of this painting, there is a sentence written in pen and ink.

"Calling for the wind and rain, scattering beans into soldiers, the ground cracks and the mountains collapse, and the moon is sunny. ”

Looking at this painting, Wang Lin was silent for a moment, unable to see the clues inside, and when it came to the sentence of painting J1, he thought it was very interesting.

"Calling for wind and rain, these should be the two supernatural powers that should be said, sprinkling beans into soldiers, which are also a supernatural power. As for the second half of the sentence, the earth cracks and landslides, which is the same as the previous call for wind and rain, but this cloudy moon is clear, what does it mean......

Unable to see through the meaning, Wang Lin withdrew his gaze and looked in this room, which was extremely simple, not even a table, except for a stone futon on the ground, which was deeply dented, obviously caused by someone meditating on it for many years.

Wang Lin took a few steps forward and took a closer look at the futon, this thing was extremely ordinary, nothing unusual, but when Wang Lin touched it, he was stunned, his hand actually penetrated the futon.

Wang Lin frowned slightly, looked at the lattices on the left and right sides, and after a while, his face was a little gloomy.

The previous joy was suddenly empty.

In the lattice on the left and right, although there is fairy jade, the fairy jade is like a futon, all of which are illusory things, and they do not exist at all.

Under observation, Wang Lin smiled bitterly, he now, everything here, all the objects, can only be seen, but cannot be touched. It's like you're in a fantasy.

"If I knew this, I might as well go to the fourth floor, I guess it will never be like this!" Wang Lin frowned, looked around the room, and finally fell on the painting in front of him and muttered for a moment, Wang Lin's eyes flashed, he sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the day, and the whole thing sank.

"The ninth layer that the Immortal Monarch can come to is by no means so simple, maybe this illusory scene seems to me to be so, but in the eyes of the Immortal Monarch, it can be obtained by simply raising his hand. So here, it's a little strange to have such a painting. ”

Wang Lin looked at the painting and looked at it carefully.

Time passed little by little, Wang Lin's mentality slowly calmed down, he was unwilling to find nothing in this ninth layer, under the analysis, this painting here is likely to be the key.

He simply let go of his mind and looked at the painting with all his heart, wanting to show clues in it.

Gradually, Wang Lin's expression became calm, he almost couldn't take his eyes off it, and his whole mind was fully integrated into this painting, silently comprehending. As time passed, Wang Lin slowly closed his eyes.

Although his eyes were closed, the painting was still in his mind, and he seemed to have a feeling that the whole person had entered the painting, and after a long time, he opened his eyes and muttered to himself, "No...... There was always a diaphragm that made it impossible for me to really blend into the painting. ”

After a moment of silence, his eyes suddenly froze, and his gaze fell on the boy under the tree.

He clearly remembered this boy before, just meditating and spitting, and his hands did not have any marks, but at this moment, the hands of the boy in the painting were pinching the marks.

This moment lifted Wang Lin's spirits and observed it carefully.

Time passed again, and seven days passed in a blink of an eye, and under the key observation, Wang Linxian, the boy's handprint, would change every two or three hours, but this change was extremely slight, and if you didn't pay full attention to his fingers, it would be difficult to show it at all.

Seven days, Wang Lin remembered all the handprints of the boy, on the eighth day, he crossed his knees on the ground, pinched the trick with both hands, and immediately knocked out all the handprints, with one handprint, the whole attic suddenly shook, Wang Lin was stunned and immediately stopped, looked around carefully, and muttered for a moment, and then continued to play the handprints.

Similarly, when this handprint appeared again, the entire attic shook again, as if it was shrinking, and this time Wang Lin was greatly surprised, and the handprint sped up, but the attic was unloaded after a few vibrations, and then stopped. Puzzled, Wang Lin looked at the painting, his hands were imprinting faster and faster, and he gradually felt as if his physical body had dissipated, and his whole mind was drifting towards the painting.

When the last handprint was made, Wang Lin only felt a bang in his head, his body was crooked, and he fell to the ground, his Yuan Shen was even more shaken, and his eyes were dizzy.

When it was clear in front of him, Wang Lin was immediately shocked, and looked around blankly.

All around him was nothingness, and behind him was a big tree, half of which was yellow, and now a breeze was blowing, and the leaves were swaying and rustling.

Looking down, Wang Lin was actually wearing a Taoist robe, and he entered the painting, and even became the boy in the painting! This scene was too bizarre, Wang Lin stood up and looked at the sky, only to see that in the sky above the right side, there were a few black ink marks, and those ink marks were the ones he saw outside the painting at the beginning, "Calling for wind and rain and scattering beans into soldiers, the earth cracks and the mountains collapse - the moon is clear." ”

Under Wang Lin's gaze, this line of words immediately changed, forming a drop of ink, like rain falling from the sky and falling around, and in an instant, the surrounding nothingness dissipated, replaced by pieces of noisy sound.

I saw that in the void, a figure appeared, all of whom could not see their faces clearly, but after appearing one by one, they immediately sat down cross-legged, and in the end, around Wang Lin, almost all of them were human figures.

There were bursts of whispered conversation, but the strange thing was that Wang Lin could hear it, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

After a while, suddenly all the noise suddenly disappeared, and in the void, a person walked out, this person's whole body was also blurred, but his appearance was immediately filled with a coercion.

The man floated in mid-air, sat cross-legged, as if smiling, and a voice came out clearly.

"Today, Xiaoyaozi opened the painting for the collection of Xian Ge, Xianjun moistened the pen, and also asked me to call to watch, so I simply invited all the fairy friends to gather, and when I painted, listen to my preaching. That's my way!"

The man said, raised his right hand, and immediately there was a crack wind roaring, this wind turned black, filled the sky, and immediately turned into nine black dragons under the sweep, the sound of the dragon roar and the huge momentum, immediately made the heaven and earth change, especially when the black wind was vertical and horizontal, the nine black dragons opened their mouths in unison, spit out a yin wind, that kind of powerful incredible power, almost made people feel like life is like a candle flame, blown by this wind, immediately extinguished by the fire! It seems that all the spirits in the world can collapse and die when blown by this wind, and the strange power contained in it has already exceeded Wang Lin's imagination.

"This is the wind! The road is simple, the wind is like this, it can blow the fire of all spirits!"

Wang Lin's heart was even more shocked, and an unimaginable sharp pain kept coming, as if it was about to be torn apart, and his primordial spirit immediately collapsed and fell apart.

At this moment, a soft force came out of nothingness, and Wang Lin's broken Yuan Shen was rolled up under a volume, and a clear voice smiled: "The art of the Immortal Emperor is extraordinary, this technique is the wind, and this monarch will use this as a title and write it on the painting of Xiaoyaozi, and this painting is in the collection." On the ninth floor of the Pinxian Pavilion, if there is a fairy fate in the future, he will enter the painting to understand, whether he can understand this technique, it depends on his fairy fate!"

At the same time as this voice appeared, Wang Lin's shattered primordial spirit was rolled up, as if it had become ink, and he was swept away with a pen, and two words were written.

"How, the wind!"

At the same time, a strong force came out from these two words, Wang Lin's primordial spirit recondensed, was bounced out, and a flower flew out of the painting in front of his eyes, and returned to the attic room and fell to the ground.

Wang Lin's body was shocked, and he opened his eyes, showing horror in his eyes, and there was still the lingering sound of the painting in his ears.

"This, is this the fairy fate...... Wang Lin took a deep breath and looked at the paintings on the wall in a daze, everything just now felt extremely real to him.

"Immortal Emperor...... Xianjun ...... And the painting Xiaoyaozi...... "Wang Lin stared at the painting, but at this moment he finally saw that the painting style and the painting he saw in the storage space were obviously in the hands of the same person! After sinking for a long time, Wang Lin stood up, didn't look at the fairy jade in the surrounding grid, and turned to leave. Compared to the immortal technique he had obtained in his mind at the moment, everything on the ninth layer was immediately dimmed.

When he walked out of the ninth floor, stairs appeared at Wang Lin's feet, and he slowly walked down the ancient times, still in a trance in his eyes, as if he had not completely recovered from the scenes in the painting.

"Immortal art, exhale the wind!" Wang Lin muttered to himself, followed the stairs, and walked to the bottom of the step, and the flea disappeared without a trace.

On the fragment 6 where the collection pavilion is located, after all these excesses, Chen, Lu, and Song have recovered from that shock, but they still can't believe all this in their hearts.

In the hearts of the three of them, without exception, jealous thoughts appeared, which gradually became richer, and in the end, almost replaced reason.

After all, they couldn't guess what the ninth-layer immortal technique was, but the more it was, the stronger the mentality of longing for it became.

At this moment, the light door on the collection pavilion flickered, and Wang Lin's figure walked out of it, with a daze, he walked past the three of them, and walked into the distance step by step.

The three of them immediately saw that Wang Lin's state at the moment was a little wrong, and they looked at each other, and they all saw ruthlessness and decisiveness in each other's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Xu Daoyou, compared with recommending you to the family, Chen still wants the immortal art taken from the ninth layer, especially your state at the moment, if you are sober, it will be fine, Chen may still hesitate, but now your trance state is a chance destined by God to Chen!" The old man surnamed Chen showed murderous intent in his eyes.

The three of them no longer hesitated, rushed out, each took out the most powerful magic weapon, pinched out the most powerful magic immortal technique, and went straight to Wang Lin!