Chapter 1538 Patriarchs of Past Dynasties. (Second Update! Please Subscribe!)

Soon, the two entered the inheritance hall.

Thousands of soul lamps float up and down, like a river of flowing lights. Among the dotted lamps, those lamps that look like the sun flying into the sky are particularly spectacular.

In the void above the Soul Lamp, "Fu Qiong" in a simple robe sat suspended in the air, and when he sensed Pei Ling coming, he slowly opened his eyes.

Next, Pei Ling bowed his head and saluted: "Greetings to the Patriarch of 'Fu Qiong'!"

When he saw the salute, Yin Nu bowed silently and retreated quietly.

"Fu Qiong" looked at Pei Ling and nodded slightly.

In the entire inheritance hall, a blood-colored staircase emerged in an instant, starting from "Fu Qiong", quickly crossing thousands of soul lamps, and appearing in front of Pei Ling's feet.

This blood-colored staircase seemed to be purely made of blood, but it was as clear and ethereal as an illusion, as if it had no substance.

Every step is engraved with dense demons and ghosts. Pairs of eyes full of hatred condense substantial malice, lingering turbulently, and black smoke steams up and fills the hall, as if thousands of soul lamps, All were cast with a distinct shadow.

"Fu Qiong" Patriarch stood up and said, "Come up."

Pei Ling immediately responded, "Yes!"

He stepped up the bloody stairs, and just as he walked up, he suddenly felt a series of indescribable changes around him.

It seemed that he had left the inheritance hall in an instant, but when he looked around, the soul lamp was still floating like the sea, and there was nothing unusual about the scene in front of him.

As if aware of his doubts, on the stairs, the patriarch "Fu Qiong" stood with his hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "This is the path to the sect's secret place."

"All the patriarchs of the Holy Ancestor will enter the secret place for meditation after passing through the catastrophe."

"Although you are still in harmony right now, crossing the catastrophe is just around the corner, but you are qualified to come."

Pei Ling saluted and said, "Obey!"

He strode up behind the "Fu Qiong" patriarch, and followed the other's pace, walking towards the depths of the inheritance hall.

There was nothing in the void, but every time "Fu Qiong" took a step at this moment, the blood-colored staircase that seemed real and unreal appeared just right.

After walking for a while, a huge scroll gradually appeared in front of him.

The color of this picture scroll is old, as if it has gone through a very long time. Inside is a boundless sea of ​​blood. In the center of the sea of ​​blood, on the rising throne, sits a vague figure like a wet ink painting.

Pei Ling immediately recognized that the person in this painting was the "Dark Blood" patriarch who upheld justice for him back then!

"Fu Qiong" stood in front of the picture scroll, and said in a flat voice: "This is 'Dark Blood'."

"Four thousand years ago, he broke through to cross the catastrophe and was ranked as the ancestor of the sect."

"Now we are still a few times away from Mahayana."

"But there is no hundred years, and the next Dao Tribulation, it will not have the strength to take over."

"He can't participate in this Floating Life Chess game."

Pei Ling listened carefully, the "world flavor" of Jiuyi Mountain before was only one last dao calamity away.

But the last time the opponent was in Wushi Villa, he had already induced the last Dao Tribulation, and now he doesn't know whether the opponent succeeded or failed.

However, according to the words of the "Fu Qiong" patriarch, it can be speculated that the cultivation base of "Shi Wei" should be much higher than that of "Dark Blood"...

Without stopping too much in front of the portrait of "Dark Blood", "Fu Qiong" moved forward and continued to walk forward.

Soon, another picture scroll appeared, this picture scroll painted many corpse puppets, grotesque and terrifying, surrounded by a middle-aged man in brocade clothes and golden crown and jade pendant, his face seemed to be shrouded in mist, making it difficult to see clearly , the temperament of the whole body is quite bohemian, holding a wine glass, as if drinking happily.

The patriarch "Fuqiong" stood still and introduced calmly: "This is 'Fade'."

"The Transcendence Tribulation 4,700 years ago."

"It fell in the twenty-third Dao Tribulation."

"What is sealed in the picture scroll right now is its divine sense and inheritance."

"Every time the Great Competition of the Outer Sect, the Hall of the Holy Son or the Holy Maiden, the Ceremony of the Suzerain's Enthronement, and other similar occasions, the phantom of his spiritual sense will occasionally wake up."

"This remaining divine sense has no consciousness, and can only do fixed things according to its will during life."

Transcending Tribulation that has fallen?

Pei Ling was slightly taken aback, seeing that "Fu Qiong" Patriarch continued to move forward, he hurriedly followed.

Not long after, a third portrait appeared in front of it. This painting is colorful and full of flowers. It looks like a house full of wealth and wealth. However, if you look carefully, you will find that all the flowers and grasses are faintly Presenting the outline of a resentful face, full of gloom and resentment.

Among the flowers, a feminine male cultivator sat on the ground, holding a flower branch in his hand, lowering his head slightly, only half of his extremely pale face could be seen.

"Fu Qiong" said: "This is 'killing life'."

"He fell in the thirty-seventh Dao Tribulation."

"Just like 'Fard', his spiritual thoughts and inheritance are sealed in this scroll."

"Every time there is a major event in the sect that disturbs the inheritance hall, there will be an opportunity to wake up."

After speaking, he continued to walk forward.

Pei Ling followed closely behind.

The misty blood steps continue to extend, seemingly endless, and one after another scrolls are hung in the void, lined up on their path.

"Fu Qiong" walked while introducing Pei Ling.

There are hundreds of scrolls here, but most of the ancestors in the paintings have already fallen, leaving only spiritual thoughts and inheritance.

It was only when he walked to a certain scroll that the patriarch "Fu Qiong" said, "This is 'Xing Hate'."

"The distance from Mahayana is only the last dao robbery."

"Her Dao Tribulation can be lowered at any time."

"Now in the painting of Shenmian, it is the method used by Shengzong to delay the Dao robbery."

"After you complete the last challenge, I will wake her up."

"At that time, she will go to the void outside the territory to survive this last catastrophe."

"If there is no fall, he will also participate in this Floating Life Chess Game."

Pei Ling looked into the painting. In the painting, bones were piled up like a mountain. On the top of the mountain, there was a masked female cultivator standing with her hands behind her back.

His long hair hangs down like a waterfall, scattered behind him, and the tulle veil lightly covers his jade face, revealing only a pair of cold and sharp eyes, scorching like fire, sharp like blades, the face is hazy by the light veil, only a little bit of red lips, as bright as blood .

He nodded slightly. This "star hate" patriarch seems to be on the same level as the "world flavor" of Jiuyi Mountain...

"Fu Qiong" continued to move forward. In the next few portraits, some were lying in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, some were inhabiting mass graves, some were floating on the sea of ​​souls, and some were surrounded by countless babies and ghosts. ...

Some of these patriarchs have already fallen, and some were seriously injured in the Dao Tribulation, almost dying. They need extremely long cultivation, and there is no hope for Mahayana in a short time, and they have no chance of this immortal road.

Step, step, step...

"Fu Qiong" walked to another portrait. In the painting was a six or seven-year-old boy with a red coat and gold locks, dressed festively. However, in the void on both sides of his head, there were two identical pictures. However, the faces with crying and smiling expressions followed closely, which looked very weird.

"Fu Qiong" stood still, and introduced: "This is 'Baoying'."

"He is the same as 'Xinghen', and he has the last Dao Tribulation left."

"And Dao Tribulation can be lowered at any time."

"If you succeed in overcoming the tribulation, you will also participate in this Floating Life Chess Game."

Next, "Fu Qiong" successively introduced several living crossing catastrophes, both male and female, with different appearances and temperaments. The only thing in common is that they all have only one last catastrophe left.

A moment later, a picture scroll that was a circle larger than all the previous scrolls, faintly exuding palpitating power fluctuations, appeared in front of the two of them.