"So the predecessors single-handedly established this underworld and hell in order to select a successor who can penetrate fear?" Feng Yun thought for a moment and said.

"Breaking through fear? It's not that easy. Tuoran Daoren chuckled, "There are countless masters in the world, but can anyone dare to say that they are carefree? If you can't do it after thousands of years of practice, how can you be enlightened in one day? ”

"Then ......" Feng Yun wanted to ask again, but seeing the appearance of Tuoran Daoren, he seemed to be reluctant to say more, so he swallowed the rest of the words back into his stomach with understanding. But also, if you understand the purpose of painting the saint's predecessors, won't this test be meaningless. ”

Seeing that Feng Yun shut up knowingly, Tuoran Daoist couldn't help but look at Feng Yun with interest and said: "Since you entered the mountain, although you have always been vigilant, there is no fear in your eyes. ”

"Isn't this a chance to escape for your life, the younger generation has nothing to fear." Feng Yun replied with a smile.

Tuoran Daoist stared at Feng Yun for a moment, then shook his head and smiled: "Enter this place, those who have sentient beings, are sad; Those who are ruthless will not escape the karma of sin. You took the initiative to stay and protect this little girl's body, presumably it should be the former, according to my opinion, you should also go to hell, when you know that your sin karma can be hidden from the world, and your heart is sad, don't be like me, wait until the end to regret it. ”

After hearing this, Feng Yun got up and bowed to Tuoran Daoist: "Thank you for the teachings of your predecessors." ”

However, after worshipping, he still didn't plan to enter the painting, but put away the smile on his face and said sincerely: "The heart of the younger generation has long been understood, and this body has long been in hell." The evil ghosts do nothing but drink blood, and the hearts of the people are ever-changing. ”

Hearing this, Tuoran Daoist couldn't help laughing: "Yes, yes!" There is no hell in the world, hell is the world, who is not a devil with painted skin, and where is not a hell that cuts out the heart! I only hate my flesh no more, otherwise I should drink a big white! When I paint the "true" life, not only can I not draw people's hearts, but I have never even seen through my own hearts. It's really not easy for you to have such insight at a young age, but it's a pity that you don't have the heart to seek truth, otherwise my inheritance will be handed over to you, and my heart will be very peaceful. ”

Feng Yun couldn't help but smile and thanked: "Thank you seniors for your love." However, compared with the younger generation, Miss Nangong should be more suitable as the successor of the predecessors of the painting saint. ”

Saying that, Feng Yun and Tuoran Daoren looked at Nangong Jiao'er who was immersed in the hell scroll at the same time, and at this time, Nangong Jiao'er had already faded away from the illusion camouflage, showing the true face of the country and the city.

Feng Yun originally thought that Tuoran Daoist would have the same opinion as him, but who expected that Tuoran Daoist wanted to look at the scroll for a while, but suddenly said: "...... It's hard to say. ”

As if to reflect the words of Tuoran Daoist, I saw that Nangong Jiao'er's delicate face suddenly had an extra bloodshot!

Nangong Jiao'er suddenly spilled blood from the corners of her mouth, which made Feng Yun's eyes squint slightly, but the abnormality did not end there, the corners of her mouth, Qiong's nose, and the corners of her eyes, and finally even her ears had blood flowing out! Seven orifices bleeding, this is a sign of a serious injury to the soul, how can Feng Yun still sit still, and hurriedly stepped forward to find out Nangong Jiao'er's condition.

Feng Yun grabbed Nangong Jiao'er's hand, and his divine sense instantly probed into his body, and only after a moment did he open his eyes, but the expression on his face was dark. Nangong Jiao'er's body was not damaged in the slightest, but his soul seemed to have suffered great damage, but for fear of affecting Nangong Jiao'er's condition in the picture scroll, Feng Yun did not investigate the injury of his divine soul in detail.

Feng Yun couldn't help but look at Tuoran Daoren, hoping to get some explanation.

Seeing Feng Yun's opinion, Tuoran Daoist didn't hide it this time, but just sighed helplessly: "As I just said, the sin is inescapable, and the heart is sad." The former is riddled with sins, and entering the eighteenth layer of hell is torture and unspeakable suffering; And the latter, like the little girl of the Nangong family, has a knot in her heart, and she has to sink into the torture to find a trace of peace of mind. ”

"Atonement?" Hearing the words of Tuoran Daoist, Feng Yun suddenly realized, but the heaviness on his face did not disappear, he didn't know what kind of sin Nangong Jiao'er was carrying in his heart, he actually voluntarily threw himself into the eighteenth layer of hell to suffer, but ......

"Staying in the hell of delusion is just a different place to escape. Such peace of mind is nothing but self-deception. He sighed deeply.

Tuoran Daoist looked at a certain place in the picture scroll, and said unhappily and angrily: "It depends on whether this little girl can get rid of the vanity and find her true heart." ”

Feng Yun hesitated for a moment, and then said to Tuoran Daoren: "Senior, junior has a reluctant request......

Before he finished speaking, Tuoran Daoist shook his head and replied: "What you want to say, I know, but whether to give up or not is up to her, not you." ”

Feng Yun's face suddenly sank, he wanted Tuoran Daoist to take Nangong Jiao'er out when he couldn't hold it anymore, but Tuoran Daoist rejected him, as long as Nangong Jiao'er didn't take the initiative to withdraw from hell, Tuoran Daoist would not make a move.

He thought for a moment, and then said again: "Then as her competitor, it is also our business for the juniors to interfere with her inheritance, and the seniors should not interfere, right?" ”

Feng Yun's quick wit made Tuoran Daoren's eyes show a hint of appreciation.

"Of course."

Hearing this, Feng Yun immediately shook Nangong Jiao'er's hand again, ready to pay attention to her soul situation, so that he could wake her up when something unexpected happened.

However, at this moment, Tuoran Daoren's words suddenly interrupted his movements.

"Someone is getting ready to go into the mountains again."

These words were like thunder, and immediately made Feng Yun turn his head to look at Tuoran Daoren.

“…… Can the seniors tell the juniors how many people are coming? Feng Yun tried to ask.

Tuoran Daoist looked at Feng Yun and smiled, and then replied, "It's okay to tell you, after all, you are here with a picture scroll." But there are a lot of people here this time, and one of them is not even weaker than you, so you have to think about it. It seemed that he had seen through what Feng Yun wanted to do, and Tuoran Daoist couldn't help but give him a reminder.

Feng Yun was silent, "These people are estimated to be from the Silver Tiger Gate, and their breath is stronger than mine, they should be one of the two out-of-body ancestors of the Silver Tiger Gate that Fang Zhengqing said, but I don't know which one came...... Troublesome. His face was dark, and he had a faint premonition before entering the mountain, until Nangong Jiao'er successfully entered the picture scroll to accept the last test, he breathed a sigh of relief, but who would have thought that this breath had just been spit out, and the troubles were pouring over one after another!

He looked at Nangong Jiao'er's pretty face stained red with blood, sighed helplessly, and muttered, "I should pay you back once." But if you die like this, you owe me! ”

Immediately, Feng Yun stood up and bowed to Tuoran Daoren: "Please also ask the seniors to send me out." ”

"Have you thought about it?" Tuoran asked with a nonchalant smile.

Feng Yun nodded.

"Okay." Tuoran Daoist nodded, and with a wave of his hand, he was about to send him out of the mountain according to Feng Yun's wishes, but before he could cast a spell, he saw Feng Yun as if he remembered something, and shouted: "Wait! ”

Tuoran Daoren's hand was suddenly stunned in the air. Then he saw Feng Yun take out five small flags from the treasure bag in his arms, and after injecting the recipe into the true yuan, he threw it casually, and the five array flags suddenly fell around Nangong Jiao'er's body on their own, surrounding it. After arranging a defensive magic array for Nangong Jiao'er, Feng Yun nodded with satisfaction, turned to Tuoran Daodao, and said, "Seniors have been waiting for a long time, and now it's okay." ”

Tuoran Daoist didn't say much, and with a wave of his robe, a cloud of inky black qi suddenly gushed out, enveloping Feng Yun in a moment, and when the black qi dispersed, Feng Yun's figure was already gone.

Tuoran Daoist glanced at the place where Feng Yun had disappeared, and then looked up at Nangong Jiao'er, who was still sinking into hell: "...... The lovers are broken, and the ruthless guests are free. ”

……

Feng Yun only felt that his eyes were dark, and his body seemed to be carried by something and moved to another place, and when he saw the light again, he had been sent to the hole/hole/doorway where they entered.

He hurriedly and cautiously looked down the mountain, just as Tuoran Daoist said, a group of people were slowly walking towards the mountain, roughly counting the number of no less than ten people, one of them was an extraordinary white-haired and white-bearded old man standing in the middle of the procession, blinking unusually unusually.

"This aura is indeed out of the body realm, yes, but ......" Although this out-of-body realm power aura is weaker than Feng Yun imagined, it cannot be ruled out that it is the reason for the hidden strength.

Feng Yun's face was not good, in addition to the out-of-body power, there were actually two Yuanying cultivators in the team of the Silver Tiger Gate, and the weakest of the rest also had the strength of Jindan.

"Jin Dan and Guiyi don't matter, these two Yuan Babies are a little troublesome, I don't know what the strength is." Feng Yun said secretly in his heart. Whether it is facing this out-of-body power alone or those two Yuanying monks, he has a lot of certainty, but it is very troublesome to deal with these three people at the same time, if he is entangled by two Yuanying powers, the power of out-of-body power is not easy to catch.

Seeing that everyone in the Silver Tiger Gate was getting closer and closer, Feng Yun kept thinking about countermeasures in his heart.

"It doesn't seem to be so evil on this ghost mountain?" Liu Tu, the master of the Silver Tiger Gate, carefully looked around and whispered.

"It's hard to say, maybe it's just that we haven't gotten there yet." On his side, another Silver Tiger Sect elder, Duan Kangyuan, who was nicknamed White Tiger Tail, said lightly.

Their conversation naturally couldn't hide from the Silver Tiger Gate Ancestor Chunxuzi who walked behind them, and Chunxuzi glanced at the entire mountain and said in a deep voice: "Be careful, don't be careless!" This mountain is not simple, and the old man is now more and more sure that this is the handiwork left by the painting saint. ”

Hearing their ancestor's words, Liu Tu and the others immediately straightened their waists and carefully probed the surrounding movements.

Suddenly, Pure Xuzi's eyes widened, anger loomed on his face, and he shouted loudly: "Is it powerless to bully the old man!" Where to run! ”

At the same time, Liu Tu and the others saw a flying shuttle suddenly shoot out of the mountain, and it was about to go away in the blink of an eye. Liu Tu and Duan Kangyuan didn't dare to delay in the slightest, and immediately chased after them.

However, with the speed of the two of them, how could they catch up with the flying shuttle, so Chun Xuzi immediately took action. I saw the pure void son Zhenyuan surging, his hand made a knife-shaped, and in the blink of an eye, he waved out a huge silver light, and slashed straight towards the flying shuttle!

The silver light rose in the air against the wind, and with the speed visible to the naked eye, it turned into a phantom of a silver knife several zhang long, and landed on the shuttle with the momentum of splitting the mountain!

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the silver giant knife flew right in the middle! Liu Tu and Duan Kangyuan were immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward to capture the enemy.

Although Liu Tu relied on flattering the two ancestors to ascend to the throne, it did not mean that he was really incompetent, on the contrary, his mind turned quickly, and he figured out the current situation in a moment. "When this person saw us running, he must have a weak heart and didn't dare to be our enemy, and he was stabbed by the ancestor again, and now it is not difficult to catch him!" This kind of effortless merit is not to fight at this time, so Liu Tu almost showed his body method to the extent of twelve points, preparing to be the first to capture the thief and send it to the pure void son to invite merit.

Duan Kangyuan is not stupid, seeing Liu Tu working so hard, he naturally does not want to fall behind him, just now the ancestor said, this is likely to be the relics of the painting saint, there must be a lot of good things, he is working hard now, and the ancestor may be in a mood to share him more.

Just when the two of you chased me and rushed towards the shuttle that was beheaded, I heard the trembling voice of the pure void behind him shouting: "Be careful! Hurry back! ”