522 Paintings in the Ancient Temple
Speaking of this, a light flashed in his eyes.
The original vague memory suddenly became clear after devouring the middle-aged man.
"In this way, I still have to go to the Sealing Realm, and the only way to go to the Sealing Realm is when the seal between the Palm Realm and the Sealing Realm is opened. ”
In his heart at this moment, countless pictures appeared in Dons, and the middle-aged man told him before, that is the origin of the sealing realm and the palm realm, but no matter which world it is, the zombie clan will always be spurned and suppressed.
Although they are two different worlds, they are both under the control of the Spirit Realm Heavenly Dao.
"No matter what, I have to go, only in this way can I break through to a higher realm. ”
After speaking, his eyes moved, and he immediately looked at the back of the ancient hall, where there was a small door, a door with a halo, the wind was clear and his heart was swaying, and he walked up unconsciously.
When he came to the door, he slowly stepped out of his foot, and when the first foot landed in the door, there was a powerful suction force in an instant, and before she could react, she was swallowed away.
He felt that his eyes were dazzling, and when he completely recovered, he found that he was still standing in the ancient hall, and the surrounding scene had not changed at all.
Seeing this scene, he wondered, if he had entered that door, would the place where that person appeared or here? Thinking of this, he looked up and looked forward in his heart.
"It's gone!"
He exclaimed, and turned around in an instant, but saw that there was indeed a door behind him, and this door was exactly the same as the one he had entered before.
"It's so weird, could it be that there's something else in this?" he muttered to himself, having devoured the middle-aged man, the backward heir, and at the same moment he fused his memories.
"However, in my memory, it doesn't seem to be like this. Feng Qingyang shook his head, if he wanted to enter this gate, he had to fuse, that is, to devour the other zombie in the palm realm, which was why the middle-aged man had been staying in the first ancient hall.
He stood where he was, looking around, this ancient hall was no different from the previous one, and suddenly, as if he had discovered something, his eyes lit up, and a light suddenly flashed.
Following his gaze, he saw that the surroundings of the ancient hall were carved with countless paintings, although they were just simple lines, but they were really telling stories.
Feng Qingyang sat down, exerting his strength, and suddenly opened the eye of heaven, and he started from the edge of the right side, looking aggressively at a painting.
But in the picture, there is a dark world, and there is a bright light in the middle, and that bright light seems to cut through the darkness and penetrate the eternal night.
Feng Qingyang trembled, and when he saw this painting, a trace of realization suddenly appeared in his heart, and he also thought of what it was in an instant.
"It's ...... This...... It's groundbreaking!"
He muttered to himself, as if he had lost his soul, exactly the same picture he had every time he entered unconscious, except that there was no one in the painting he was expecting.
"If so, then the second ......"
He muttered to himself, but his gaze turned to the second one, but it was an unexpected discovery, and at this time, it seemed that there was a strong anti-shock force.
He snorted and suddenly withdrew his gaze, only to feel that his eyes were extremely painful, like countless needles piercing into it, and that feeling was deep in his soul.
He rested on the spot for a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, he turned his mana into his eyes, and this time he opened the eye of heaven, but it was much stronger than before.
It was only at this time that he really saw the second painting clearly, and the scene of the picture was the same as what he thought in his heart.
A giant was born out of the darkness, he was the point of light in a painting, and the moment he appeared, he held a large axe in his hand and split the darkness, and stepped on the earth to hold it up.
However, the picture did not end like this, but at the moment when he held up the heavens and the earth, from the endless darkness, countless iron chains suddenly flew in, and at this point, the picture came to an abrupt end!
"Giants, chains, open the sky!"
Feng Qingyang trembled, just by seeing the second painting, he was like being struck by lightning, originally he thought that the iron chain appeared later, but now it seems that this is not the case.
"Could it be that after the darkness, what is there?"
His mind moved, and he immediately looked away, wanting to look at a painting again, but this time, he was disappointed, when he looked away for the first time, the painting became more and more blurry, and he had to endure more intense pain if he wanted to see it clearly.
The rules seem to be like this, you can only read it once, and if you want to see it a second time, you will still be subjected to a stronger backlash.
Feng Qingyang closed his eyes, raised one hand, and gently pressed his two fingers on his eyes, at the same moment, the light flickered, and he actually used his own essence and blood to wash his pupils.
"Sky Eye, open!"
He let out a loud shout, and a strong burst of light suddenly enveloped a painting, this time, he wanted to see it all clearly.
The powerful power of the Heavenly Eye exploded, and this ancient law decision from the 'Wangzi Jue' really benefited him a lot, and he would get a strong help every time, just like now.
He looked directly at the first pair, although he saw it clearly, but correspondingly, the tingling sensation in his eyes was also extremely strong, if it weren't for his incomparably strong will, I am afraid that his consciousness would have collapsed here a long time ago.
When the world was born without describing too much, Feng Qingyang did not look at the center of the picture, but looked to the other side.
There, at the end of the darkness, there was something in the shape of a grid, with blurred lines, and he couldn't see it unless he had opened the Eye of Heaven and washed it with his own blood.
The color of darkness is in the grid, and if you look closely, it is actually a collection of countless black dots, and the points of light are also on a grid.
"Heaven and earth chess game, is it possible, all of this is a play?"
Feng Qingyang lost his mind, looked in all directions again, but there was an angry shout in his ears, and I don't know where it came from, the voice seemed to be extremely angry, and instantly defeated Feng Qingyang, and the originally opened eye of heaven was also closed at this moment, losing its light.
"That's ...... That's ......"
Feng Qingyang's heart fluctuated, and he couldn't calm down for a long time, although he didn't see the edge of darkness in the end, but he had a guess in his heart, if this is really the case, then what is the spirit world?
"Is that grid the rule?And the so-called Heavenly Dao is the most powerful rule?" He was extremely lost, and even lost his soul.
"No...... It can't be, I don't believe it, it's definitely not true. When he said this, he looked a little crazy, and immediately moved his gaze to the third painting!