Ze Tian Ji Chapter 189: The eighth portrait in Pavilion of Ascending Mist

The stone steps are flat and wide, with fine patterns engraved on them, not patterns, but just for non-slip.Although the stone steps are long and there are no bars on both sides, such as facing the abyss, walking on it is extremely practical, as if never walking Wrong, or the people who built this stone staircase at the time of Correct gave asylum to the latecomers.

looks at The endless stone steps. At the last moment, Chen Changshen walked silently and quietly. I don't know how long it took, and finally came to the night sky.

The end of the stone steps is flat ground, and in the middle is a pavilion made of wooden beams and stone bricks. This building occupies a very large area and is very tall, but it is very lonely because it is far from the ground and the world.

Looking at night in the distance, there are only Platform of Dew figures in the parallel field of vision. Those legendary Nightly Pearls exude a faint radiance, looks at is like a lamp.

The entire palace and even the entire Capital, except for Platform of Dew, is his highest position.You can see all the streets of Capital. If the weather is good, you can even see Tamarix in the distance, but Chen Changshen I didn't look at the view of Shino, because now night is deep, and I can't see the scenery on the ground, and because he is not in the mood to see the scenery.

After taking his eyes away from Platform of Dew, he landed on that lonely mansion, never moved away again, his expression remained unchanged, but his mood was already slightly undulating.

From Xi Ning to Capital, thousands of miles.

He finally arrived before Pavilion of Ascending Mist.

Pavilion of Ascending Mist has no plaques, no hanging lanterns, no any gorgeous decoration, only beams and bluestone walls with natural solemn Aura, without a trace of light, it is particularly silent.

The door is not locked, it seems that it can be opened by reaching out.

Chen Changshen stood in front of the door, silent for a moment, and adjusted his mood until his breathing became absolutely flat, and then raised his hands to the door and pushed forward slightly.

No squeak sound, silky as if the tree fallen leaves water, the door of Pavilion of Ascending Mist opens slowly, an ray of light line overflows from the door gap, and as the door gap widens, the light overflows more and falls on him His body shone with the slight surprise on his face.

The light overflowing from Pavilion of Ascending Mist is white, and his slightly childish face shines like jade. His double eyebrows are more black because of the contrast, like an extremely straight ink line.

Chen Changshen doesn't understand why the door is so bright and there is so much light. Why can't I see the slightest outside before? Are these windows fake?

Thinking of these things, his motion didn't slow down, the door was pushed open for about a foot, he stepped over the Dao School threshold, walked in, and walked into Pavilion of Ascending Mist.

When he just landed on his left foot, the door closed behind him. He looked back subconsciously.The tightly closed door of looks at was silent for a moment, and he vaguely guessed that, like these bright white lights in the building, he could no longer be seen by people outside the building. When he opened the door and walked into Pavilion of Ascending Mist, he was isolated from the real world.

Thinking only for a moment, he turned around, looked forward, and saw a bright light

There are no lights in Pavilion of Ascending Mist, no butter candle, no Nightly Pearls. If some formation of attached on those doors and windows can completely shield the sun, wind and sound, then it should be dark at this time, then where did the light that previously overflowed the door come from?

He squinted and walked towards the white light, because the light was too harsh, he couldn't see what was inside the building, let alone the legendary portraits of the heroes, he was like Only moths who run to the light can only walk forward according to the most instinctive or simplest perception.

However, he only took a step forward and was forced to stop.

Because he feels a Aura that is extremely terrifying, that Dao Aura comes from all places in the building, from every trace of the light, that Dao Aura kill, Saint, bloody, tyrannical, has countless flavors, but has the same essence, That is powerful, unimaginable.

The powerful Aura fell on his shirt, on his eyebrows, penetrated into his skin, flowed through his veins, straight into the depths of his viscera, and only passed away in an instant.

Chen Changshen couldn't resist this Dao Aura at all. In front of this Dao Aura, he was like the humblest ant. He simply reacted, and even the courage to resist could not be raised.

The Dao Aura circulated in and out of his body for several weeks and did not cause him any harm, but just this contact made his Divine Sense start to become unstable violently. If the time continues longer, he The Sea of Consciousness will collapse and be crushed directly into powder by this Dao Aura.

Fortunately, this Dao Aura didn't stay too long. When the tilted giant mansion was about to touch the ground, it suddenly turned into a breeze, leaving his body gently and softly, and disappeared.

Only a moment, the clothes of Chen Changshen have all been wet with sweat.

He settled down and continued to walk and walk. Fortunately, when the second step fell, nothing strange happened. Unlike before, he seemed to be in a fierce battlefield.

The light was still hot. He squinted his eyes and walked toward the brightest and warmest place, and faintly saw a beam of blooming light in his vision, knowing that this was probably the source.

He reached out to the bunch of angry light, his fingertips touched it, but it was hot, but it was cold and very comfortable, his fingers went up and he finally held it tightly with his hands.

Under the grip, the light suddenly converged, and the incandescent pavilion gradually darkened. He squinted his eyes, barely able to see some pictures, and finally, everything became normal.

He then realized that he had a torch in his hand.

The material of the torch is not gold or jade. It is more like glazed, but opaque. There are countless crystal particles on the milky surface, and those particles seem to contain a lot of energy.

This torch is the former blooming light flower. After he held it, the light gradually converged and became the current appearance, leaving only a white flame at the top.

The flame is not strong, but it is beautiful, just like the fireworks in the day. It is not easy to see clearly, but it can give the dark sky a crisp and smashing feeling.

Chen Changshen looks at torches, I vaguely remember that I had read some records in Scripture of The Way. In Banner of Hundred Armaments a long time ago, Demon race had a Divine Tool called Fireworks of Daylight. Could this torch be the legendary Divine Tool? At the time of the war, the generals of Emperor Taizong got back Capital?

After thinking about it, he felt that the torch in his hand became very heavy, and then he remembered that already is now standing in Pavilion of Ascending Mist, standing in the most glorious history of human beings.

He looked around subconsciously, and he saw that there was nothing in the cabinet, no table, no chairs, and only a futon in the middle, which seemed extraordinarily empty and even a little deserted.

This building doesn't seem to be inhabited by people. In fact, Pavilion of Ascending Mist is not for people, but for Foreign Elder portraits-dozens of portraits on off-white walls.

Chen Changshen went to the wall with a torch and stood in front of the first portrait.

That portrait is a middle-aged aristocrat, with three beards and thick beards, full of smiles between his eyebrows and eyebrows, but a little far away, giving a sense of indifference, Correct British crown hero Duke of Zhao.

looks at, the well-known Emperor Taizong's wife and brother, Chen Changshen was silent for a while, but did not stay for long, and continued to look down.

The second image is Prince of Hejian Chen Gong. The third portrait is Duke of Lai Du Ruyu. The fourth portrait is Duke of Wei of Great Name, and the fifth portrait is Duke of Zheng, which is more famous for his wife ...

Before these portraits, Chen Changshen respected and saluted separately, but did not stop. Until he came to the eighth portrait, the expression on his face finally changed.