Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 130: Huang Ling Zhenqi (Part 2)
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With anticipation and speculation, Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing finally stepped onto the sixth floor this time. When they were just standing at the top of the wooden stairs before entering, a cold feeling came, making Zhao Jiuge's whole person's feeling is a little bad.
As for Bai Qingqing, when she raised her head, she was a little taken aback, because this stone tower, even if the sunlight leaked in from outside, did not feel any bright meaning.
Because the walls around the sixth floor are painted with many evil ghosts and cold things, even at the level of Zhao Jiuge’s cultivation level, you can feel that there seems to be a layer of coldness on the wall, which is constantly emanating outward. Coming out, this made Bai Qingqing and Zhao Jiuge reluctant to step forward and get closer to those walls.
The paintings on the walls have fierce ghost kings and some weak ghosts, but they are cold things after all, so Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing didn’t completely read the things on the wall, and hurried to the stone tower. The top of the tower is the seventh floor of the stone tower.
When they went up the wooden stairs, the two of them could clearly feel the depressive and cold breath, which had disappeared a lot. Zhao Jiuge now admired more and more, who was the owner of the stone tower back then.
There are many simple and ruined buildings in this area of the Shura battlefield, which means that this place is also glorious. It shows that there should have been a lot of sects here. In the end, because of some disputes and chaotic fighting, it Trigger this degree now.
When Zhao Jiuge raised his head to look at the scene on the top floor, he was once again deeply shocked. There is no doubt that the last fresco is like a wonderful workmanship. The fresco looks like a unique atmosphere, and the painting is also It is definitely much more refined than the previous six floors.
Even if the exquisite mural is carved with colorful colors, there is no sense of disobedience. Just a glance, Zhao Jiuge's face has a look of wonder, looking at the mural without blinking, because this mural is basically It can be regarded as a summary of the previous six paintings, painting the images of all beings in this world.
On the top of the mural, there is a fairy sitting in the clouds with a dusty temperament, holding a fishing rod in his hand and fishing for the luck of the world below. There are many people in the city, and people come and go without knowing it.
There are also fairies wearing gorgeous robes, handsome or gorgeous, in the magnificent palace Yuyu pavilions, drunk and dreaming, listening to the fairy music, watching the dancers dance gracefully.
And in some hidden caves or sect forces, many monks are practicing hard, and some are indulging in them without knowing the passage of time, like a dream of a hundred years of time and hurried away.
Some are frowning slightly, seeming to have encountered some bottleneck, and some are quite contented. Everyone has different attitudes and different levels.
In the world, there are also paintings of birth, old age, sickness and death. There are elderly people who are lying in bed and dying. They are obviously exhausted, and all their children and grandchildren are waiting by the bed, with a sad look. .
There are young talents, high-spirited, high-spirited, riding a tall white horse, marrying their beloved woman, that kind of happiness comes from the heart, no matter every move, or the expression in the eyes can be vividly brought out.
In the other houses, many Wen Po's figures hurriedly, carrying the steaming water basin, constantly coming in and out, when the howling baby sounded, they just wiped carelessly A smile appeared on his wrinkled forehead, with a lot of sweat.
There is also the sound of funeral on the streets and roads paved with bluestone. Rows of people, with the paper money in their hands, are walking towards the suburbs outside the city with sad expressions.
Compared with the heavenly pleasures of the immortal world, the prosperity of the world, the inability of the monks to extricate themselves, and the penance of life, some places are quite different from these.
In some deep mountains, some spirits are struggling, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and practicing over time. Compared with human monks, their innate advantages are not obvious. On the contrary, they are the lowest-end creatures, even if they are practicing. The time needed is also much, not even as good as those of the spirit beasts.
Some bodies are just a plant. After the baptism of wind and rain, by chance, by chance, they accidentally obtained the opportunity to absorb spiritual power. They practiced silently and strengthened themselves. It has been through hundreds of years to be able to unlock spiritual wisdom, and experience It takes hundreds of years to transform a human form, provided that he has not encountered any danger in so many years.
After all, the cultivation of flowers and vegetation is more difficult, because there is no physical body, as a bearer, the speed of natural absorption of spiritual power is far less than others, so the price of those flowers and plants who want to practice is also relatively high. Big.
While those flower and grass spirits are struggling to practice, some big monsters are like mountain kings, occupying their own turf, patrolling their own territory, carefree, after all, they have cultivated to a certain level. Standing at the top of this world.
At the bottom of the mural, there is a piece of purgatory, with a sea of swords and fire, and a magnificent scene of the night of a hundred ghosts. These ghosts who have lost their bodies are naturally extremely painful. Without a certain level of cultivation, they can only stay in some shadows. In the cold place, the scene has to endure the kind of pain of its own.
The entire mural is inscribed in the sky full of gods, Buddhas, demons, and ghosts, depicting the sight of all beings in the clouds. This vision alone is not comparable to ordinary people. At least Zhao Jiuge can be sure that the master of this stone tower is definitely not before. Ordinary people, maybe they are immortals who have passed the catastrophe, land immortals.
Although these murals are of no value, Zhao Jiuge only feels that his mind has become different when viewed. Especially when he saw the attitude of the Lingyun sentient beings, Zhao Jiuge seemed to have some insights in his mind, but he caught No clue.
Because these murals can attract divine consciousness, Zhao Jiuge was completely involved and didn't mind it.
Unconsciously, even Zhao Jiuge himself did not notice that there was a quiet change somewhere on the mural. At the top of the mural, among the magnificent palace Yuyu pavilions, the fairy girl who was originally vague and showing off her dancing posture, unexpectedly It seems to be shaking slightly.
Zhao Jiuge, who was already on the scene, suddenly became a little fuzzy in his consciousness, and there was a burst of white mist around him, as if he was in the clouds.
Then the sound of Xianle around was clear and audible, and the crisp vocal music made Zhao Jiuge's mind a little relaxed, and subconsciously wanted to look back for Bai Qingqing's figure, but when she turned around, there was still Bai Qingqing's figure.
This made Zhao Jiuge a trance, and his expression was a little puzzled. Could it be that he missed Bai Qingqing so much that Bai Qingqing always appeared in his mind. For a while, Zhao Jiuge himself was a little unsure, but at this time there was a burst of fragrance. The wind was blowing, so Zhao Jiuge didn't think about it anymore, followed Xianle's relaxed body, looking for the source of that fragrant wind.
Suddenly dozens of slender figures appeared in front of Zhao Jiuge. These figures were graceful and beautiful. They were dressed in red gauze and silk dresses, with bare limbs and tender skin, bare feet, between their foreheads. I ordered a little cinnabar.
When I came to Zhao Jiuge, I circled Zhao Jiuge and drove the dress to dance. From time to time, he teased Zhao Jiuge, or put the tulle of the dress on Zhao Jiuge’s face, or stretched out his jade hand, gently Touch Zhao Jiuge.
Zhao Jiuge immediately showed a look of enjoyment, and at the same time, he felt a feeling of emotion. No wonder that no matter the traffickers or the generals on the battlefield, they all want to be the emperor of the world, and the drunken beauty is probably who wants to achieve it.
Even Zhao Jiuge himself was a little envious, and then Zhao Jiuge felt a little boring, his expression slowly restored to the color of clarity, and then with a playful color. He muttered to himself, "Here are these little tricks again. Fortunately, I don't eat this one. Besides, you maid Fei Xianwu is too substandard, and I don't look up to it. How can I confuse me? "
I just said unknowingly, Zhao Jiuge was a little helpless about it. If it weren’t for those maids who touched him, but didn’t feel cold and soft, I’m afraid Zhao Jiuge would not find the flaws in the first half of the time. Although he spoke with a relaxed tone, he was also A cold sweat was unavoidable. After all, the other party was really harmful, he was in danger and was at the mercy of others.
But now that Zhao Jiuge can be so calm, it's also because he wants to understand that since the other party doesn't dare to show up directly, using these small methods, it means that it will not be a powerful role.
Sure enough, after the voice fell, there was finally movement nearby, and a figure slowly came. This time it was no longer the maid in the illusion, but a somewhat graceful figure, wearing a gorgeous gauze skirt, with a somewhat posture The plump beautiful woman, the blue silk is often coiled up, and the neck only shows white and tender skin.
Undoubtedly, this figure at the moment is much more tempting than the maids and dancers just now, but Zhao Jiuge is still unmoved, not to mention the cultivation of mind and spirit, he has done well for so many years, even if there is something. Thoughts, whether it is Pei Susu or Bai Qingqing's face, I am afraid that most people can't compare it, and it is difficult to make him feel tempted.
Looking at Zhao Jiuge's guarded look and posture, the plump beautiful woman couldn't help but smiled and said softly, "Don't be nervous, this time is not an illusion, but you are in my world. "
After hearing this, Zhao Jiuge was a little puzzled, but still believed what the beautiful woman said, but did not speak, but waited to see her purpose, but the next sentence immediately surprised Zhao Jiuge in disbelief When I got up, my eyes widened in an instant.
"Since my real body is on you and is still connected to you by blood, I naturally have to test your character, otherwise even if I have now acknowledged the Lord, I can forcibly erase this imprint ."
Spoken this time, and replaced it with a playful smile on this beautiful woman's face. At this time, Zhao Jiuge also understood the identity of the beautiful woman in front of him. It turned out to be the spirit of the picture scroll in Linghai. Now Zhao Jiuge is I understood why the picture in my body was so impatient before that, after entering the stone tower, I immediately became excited again.
At this moment, Zhao Jiuge was dumbfounded. The affectionate was just to test himself, and it seemed that he was attracted to come here because of his true body. After all, he did not have his true body, and the spirit of the spirit could not exert much power, and there was no spirit of spirit, magic weapon. It can't exert much power.
Now, Zhao Jiuge completely understands the cause and effect. It’s no wonder that “Zhi Ge” said that there is an aura of spirit in the picture scroll, but in the end he didn’t find anything. Zhao Jiuge thought that because the picture scroll was damaged, he could not fully display it. strength.
Look at the meaning of this beautiful woman. If I didn’t wake up just now and could stand the test, I’m afraid I would forcibly erase the connection between myself and the picture scroll. This makes Zhao Jiuge a little grateful, unlike those who can’t live without seeing women. Man with open eyes.
However, Zhao Jiuge still had doubts in his heart, so he hesitated to ask.