Chapter 1317

With expectation and conjecture, Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing finally set foot on the sixth floor. Before they stepped in, they just stood at the wooden stairway. A cold feeling came from them, which made Zhao Jiuge feel a little bad.

As for Bai Qingqing, when she raised her head, some of them were startled, because even if there was sunshine outside, she could not feel any bright meaning.

Because the walls around the sixth floor are painted with many evil spirits and cold things. Even at the cultivation level of Zhao Jiuge, they can feel that there seems to be a layer of cold meaning on the wall, which constantly radiates out towards the outside, which makes Bai Qingqing and Zhao Jiuge unwilling to go forward and get closer to those walls.

After all, there are some things on the top of the stone pagoda, but there are some weak things on the wall.

When they went up the wooden stairs, they could clearly feel that the oppressive and cold atmosphere had dissipated a lot. Zhao Jiuge now admired him more and more. Who was the owner of the stone tower at that time.

In some places of the Shura battlefield, there are many ancient and dilapidated buildings, which represents that there were also brilliant times here. It shows that there should have been many sects here. Finally, some disputes and chaotic fighting caused the current situation.

When Zhao Jiuge looked up at the scene on the top floor, he was once again deeply shocked. No doubt, the last mural, as wonderful as nature, has a unique flavor to diffuse out, and the painting is absolutely more exquisite than the previous six floors.

Even if the mural is carved with colorful colors, it doesn't have any sense of disobedience. Just at a glance, Zhao Jiuge's face is full of wonder, and he doesn't blink when he looks at the mural, because this mural can basically be regarded as the summary of the previous six paintings, painting the images of Lingyun beings in the world.

At the top of the mural, there are immortals sitting in the clouds, with fishing rods in their hands, fishing for the human life below. However, there are many human cities, and people come and go, but they do not know about them.

There are also beautiful or gorgeous immortals in magnificent palaces and jade pavilions. They are drunk, listening to celestial music and watching the graceful dancing of dancers.

In some hidden caves or sects, many monks are practicing hard. Some of them are addicted to it. They don't know how time goes by. It's like a dream to leave in a hundred years.

Some of them frown slightly, as if they have encountered some bottleneck, and others are complacent, with different attitudes and different realms.

In the human world, there are also paintings of birth, aging and death. There are elderly people who are lying in their beds, dying, and obviously have run out of oil and light. At the bedside, they are all waiting in front of them, looking sad.

There are young talents, high spirited, high spirited, riding a tall white horse, marry his beloved woman, that kind of happiness comes from the heart, no matter every move, or a look can show incisively and vividly.

There are also houses, a lot of steady woman's figure in a hurry, carrying steaming water basin, constantly in and out, when the crying baby's voice sounded, just did not care to wipe their wrinkled forehead, that a lot of sweat, showing a smile.

There are also in the streets paved with bluestones, the sound of funeral music constantly resounding, rows of people, the hands of those paper money, look with sadness, toward the outskirts of the city.

Compared with the happiness of family in the fairyland, the bustle of the world, the monks' inability to extricate themselves, and the hard life, some places are quite different from these.

In some deep mountains, some spirits struggle to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and practice over time. Compared with human monks, their innate advantages are not obvious. On the contrary, they are the lowest level creatures. Even if it takes time to practice, they need more time, not even like those big spirits.

Some ontologies are just a plant. After being baptized by wind and rain, by chance, they get the chance to absorb spiritual power by chance. They grow up silently by practicing and cultivating for hundreds of years. They have to go through hundreds of years before they can turn on their wisdom. They have to go through hundreds of years to transform themselves into human beings. The premise is that they have not met any danger in these years.

After all, it is difficult to cultivate the plants and plants because there is no flesh body. As a carrier, the speed of natural absorption of spiritual power is far lower than that of others. Therefore, the price paid by those who want to practice is also relatively high.

At the same time, some big demons are like the overlord in the mountain, occupying their own territory, patrolling their own territory, carefree. After all, when they have reached a certain level of cultivation, they stand at the top of the world.

At the bottom of the mural, there is a purgatory, a sea of mountains and rivers, and a magnificent scene of ghosts walking at night. These ghosts who lost their bodies are naturally extremely painful. Without certain accomplishments, they can only stay in some cold places, and the scene has to endure their own kind of pain.The whole mural is recorded in the sky of gods, Buddhists, ghosts and ghosts, and depicts the scene of Lingyun and all living beings. This is not a common person's comparison. At least Zhao Jiuge can be sure that the master of this stone tower is not ordinary before, and it may be the immortal and land God who have already been robbed.

Although these murals are of no value, but when he looks at them, Zhao Jiuge only feels his mind is different, especially when he sees the posture of the living beings in the cloud. Zhao Jiuge seems to have some feelings in his mind, but he can not grasp the head.

Because these murals can attract the divine knowledge, so when watching Zhao Jiuge, he completely put in and did not put it in his heart.

But unconsciously, even Zhao Jiuge himself did not find that there was some quietly change in the mural. The top of the mural, the magnificent palace, jade buildings, originally ethereal, the fairy, who was selling dancing posture, seemed to be shaking slightly.

There are some Zhao Jiuge who are in the scene. Suddenly, his consciousness becomes fuzzy. There is a white fog around him, as if he was in the cloud.

Then the sound of xianle around is clear and audible. The crisp vocal music makes Zhao Jiuge's mind and spirit relax a little. Subconsciously, he wants to look for the figure of Bai Qingqing. But looking back, there is white Qingqing.

This makes Zhao Jiuge trance, and his looks are confused. It is not only because he Miss Bai Qingqing too much that he always thinks of Bai Qingqing in his mind. At one time, Zhao Jiuge is not sure of it. Only at this time, a gust of fragrance comes to him. Therefore, Zhao Jiuge no longer thinks about this matter. He will follow the body of xianle to relax and find the fragrance The source of the wind.

Suddenly dozens of slim figures appeared in front of Zhao Jiuge. They were graceful and beautiful, wearing red yarn and silk dress, and their limbs exposed to white and tender skin, bared feet and a little bit of cinnabar between forehead.

Before coming to zhaojiuge, he danced around zhaojiuge, and then he danced his dress. From time to time, he teased Zhao Jiuge, or lifted the veil of his dress on Zhao Jiuge's face, or reached out his jade hand and touched zhaojiuge gently.

Zhao Jiuge immediately showed the expression of enjoyment, and at the same time, he felt a sigh. No wonder no matter those people traffickers and soldiers, or the general of the sand field, all wanted to be the king of the world, and the knee of the drunk sleeping beauty was probably what anyone wanted to achieve.

Even Zhao Jiuge himself is some envy, and then Zhao Jiuge feels a little boring, and slowly restores the color of Qingming, and then with the color of playing. "I said to myself," come again these little tricks, fortunately I don't eat such a set, and you maid flying Fairy Dance, is too nonstandard, and I can not see the beauty, how to confuse me? "

Just now, I didn't know how to do it. If the waitresses didn't touch themselves, they didn't feel cold and soft. I'm afraid Zhao Jiuge would not find a break in a while. Although the tone of the opening was relaxed, he also had a cold sweat. He was in danger and let people put it at the mercy.

But now Zhao Jiuge can be so calm, because he wants to understand, since the other side dare not directly appear, with these small hands, it is not a strong role.

Indeed, after the voice fell, there was a movement and quiet nearby. A figure came slowly. This time, it was no longer the maidens in the illusion, but a figure of grace and splendor. She was wearing gorgeous dress and a rich body. The silk was often coiled up and the neck only showed white and tender skin.

Undoubtedly, this figure is much more attractive than those maidens. But Zhao Jiuge is still motionless, not to say the cultivation of mind and spirit. He has done well for so many years. Even if there is any idea, whether it is peisu Su, Bai Qingqing's face, I'm afraid that ordinary people can't compare it, it is difficult to make him move.

Looking at Zhao Jiuge's guard look and posture, the rich and beautiful woman, she smiled and said softly, "don't be nervous, this is not a fantasy, but you are in my space of heaven and earth."

Wen Yan, Zhao Jiuge was a little confused, but still believed what the beautiful woman said, but did not open up, but looked at her change to see her purpose, but the next word, immediately let Zhao Jiuge some surprised incredible, a moment of staring at the eyes.

"Since my real body is in you and is still connected with your blood, I must test your heart, otherwise even if I have recognized the Lord now, I can obliterate this mark forcibly."

This time, the beauty woman has a playful smile on her face. At this time, Zhao Jiuge also understood the status of the beautiful woman. It was the instrument spirit of the painting volume of Linghai in the body. This Zhao Jiuge is to understand why the painting volume in the body before, so impatient can not wait. After entering the stone tower, she becomes excited immediately.

Zhao Jiuge was stupid in a moment. The emotional family just tried himself, and it seemed that it was also for his real body to attract himself. After all, he didn't do the real body, and the spirit of the instrument could not exert much power, and without the weapon spirit, the magic weapon could not play much power.

This Zhao Jiuge is a thorough understanding of the causes and consequences, no wonder before "Zhige" said that there is a spirit in the painting, but at last, there is no discovery, Zhao Jiuge thought because of the damage of the picture, can not fully play the strength.Looking at the meaning of this beautiful woman, if I didn't wake up and stand the test, I'm afraid I would forcibly erase the relationship between myself and the picture, which makes Zhao Jiuge a little lucky, unlike those who can not leave their eyes when they meet women.

But Zhao Jiuge still had a doubt in his heart, so he asked them.

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