Seeing that the kid was playing a hooligan in front of him, the white-haired young man was also a little helpless, he sighed softly, and said: "The outer sect has its own rules, which are handled by the elders in charge of the outer sect. Since they didn't find out What you did, or if they don't care about it, I won't treat you any more, I will remind you of your seven crimes for now, and I won't punish you!"
After hearing this, Fang Xing breathed a long sigh of relief, only to feel a chill on his back, but he was already in a cold sweat just now.
The white-haired young man continued: "I called you here to observe your understanding, test your physique, and see if you are suitable to inherit my inheritance, but now I have another idea, maybe, you can see through that. Maybe Zhang Tu..."
When he said this, he pondered for a moment, as if he had made a certain decision.
"follow me!"
He stood up, flicked his palm on the chessboard, and the chess piece immediately turned into a stone statue, and the chess piece took root, and no one could move it. It seemed that the chessboard was sealed, and only when he came again would he Continue to play chess.
Then, he attracted a blue cloud, took Fang Xing to stand on it, and quickly flew to the back of the peak.
After arriving at the peak, there is a stone forest, ferocious and strange, messy, like a cluster of stone swords, pointing at the sky.
On the edge of the stone forest, there is a cave, which is secluded and simple. The white-haired youth led Fang Xing into the cave. On a stone shelf, he lifted the eighteen heavy bans on it, and took out a set of scrolls below. With a long sigh, he handed it over to Fang Xing, and said: "You have a strange mind and are not suitable for my inheritance, but you may be suitable for this scroll. I will give you three days to try to see if you can penetrate this scroll. , three days later, I will wash away your memory, and you can go back to the inner door!"
"reel?"
Fang Xing opened the scroll curiously, felt a sense of gloom for no reason, and shrank his head subconsciously.
There are no figures or landscapes in the painting, only blood.
A bloodstain, bright red and dazzling, seemed to have splashed onto the scroll.
"It was formed when a person was beheaded, blood splashed on the neck of the picture, so this picture is called the beheading picture!"
The white-haired youth said in a young voice, there seemed to be some complicated light in his eyes, he patted Fang Xing on the shoulder, and left with a sigh.
"The tenth person..."
The white-haired young man came outside the cave and looked up at the starry sky. In the starry sky beyond the reach of ordinary monks, nine mysterious coffins were suspended in the air, as if they had fixed the universe of this planet. It has existed for many years, and it has also caused many major changes in the practice world, but for so many years, countless capable people and strangers have never penetrated their secrets.
This little child is already the tenth person to view the map that he has found in the past three hundred years.
A thousand years ago, one of the nine mysterious coffins projected a divine light on the Nanzhan Continent. All the monks in the world went to investigate and discovered that there were countless magical books and magical artifacts, and even the legendary elixir For a while, Nanzhan Buzhou was crazy about it, and countless old monsters from aristocratic families who had been hidden for a long time all came out to fight desperately, and they did not hesitate to kill for it.
Qingyun Sect is just a small sect, and in this fight, it is completely unable to participate in the competition.
But Bai Qianzhang can. At that time, his name was not Bai Qianzhang. His name was changed after seeing a scroll in the inheritance. With white hair, he took such an alias casually, and it was there that he made a huge decision to betray the family with a scroll.
That scroll is this "beheading picture"!
Bai Qianzhang knew that this picture was of great importance and hidden secrets, but for seven hundred years, he still couldn't comprehend it. In desperation, he chose to worship the talented disciple of the sect during these three hundred years Ladies and gentlemen, I hope to discover something after comprehending this picture. However, in the past three hundred years, nine people have been found to comprehend it, but seven of them failed in the end. His memory was washed away by him and sent back to the inner sect.
The other two, in the process of comprehending this picture, lost their temper and were burned to a pile of ashes.
This time I chose Fang Xing, and I also felt that Fang Xing was a little different.
I have searched for so many talented disciples but found nothing. This boy who acts differently may find out.
In the cave at this time, Fang Xing looked at the scroll in a daze, and sat down on a stone table.
It was just a smear of blood, splashed onto the picture, very simple.
But if you look carefully, you will faintly feel a sense of shock from the picture. The bloodstains, I don’t know how many years have passed, but they are still bright and bloody red, as if they still have vitality, and in this vitality, you can feel it. What I saw was a person's endless anger and endless unwillingness, as if in the painting, there was a wronged soul who wanted to destroy the sky.
When I stare at this painting with both eyes, it seems that there will be an illusion in front of my eyes. On the stage of beheading gods, a hero who is at the end of his life screams up to the sky, angrily scolding the injustice of the sky, but a flash of sword light strikes, the head flies up, and the blood splashes …
No wonder, the white-haired youth called it a "beheading picture", which is indeed a beheading picture!
Because everyone who sees this picture will be infected by the unyielding meaning on the picture and see the illusion of that scene.
But, what does the white-haired person want to enlighten himself
Fang Xing sat silently in front of the picture, looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, and used the Yin-Yang God Demon Sword.
The Yin-Yang God's Magic Mirror can identify almost everything he sees that is contaminated with spiritual power.
He wanted to take a look through the Yin-Yang Gods and Demons' Guide to see what was in this picture, and then think about what he needed to realize.
Concentrating on the picture, the spiritual power was consumed bit by bit, and then a message slowly appeared in his mind.
"... Immortal Blood... Heavenly Will Sword..."
Through the yin and yang gods and demons, they actually identified the things in this picture.
One is Immortal Blood, and the other is Heaven's Will Sword.
Fang Xing was astonished, the person whose neck blood was splashed on the picture turned out to be an immortal
If it was an immortal, who would be so capable as to behead him
By the way, this Heavenly Will sword... Could it be the sword will of the Heavenly Rank Art
Not long ago, Fang Xing just learned through the Yin-Yang God and Devil Art that the world's kung fu formulas, from top to bottom, are the seven levels of Dao Jue, Tian Jue, Immortal Jue, Shen Jue, Xuan Jue, Fa Jue, and Basic Skills. Could it be that the sword intent was destroyed by the Heaven Rank Kungfu
The second of the seven kung fu formulas, how strong should this sword-wielding person be
It's no wonder that the immortal will be beheaded, because even the immortal formula is ranked below the heavenly formula!
"If there are only these two things in the painting, then I can only feel one of these two things..."
It is much easier for Fang Xing to think in this way, because there are traces to follow.
Even Bai Qianzhang only knows that there is a mystery in this picture, but he doesn't know what the specific mystery is, let alone the other disciples who came to realize it. They can only meditate on this picture and let go of all their thoughts. Mind, through the anger contained in the bloodstains in the painting, to capture the scales and half-claws of Dao marks, because they don't know what they want to comprehend, so they just try their luck.
Fang Xing is different, he knows what he needs to sense, so he can target it!
It's like everyone is looking for something on the beach without a trace. Some people don't know what they are looking for, but they only know that there must be something they want to find on the beach, but Fang Xing is like looking for something by himself from the beginning.
In this way, he naturally took advantage of it.
Hanging the scroll on the stone wall, Fang Xing took a deep breath, and began to calm down, feeling the truth.
"Anger... Resentment... Unyielding..."
Focusing on the bloodstain in the picture, Fang Xing gradually felt all kinds of strong and complicated emotions.
This immortal blood is the last touch of vitality spattered by an unwilling person.
After he died, he lost his vitality, and the blood he bleed would become dead blood, and he would never have any feelings.
Therefore, there are many complicated emotions in this blood, and it also contains the last vitality of an immortal.
Fang Xing's thoughts drifted away, feeling the various emotions contained in this bloodstain...
Anger, resentment, unyielding, arrogance, hatred... There are almost all kinds of emotions, but there is no fear!
"What is the feeling? A person will be beheaded soon, what will he think in his heart?"
Fang Xing stared at the beheading picture, and slowly returned to when he was eight years old. That time, he was almost beheaded.