The figure dissipated, and the mist turned into a ladder, spreading upward from the front of Wang Lin, without knowing the end.
Wang Lin took a deep breath and showed decisiveness in his eyes. He stepped up the stairs, walked up, step by step, and as he continued to move forward, the steps behind him slowly disappeared.
At this moment, on the Fragment Continent outside the collection pavilion, the three elders were talking. Suddenly, they saw a flash of light on the collection pavilion, which became more and more dazzling, almost dazzling.
The old man of the Chen family, his gaze fell on that ray of light, and said flatly: "This Taoist friend Xu's fairy relationship is about to begin, but I don't know what kind of fairy art he can get on the fourth floor!"
The monk surnamed Lu, who had lost his body, nodded when he heard the words, and said: "The cultivation base is also somewhat related to the immortal destiny. Although it is not big, it can be useful at a certain time. This person is afraid that he is in the fourth layer. You can get better fairy skills."
The last monk surnamed Song did not speak, but stared at the light on the collection pavilion, his eyes burst out, and he said solemnly, "Something's wrong!"
Chen and Lu were startled, their eyes turned to the collection pavilion, and their colors changed immediately.
I saw in the collection pavilion, after the first ray, four more rays appeared, parallel to it, straight into the sky, circles of ripples spread out in the sky, looking up from the ground Go, this scene is extremely spectacular.
"Five rays of light, this person has actually entered the fifth floor!"
The monk surnamed Lu, who had lost his body, looked straight at the five rays of light, with an incredible color in his eyes.
"It seems that we all underestimated this fellow Xu Daoist. This person's cultivation level is definitely the pinnacle of the realm of Yang, and I am afraid that half of our foot will enter into the nirvana, and barely reach the standard for entering the fifth floor!"
The monk surnamed Song, his eyes flashed insignificantly.
The monk surnamed Chen frowned, and slowly said, "If his cultivation level has reached Peep Nirvana, it is impossible to enter the Thunder Realm, unless it is..."
Before he could finish speaking, light suddenly appeared on the collection pavilion. This time, there were two lines, directly rushing into the sky, parallel to the other five lines.
The seven long rainbows pierced through the sky, extremely magnificent, but they were stunned in the eyes of the three of them.
"Impossible, seven rays of light, this is the seventh layer, impossible..."
The old man surnamed Song stared at the sky blankly, muttering to himself, with amazement in his eyes.
The monk surnamed Lu, who had lost his body, was also stiff, staring at the seven rays of light in a daze, and there was a blank in his mind.
As for the monk surnamed Chen, this is even more so. The shock in his eyes is extremely strong, and he muttered: "Entering the seventh floor. What kind of cultivation level is needed... That Xu Mu's cultivation level can never be like this, could it be... Could it be this? People really have the kind of peerless fairyland that can enter the seventh floor without even testing..."
Just as the three of them were dumbfounded, in the collection pavilion, two more changhongs flew out, and nine changhongs went deep into the sky. In the eyes of the three of them, this scene was like a series of thunder, which exploded.
The three of them couldn't say a word, they just stared at the sky blankly.
If they talk about the Five Changhongs, they can understand that Xu Mu's cultivation base may be slightly hidden. Although it is a little surprised to enter the fifth floor, it can still be reluctantly accepted. But after seven Changhong appeared, they were shocked at the same time, but they couldn't believe that Xu Mu's hidden cultivation base.
Especially the final Nine Dao Changhong, which shocked their hearts. All of this can only be explained by the great fairy fate. Other than that, there is no second choice.
The impact of the Nine Changhongs on the three of them is really too great. You must know that even the ancestors of their respective families, when the Thunder Realm was first opened, when the Fragment Continent was sealed, the most was to enter Only the eighth floor.
On the ninth floor, no one can enter.
While Wang Lin was walking, the stairs under his feet came to the end, one step below. His eyes immediately brightened up, and the place was an attic.
This attic is not big, there are more than a dozen wooden lattices on the left and right walls, and inside each one, there is a fairy jade that emits a soft light.
On the wall directly in front, there is still a picture hanging. In the picture there is a tree with yellow leaves on half of the tree. Under the tree sits a boy, as if sitting cross-legged.
In the blank space in the upper left corner of this painting, there is a sentence written in pen and ink.
"The wind and rain call for the rain and throw beans to become soldiers, the ground is cracked and the mountains collapsed, and the moon is sunny."
Looking at the painting, Wang Lin was silent for a moment, and he couldn't see the clues inside. He found the sentence on the painting very interesting.
"Calling the wind and calling the rain, these should be talking about two magical powers. Throwing beans into soldiers is also a magical power. As for the second half of the sentence, the ground cracks and landslides are the same as the previous call for wind and rain. It's just that this cloudy moon is sunny, so what does it mean..."
Unable to see its meaning, Wang Lin retracted his gaze and looked in this room. This room is extremely simple. There is not even a table. Only on the ground, there is a stone futon, which is deeply sunken. Obviously It is caused by people meditating on it for many years.
Wang Lin took a few steps forward and took a close look at the futon. This thing is extremely common, nothing surprising, but when Wang Lin touched it, he was surprised to find that his hand had penetrated the futon.
Wang Lin frowned slightly and looked at the grids on the left and right sides. After a while, his expression was a little gloomy.
The joy before, suddenly disappeared.
Although there are fairy jade in the grids on the left and right sides, the fairy jade is like a futon, all of which are illusory objects, and they simply don't exist.
Under observation, Wang Lin smiled bitterly. He found that everything and all the objects here can only be seen but cannot be touched. As if in an illusion.
"I knew that, so I might as well go to the fourth floor. I think it's definitely not as good as this place!"
Wang Lin frowned, looked around in this room, and finally his eyes fell on the painting directly in front.
After pondering for a moment, Wang Lin's eyes flashed and he sat cross-legged on the ground, staring straight at the painting, and fell silent.
"The ninth floor where Xianjun can come is by no means that simple. Perhaps this illusory scene seems to me so, but in Xianjun's eyes, it can be obtained by just raising your hand, so here, put it With such a painting, it’s a bit strange."
Wang Lin looked at the painting carefully.
As time passed, Wang Lin's mentality slowly calmed down. He was unwilling to gain nothing on this ninth floor. Under analysis, this painting here is likely to be the key.
He simply relaxed and looked at the painting with all his attention, hoping to find clues in it.
Gradually, Wang Lin's expression became calm, he almost kept his eyes closed, and his whole mind was absorbed into this painting, and he felt silently. As time passed, Wang Lin slowly closed his eyes.
Although he closed his eyes, the painting still resurfaced in his mind. It seemed to him that he had entered the painting as a whole. For a long time, he opened his eyes and muttered to himself: "No... always There is a barrier that prevents me from truly integrating into the painting."
After pondering for a moment, his eyes condensed suddenly, and his gaze fell on the boy under the tree.
He clearly remembered this boy before, just meditating and vomiting, and there were no marks on his hands, but at this moment, the hands of the boy in the painting were pinching marks.
This discovery refreshed Wang Lin's spirit and began to observe carefully.
Time passed again, and seven days passed in a blink of an eye. Under focused observation, Wang Lin found that the boy's handprints changed every two or three hours, but the change was extremely slight. If you don't pay attention to it completely Fingers are hard to find at all.
In seven days, Wang Lin remembered all the handprints of the boy in his heart. On the eighth day, he crossed his knees on the ground, pinched his hands with both hands, and immediately printed all the handprints. Following the handprints, the entire attic suddenly shook. , Wang Lin stopped immediately, looked around carefully, pondered for a moment, and then continued to print his handprints.
Similarly, when the handprint appeared again, the whole attic shook again, as if shrinking.
This discovery surprised Wang Lin, his handprints accelerated, but the attic stopped after a few shakes. Unexpectedly, Wang Lin looked at the painting, his hands were printed faster and faster, and he gradually felt like his body was dissipating, and his whole mind was drifting into the painting.
When the last handprint was printed, Wang Lin only felt a bang in his head, his body skewed and fell to the ground, his soul was shaken, and a flower was in front of him, and he became dizzy.
When his eyes were clear, Wang Lin was shocked immediately, staring around blankly.
There was nothingness all around, and behind him was a big tree. Half of the tree was withered. At this moment, a breeze was blowing, and the leaves were swaying and making a rustling sound.
Looking down, Wang Lin found that he was actually wearing a Taoist robe. He entered the painting and became the boy in the painting!
This scene was too strange. Wang Lin stood up and looked to the sky. There were a few black ink marks in the sky on the upper right side. Those ink marks were the lines he saw outside the painting. .
"The wind and rain call for the rain and throw beans to become soldiers, the ground is cracked and the mountains collapsed, and the moon is sunny."
Under Wang Lin's gaze, this line of words immediately changed, forming a drop of ink marks, which fell from the sky like rain and fell on the surroundings. In an instant, the surrounding emptiness dissipated, and replaced by a piece of noisy sound.
I saw a figure in the void, all of whom couldn't see their faces, but after they appeared one by one, they immediately sat down cross-legged. In the end, almost all of them were densely packed around Wang Lin.
There were soft conversations, but strangely, Wang Lin could hear it, but he couldn't hear clearly.
After a while, all the noise suddenly disappeared, and a person walked out of the void. The whole body of this person was also blurred, but his appearance immediately filled the surrounding with a pressure.
The person was floating in the air, sitting cross-legged, as if smiling, and a voice came out clearly.
"Today, Xiaoyaozi started painting for the first time for the collection of fairy pavilions. Xianjun ran the pen and called me to watch. He simply invited all the fairy friends to gather and listen to my preaching while painting. That's my way!"
The man said, raising his right hand, and immediately there was a cracking wind roaring, the wind turned black, filled the sky, and immediately turned into nine black dragons when it swept. The roar of the dragon and the huge momentum immediately changed the color of the world. , Especially when the black wind was in full swing, the nine black dragons opened their mouths together, spitting out a yin wind, that kind of powerful and incredible power almost made people feel like fate like candlelight, being blown by this wind immediately burned and killed people. !
It seemed that all spirits in the world could collapse and die when blown by this wind, and the strange power contained in it had exceeded Wang Lin's imagination.
"This is Hufeng! Dadao Zhijian, Hufeng, that's it, you can breathe the fire of all souls!"
Wang Lin was even more shocked. An unimaginable pain continued to come, as if to be torn apart, his soul immediately collapsed and broke apart.
At this moment, a soft force turned out of nothingness, and under one roll, Wang Lin's broken soul was rolled up, and a clear voice laughed: "The technique of the immortal emperor is extraordinary, this technique is extraordinary. Hu Feng, this monarch used this as the title and wrote it on the painting of Xiaoyaozi. This painting is included on the ninth floor of the fairy pavilion. Look at its fairy fate!"
At the same time as this voice appeared, Wang Lin's broken soul was rolled up, as if it had become ink, and was swept with a pen to write two characters.
"Hufeng!"
At the same time, a strong force came from these two characters, Wang Lin's soul was reunited, and was bounced out, a flower in front of his eyes, flew out of the painting, and returned to the flesh body lying on the ground in the attic room. .
Wang Lin shook his body, opened his eyes, his eyes were horrified, and there was still the lingering sound of the painting in his ears.
"Is this fairy fate..."
Wang Lin took a deep breath and stared at the painting on the wall. Everything just now felt extremely real to him.
"Xiandi... Xianjun... and the painting Xiaoyaozi..."
Wang Lin stared at the painting, but at this moment he finally saw it. The painting style of this painting is obviously in the hands of the same person as the painting he saw in the storage space!
After being silent for a long time, Wang Lin stood up, didn't even look at the fairy jade in the surrounding grid, and turned and left. Compared with the fairy skills he had in his mind at the moment, everything on the Ninth Floor was immediately dim.
When he walked out of the ninth floor, a staircase appeared at Wang Lin's feet. He walked slowly down, still trance in his eyes, as if he had not fully recovered from the scenes in the painting.
"Xianshu, Hufeng!"
As Wang Lin muttered to himself, he walked down the stairs to the lowest level, and after a step, his whole body disappeared without a shadow.
On the Fragment Continent where the collection pavilion is located, after the passage of time, Chen, Lu, and Song have recovered from the shock, but they still can't believe it in their hearts.
In the hearts of the three of them, without exception, there was a jealous thought, which gradually became thicker, and in the end, it almost replaced reason.
After all, they couldn't guess what the ninth layer of immortality was, but the more it was, the stronger the desire to get it.
At this moment, the light door of the collection pavilion flickered, and Wang Lin's figure walked out of it. With a daze, he passed by the three of them and walked into the distance step by step.
The three of them immediately noticed that Wang Lin's state was a little wrong at the moment, and they looked at each other, and they all saw fierceness and decisiveness in each other's eyes.
"I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Xu, compared to recommending you to join the family, Chen still wants the immortality from the ninth floor, especially your state at the moment. If you are sober, then Chen may still Hesitate, but now you are in a trance state, but it is a chance God destined for Chen!"
Murderous intent appeared in the eyes of the old man surnamed Chen.
The three of them didn't hesitate anymore, they rushed out, each took out the most powerful magic weapon, pinched out the most powerful magic power, and went straight to Wang Lin!