Seeing that the child was actually playing hooligan in front of him, the white-haired young man was also helpless, he sighed softly and said, "The outer sect has its own rules, which are handled by the elders who ruled the outer sect. Since they have not discovered what you did, or they don't care, I will not overstep my responsibility. I will remember your seven sins for the time being and will not punish you!"

Fang Xing immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and felt a cold back felt, but he was already shocked and sweating all over.

The white-haired young man continued, "I called you here, originally to observe your understanding, test your physique, and see if you are suitable for inheriting my inheritance. However, now I have another idea. Perhaps, you may be able to see through that picture..."

He said this and pondered for a moment, as if he had made a decision.

"Come with me!"

He stood up, his palm whipped on the chessboard, and the chess-like statue suddenly turned into a stone-cast statue. The chess piece took root and no one could move it at all. It seemed that it was to seal the chessboard, and only when he came again would continue playing chess.

Then, he attracted a green cloud, took Fang Xing to stand up, and quickly flew behind the peak.

After reaching the peak, there was a stone forest, ferocious and strange, chaotic, like a bunch of stone swords, with a halberd pointing to the sky...

There was a cave beside the stone forest. The graceful and ancient young man led Fang Xing into the cave. On a stone rack, he lifted the eighteen levels of ban on it, took out a pair of scrolls below, sighed and handed them to Fang Xing's hand, and said, "You are evil-minded, not suitable for my inheritance, but maybe it will be suitable for this scroll. I will give you three days to try to understand this scroll. If not, in three days, I will wash away your memory, and you will continue to go back to the inner door!"

"reel?"

Fang Xing opened the scroll curiously, and for no reason he felt a gloomy feeling, and subconsciously shrank his head.

There are no characters, no landscapes, only blood in the painting.

A trace of blood, bright red and dazzling, seemed to splash on the scroll.

"This is formed when a person is beheaded and blood splattered onto the picture, so this picture is called the beheading picture!"

The white-haired and green-haired said in a young voice, with a complex light in his eyes. He patted Fang Xing on the shoulder and sighed and left.

"The tenth person..."

The white-haired young man came outside the cave and looked up at the starry sky. In the place where human eyes could not see, in the starry sky that ordinary monks could not reach, nine mysterious coffins were suspended in the air, as if they had fixed the universe of this planet. They had existed for many years and had also triggered many major changes in the world of cultivation. However, over the years, countless capable people and strangers have never understood their secrets.

This child has been the tenth person he has found to view pictures 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 explore and suddenly discovered that there were countless magical scriptures and magic weapons, and even legendary immortal pills. For a while, the Nanzhan Continent was crazy about it. Countless old monsters from aristocratic families who had been hidden for a long time came out and fought desperately, and they did not hesitate to kill and open the rill for this.

Qingyun Sect is just a small sect, and in this battle, he is simply unable to participate in the competition.

But Bai Qianzhang can. At that time, he was not called Bai Qianzhang. His name was changed after seeing a scroll in the inheritance. Because at that time, he had just experienced a major change and had a white hair at a young age, he took such a pseudonym casually. And there, he made a great decision and betrayed the family with a scroll.

That scroll is this "beheading picture"!

Bai Qianzhang knew that this picture had a great relationship and had hidden mystery, but for seven hundred years, he had never understood it thoroughly. In the past three hundred years, he chose to become a talented disciple who had become a sect to comprehend this picture, hoping to discover something. However, over the past three hundred years, he found nine people to comprehend, but finally seven people failed, and his memory was washed away by him and sent back to the inner sect.

The other two, however, were in the process of comprehending this picture and were burned to a pile of ashes.

This time I chose Fang Xing, I also felt that Fang Xing was a bit unique.

After finding so many amazing disciples, they have gained nothing. This kid who acts differently may find it.

At this time, Fang Xing looked at the scroll in a daze and sat down on a stone table.

It was just a bloody scar that splashed onto the picture, which was very simple.

However, if you look closely, you will feel a sense of terror from the picture. The blood marks, many years have passed, are still bright and blood-red, as if they still have vitality. In this vitality, what you can feel is a person's endless anger and endless unwillingness, as if there is a soul in the painting that is about to destroy the sky.

As he focused his eyes on the painting, it seemed that an illusion would appear in front of him. On the God-Slaying Platform, a hero who was at the end of his way roared to the sky and scolded the injustice of the sky. However, a sword light hit, the head flew up, and blood splashed...

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 stained by the unyielding intention on the picture and sees that illusion.

But what does the white-haired person want to understand?

Fang Xing sat in front of the picture in silence, looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't help it and used the Yin-Yang God and Demon Mirror.

The Yin-Yang God and Demon Mirror can almost identify everything he saw that was contaminated with spiritual power.

He wanted to first look through the Yin-Yang God and Demon Mirror, what exactly is in this picture, and then he wanted to understand what he needed to understand.

Concentrating on the picture, the spiritual power was consumed one by one, and then a message slowly appeared in my mind.

"…Immortal Blood…The Heavenly Intent Sword…"

Through the Yin-Yang God and Demon Mirror, some of the things in this picture were identified.

One is the immortal blood, and the other is the heavenly will sword.

Fang Xing was shocked. Is the person who splattered the neck blood on the picture actually an immortal?

If it were an immortal, who could be so capable that he could behead him?

Besides, this Heavenly Intent Sword... does it refer to the sword intent of the Heavenly Level Art?

Fang Xing had just learned the Yin-Yang God and Demon Mirror not long ago that the world's skills, from top to bottom, are seven levels of Taoist skills, heavenly skills, immortal skills, divine skills, mysterious skills, magic skills, and basic skills. Is this sword intent destroyed by the Heavenly Level skills?

The second level of the seventh level of the skills, how strong should this person who draws the sword be?

No wonder the immortal was killed, because even the Immortal Art is ranked below the Heavenly Art!

"If there are only these two things on the painting, then I will only be able to understand one of these two things..."

Fang Xing thought about it this way, but it was much easier because there were traces to follow.

Even Bai Qianzhang only knew that there was a mystery in this picture, but not the specific mystery, let alone other disciples who came to understand it. They could only meditate on this picture, let go of all their minds, and capture the trace of the Taoist scales with half claws through the anger contained in the blood mark in the painting, because they didn't know what they wanted to understand, so they just took the chance.

Fang Xing is different. He knows what he needs to sense, so he can be targeted!

Just like everyone is looking for something on the beach without traces, some people don’t know what they are looking for, they only know that there must be something they are looking for on the beach, but Fang Xing is equivalent to finding something they are looking for from the beginning.

In this way, he naturally took advantage of it.

Hanging the scroll onto the stone wall, Fang Xing took a deep breath, began to calm down, and realized the Taoist mechanism.

"Anger...unwillingness...unyield..."

Looking at the bloody marks in the picture, Fang Xing gradually felt all kinds of strong and complex emotions.

This immortal blood is the last touch of vitality that a person who is unwilling to accept it.

After he died, he lost his vitality, and the blood that flowed out became dead blood, and there would never be any feelings.

Therefore, there are many complex emotions in this blood and the last vitality of an immortal.

Fang Xing thoughts and felt the emotions contained in this bloody mark...

Anger, resentment, unyielding, arrogant, hatred... There are almost all kinds of emotions, but there is no fear!

"What did you realize? What would you think about a person's head is about to be cut off?"

Fang Xing stared at the beheading picture and slowly returned to when he was eight years old. That time, he was almost beheaded.
Chapter completed!