The ninth hall, artistic conception pavilion, second floor.
Xuanyuan, dressed in white as snow, holding a black scabbard, walked in slowly and looked at the picture of bow and sculpture on the wall.
He frowned slightly and stared at the picture.
I don't know how long he stared at it, but his eyes flashed slightly: "Power? This way of power is too weak. Even if the world is shattered into a barbaric wilderness, my sword will never be destroyed!"
He raised his hand to point it, and a ray of sword light swept toward the relief on the wall.
This ray of sword light penetrated directly through the large sculpture on the sky, creating a dark hole in the entire sky.
Behind the cave is a door.
He looked normal and walked towards the door calmly.
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Not long after he walked in, he found the same ninth hall, the second floor of the artistic conception pavilion.
Tang Lin's figure walked in. He looked at the relief on the wall and was a little surprised: "It turned out to be the way of the wild, turning the wild with force..."
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I don't know how to break the barbaric way with the barbaric way?"
With a click of his finger, a tiny red flying dragon jumped into the relief, wrapped around the hunter's body, and bound the hunter so that he could not move.
This stone-like relief suddenly turned into a living thing after the little dragon flew in. The big eagle that was motionless in the sky suddenly took the opportunity to swoop down and tear off the hunter's head. At the same time, the red little dragon climbed up to
A fierce fight began on the eagle's claws.
The big eagle flew into the sky with a cry, grabbing the little dragon hard with its sharp claws.
The little dragon was very flexible, wrapping around its body, binding its claws, and wrapping its tail around its wings.
The big eagle was actually entangled by the little dragon, whined, and fell vertically from the air.
The little dragon wrapped its entire body tightly, and traces of blood spilled from the feathers of the big eagle. When it fell to the ground, it was completely unable to move.
The carcass of the big eagle dissipated like smoke and turned into a door.
Tang Lin smiled and walked into the door.
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Artistic conception pavilion, third floor.
Tianyin Buddha stared at the dark relief. He pondered without saying a word. He had already calculated that he had been delayed here for two or three months.
He was a little anxious.
Although he was able to maintain a calm state of mind when meditating, he was still unable to comprehend the artistic conception of the relief.
What does darkness represent?
He couldn't figure it out.
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Another space, the third floor.
The headmaster of the White Feather Sect looked at the dark relief, his face lost his composure and became a little gloomy, and his slightly raised eyebrows wrinkled slightly.
"It's not the origin, it's not the beginning. It's not the origin, it's not the way of darkness, it's not the way of devouring, it's not the way of annihilation. What on earth is this?"
"What is the Tao that can swallow eternity?"
He thought hard and almost racked his brains, but still couldn't find a way. He only prayed in his heart that Tianyin Buddha would not enlighten him.
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The third floor.
The old man in black robe looked at the relief in front of him. There was no light on the black relief, as if it had swallowed up everything.
He stared hard, and suddenly, his expression changed, his eyes flashed brightly, and he smiled: "So that's it, that's it!"
"Ha ha……"
He laughed loudly, full of pride: "This dark relief is actually engraved with the road of great hope!"
"No wonder, the Nirvana that can swallow me, this ancient lost avenue, actually appears here, haha..."
His eyes were shining: "If you say there is hope, there will be hope in the world; if you say there is happiness, all living beings will feel happy!"
"You said there would be no disasters in the world without disasters."
"This is the way to hope!"
"No matter how strong my annihilation is, I can't annihilate hope. Even if I can annihilate the hope of all sentient beings, I can't annihilate the hope of heaven and earth."
"The hope of heaven and earth is like giving birth to life, so that light can be born in darkness. This is the hope of heaven and earth."
He smiled cheerfully, and the dark relief in front of him was no longer completely dark, but had a ray of light.
Light of hope.
This ray of light is suspended in the center of the dark relief like a star, shining brightly and dazzlingly.
He slowly raised his hand, and a rich gray-black aura filled the air, invaded the dark relief, and eroded in instantly.
That ray of light was obscured by this gray-black aura.
Although it cannot be extinguished, it can be covered up!
When the light was obscured, a door appeared behind the relief!
"The Mansion of the Four Emperors is mine!" The old man in black robes' eyes glowed with light, and he quickly appeared behind the door.
Behind the door is the fourth floor.
"What?" The old man in black robe looked around and said in confusion: "How can it be the fourth floor? It should be to enter the palace of the four emperors. Could someone enter first?"
His face turned blue and white, and a strong murderous aura suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "The spirit of the mansion, I know you are here, tell me, what is going on!!"
Under his murderous voice, a disembodied voice came into his ears: "The Palace of the Four Emperors had a new owner a minute ago. You are one step too late."
"A step too late?" The black-robed old man's mind went blank with a "boom". After a moment, he roared: "Absolutely impossible, with Tianyin's little bald donkey and Bai Yu's bastard
Boy, how is it possible to understand this way of hope, how is it possible!!"
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In front of a red-gold palace, Tang Lin's figure appeared out of thin air. He squinted his eyes slightly, and when he felt the dazzling golden light gradually dissipate, he slowly opened his eyes.
In front of him, there was a vast and majestic palace, like a golden mountain shining in the sun. Each of the glazed tiles on it was exquisite and delicate, the eaves of the pavilions were full of ancient charm, and the two gates in front of the main entrance were majestic and majestic.
The most majestic thing is the four words above: The Palace of the Four Emperors!
Tang Lin was completely stunned.
What, what's going on?
I just broke through the third floor of the artistic conception pavilion. Do you want it to be so grand?
In front of him, a ray of white light suddenly appeared. A small white tiger appeared in the white light, about the size of a palm. If it weren't for the word "王" on its forehead, Tang Lin would have almost thought it was a kitten.
This little white tiger has stripes all over its body and is very beautiful, but its slightly fat figure makes people always feel like... they want to strangle it to death.
"Wow, kaka, after waiting for hundreds of millions of years, I finally see someone who is qualified to be the master." The little white tiger floated in front of Tang Lin, hugging his chest with his two front paws, touching his chin with his paws, and looking up and down at Tang Lin with his dark eyes.
Lin: "Tsk, tsk, yes, although the strength is extremely weak, the artistic conception can reach this level, which is quite a wonder!"
Tang Lin's forehead was covered with black lines... He really couldn't speak human words.
The little white tiger's voice was as clear as a child's, childish but full of pride, and said: "Your artistic conception has reached the third level of the ninth hall, and you are the first to do so. Therefore, as the spirit of the imperial mausoleum, I declare that you are
The new trainee master!"
Its tiger face is full of seriousness.
Tang Lin felt that the joke was too big.
What's going on?
The spirit of the imperial mausoleum?
Will you become the new master of the Palace of the Four Emperors? Or will you be a trainee?
"Where is the Buddha, and where is the headmaster of the White Feather Sect?" Tang Lin looked at the little white tiger and said, "Isn't it a dream? They didn't become the master of the imperial palace, but I became one?"
Little White Tiger said calmly: "Be calm. This is the rule of the imperial mausoleum. Your artistic conception is very strong and your understanding is amazing. You passed the examination first, so you are qualified to become a trainee master."
Tang Lin rubbed his head and waited for a long time before he reluctantly accepted the fact: "What about the others? Why am I a trainee master?"
"Because you are so weak." Little White Tiger spread out his two little tiger claws and shrugged: "Whenever you break through the power pavilion of the Ninth Hall, you can become the real master!"
Tang Lin rolled his eyes.
The power pavilion in the Ninth Hall is out of the question if you have not reached the immortal realm.
"Follow me, and I'll tell you your permissions and your mission." The little white tiger floated forward on Tang Lin's shoulder.
Tang Lin could only follow behind it.
"Master didn't pass, but I passed?" Tang Lin was still stunned by this sudden happiness.
He just broke through the third floor of the artistic conception pavilion, realized that the dark relief was the light of hope, and then suppressed it with the light of all living beings.
After passing through, the golden light suddenly appeared on the relief and enveloped him. When he opened his eyes again, he appeared in this mysterious place.
"Does it mean that master and the others have not understood the artistic conception on the dark relief?" Tang Lin pondered in his heart. He did not realize how difficult it was to understand the artistic conception on the dark relief.
He thought that Tianyin Buddha had extraordinary experience and must have realized it long ago, but he did not expect that looking at this situation, he was actually ahead of him.
At this time, Tang Lin had followed Little White Tiger to the majestic golden palace. The spacious lobby was filled with various ancient books.
The lobby was so wide that it could almost fit a hill into it. Tang Lin was stunned as he looked at the rows of bookcases on the surrounding walls.
"You can see all of these. It records all the martial arts in the world, as well as formations, talismans, and the divine language skills of the Divine Language Tribe, etc."
Little White Tiger said in a grand manner: "Let me tell you first, with your status as a trainee master, you cannot move the palace."
Tang Lin was speechless and said, "Then what can I do?"
"You can use the resources here to practice." Little White Tiger said leisurely: "The vitality here is hundreds of times richer than the outside world. One year of practice here is worth a hundred years outside!"
"Besides, there is still fairy energy here!"
"If you practice with immortal energy, your speed will reach a terrifying speed!"
After hearing what Little White Tiger said, Tang Lin's eyes lit up and his breathing became heavy.
So magical!!
Only immortals can breathe in and out the immortal energy. If it is used for cultivation, how fast will it be?
He was so excited that his body trembled slightly, but Xiao Baihu's next words caused him to be showered with cold water and his heart was chilled: "It's just that the immortal energy here cannot be cultivated by you. It has to be repaired by the imperial palace."
As he said that, the little white tiger spread his paws and looked at Tang Lin innocently.
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