Although the room was empty, it was very clean and the whole room was spotless. This was different from other rooms.
The other rooms were covered with dust. The ground and the window lattices were covered with thick layers of gray.
There was something strange about this room! They looked at each other and did not rush to leave. Instead, they walked into the room slowly.
Although the room was empty, there were things on the walls inside that attracted their attention.
This is a large painting, which covers three walls.
The color of the painting is colorful, but the color is still very bright, as if it had just been painted.
On the wall opposite the door, inside the painting is a middle-aged man. He looks handsome and majestic. He holds a sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword is hanging low.
The background behind him was a cluster of white clouds. At this moment, he was standing in the clouds. It was like a god standing on the clouds.
This painting is exquisitely painted, and the middle-aged man is lifelike. In the painting, his eyes seem to be still shining. The sword in his hand is blue. This color of sword is extremely rare and it attracts the three of them at once.
Eyes. The sword seemed to be still shining with a faint blue light, just like a real sword hanging on the wall.
On the wall on the left, there is a landscape painting, with high mountains and ridges, layers of strange flowers and plants spread all over the mountains.
The scenery was like a real thing. A gust of wind blew from outside, and the three of them seemed to smell the fragrance of flowers.
The illusion in a trance made the three of them feel that they were standing at the foot of the mountains of the mountains at this moment. This feeling was too strange.
Forced himself to calm down, Meng Bufan looked at the wall on the right again. There was also a person painted on the wall here. The man was furious and murderous intent, holding a big knife in his hand, like a god of killing.
This person is also lifelike, and the three of them can even feel the murderous aura on this person.
Meng Bufan and the other three were shocked. Who painted this painting? It was so real, and the painter was so exquisite.
Meng Bufan couldn't help but feel curious. He reached out to touch the blue sword on the wall in the center.
Meng Bufan heard an anxious shout, it was Zhou Tong's voice: "Be careful"
A blue light flashed, and Meng Bufan felt himself entering a bottomless black hole and flying forward quickly.
Meng Bufan was shocked. This feeling was somewhat similar to the feeling of being in the teleportation array.
The wind knife kept hitting his body, and Meng Bufan quickly activated the water and fire lotus to protect his body tightly.
I don’t know how long it took. Anyway, Meng Bufan felt that it had been as long as a century. It was not until the true energy in his body stopped and the water, fire, lotus could no longer be activated, that his body slowly stopped.
.
The surroundings were still pitch black, and Meng Bufan could not see anything.
The only thing that made him feel a little relieved was that the wind knife and the undercurrent disappeared, and his body was also standing on the ground.
Even so, Meng Bufan still couldn't help but feel a little scared. Anyone would have this kind of fear when facing a cloud of darkness. This is an unknown world.
For a moment, Meng Bufan felt a little confused and helpless.
Just when he didn't know where to go, a faint ball of fire rose. The fire was extremely strange and all shone on one person. As for other places, it was still pitch black.
Meng Bufan, who was still in the dark, looked at the man in surprise.
Meng Bufan felt a little familiar with this person, and he was shocked. Isn’t this the middle-aged man holding a sword seen in the painting just now?
At this time, the middle-aged man stood quietly, with the blue sword missing in his hand.
A faint fire was floating above his head, which could see him clearly. The space around the middle-aged man was also pitch black.
"Senior, I have disturbed you accidentally, please forgive me." Meng Bufan was uneasy, but he could only speak first.
The handsome middle-aged man laughed loudly: "Haha, it's okay. Old Fu Luo Lie has been here for thousands of years and is very lonely. Now that someone comes to accompany me, I'm not too happy yet, how can I blame you?"
Meng Bufan felt a little sad when he heard this. "I don't know who this old monster is. He has been in this dark space for thousands of years. Should I stay with him in this dark space for thousands of years next time?
Years?”
If you really stay in a dark space for a long time, even if you have a strong will, you will go crazy over time. Most people will go crazy even if they only stay in such an environment for half a year.
The handsome middle-aged man seemed to guess what Meng Bufan was thinking, and his expression turned sad.
"I love to joke, don't be afraid of little baby. Now I'm dead, and what you see now is just a wisp of my soul."
"I am a man from the Antarctic continent. Before I died, I was at the peak of the late stage of the Martial God. After going through the heavenly tribulation, I will become an immortal. I didn't expect it."
Luo Lie's tone suddenly became extremely angry: "I didn't expect that my most trusted disciple Ao Wushuang would hurt me. When I was over the tribulation, he tampered with all the defensive magic weapons I prepared and let me do it.
When you pass the tribulation, your soul will be gone and your body will die.
"A wisp of my soul escaped his pursuit and escaped into this dark world for thousands of years." Luo Lie's tone became sad and desolate.
After hearing Luo Lie's description, Meng Bufan was also full of anger. Ao Wushuang's despicable villain who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors and was the despicable and shameless villain Meng Bufan was the one who disliked the most.
"Senior, why don't you take revenge?"
Luo Lie's tone was sad and sighed: "However I take revenge, my soul is incomplete, and I can't even do it if I want to take over the body and rebirth."
After a moment of silence, Luo Lie stared at Meng Bufan with eager eyes.
"Luckily I met you."
Meng Bufan couldn't help but take a step back, "Is this old man not going to take my body and be reborn?"
Luo Lie smiled bitterly and sighed: "Don't be afraid of little baby. Even if I want to take over the body and rebirth, I can't do it. My soul is just a wisp, and I can't take over the body. I'm happy to meet you because of your talent.
Not bad, although the cultivation level is not high at present, it has great potential.”
Luo Lie paused: "If I would rather be refined by you and improve your strength, can you promise to avenge me?"
Meng Bufan nodded solemnly: "Senior, even if you don't help me improve, I will never let go of a villain like Ao Wushuang."
"Oh, it's not that simple. Thousands of years ago, Ao Wushuang was already at the peak of the late stage of the Martial Emperor. Now I don't know what kind of cultivation he is. If you want to hurt him, it's still far from it."
Meng Bufan was silent. He was only in the late stage of the Wuzong period. If he wanted to help Luo Lie take revenge, he was afraid that he would have a long way to go.
After thousands of years of cultivation, Ao Wushuang is already in the late stage of the Martial God, and it is possible that he has even passed the tribulation and became a celestial immortal. It is really not something he can do in the short term if he wants to avenge Luo Lie.
Luo Lie felt relieved when he saw Meng Bufan's silence.
If Meng Bufan is a person who promises without hesitation, it is not worth trusting.
However, even if Meng Bufan is not trustworthy, Luo Lie decided to take a gamble. He would be going crazy when he stayed in this dark space for thousands of years. He would rather die than endure this boundless
dark.
"Boy, after refining my primordial spirit, your cultivation level may not be very high. But it will be of great help to your mental power. It may even allow you to cultivate the primordial energy at the Wuzong stage.
god."
"Remember, I am the sword god Luo Lie. My traitor disciple is Ao Wushuang. He is from the Antarctic continent. The weapon he is using now should be the Youlan Sword you see in the picture. My original sect is called Wujian.
Zong, I don’t know if it still exists.”
Meng Bufan still had a question in his heart: "Senior, how can I leave this dark space later?"