Each floor of the Nine Heavenly Palace is an independent space. There are countless prosperous and majestic palaces inside, and there are countless opportunities inside, and those who are destined can get them.
At this time, Qin Xuan and Qing Mu were standing together. In front of them were hundreds of palaces, filled with brilliance and flying pavilions. Each palace looked similar, making them confused as to which one they should go to.
palace?
"Brother Qing, you said before that you need ice crystal snow jade to get the final chance of Tianque. Is the final chance in the ninth floor of Tianque?" Qin Xuan asked.
"I don't know about this, maybe." Qingmu said with a bitter smile. He also knew very little about Tianque. The only knowledge he had was from his ancestors, which was not comprehensive.
Qin Xuan held his forehead, with a depressed look on his face, and said, "It seems we can only explore on our own."
"Why don't we act separately? You and I each choose a direction. If we find it, we will send a message to the other party." Qingmu said.
"Then let's do it like this." Qin Xuan nodded, and then his eyes swept around, and finally landed in a direction, stepped out, and galloped in that direction.
Qin Xuan came to a palace. When he looked up, he saw several large characters written on the plaque: Xianyun Palace.
"The name of this palace is Xianyun Palace. Perhaps the owner of the palace is an idle master with elegant interests. Even the name is so casual." Qin Xuan thought with a strange look in his eyes.
All the palaces in Tianque are open and can be visited by outsiders at will. Qin Xuan walked into Xianyun Palace. After a while, his expression became even weirder. Could it be that his guess was right?
There is nothing else in this palace. They are all calligraphy and paintings, covering the walls, as if they were specially made for those who come in to appreciate them.
"Could it be that the owner of the palace is a painter?" A light flashed in Qin Xuan's eyes, and a strange idea came to his mind.
It's not impossible...
Qin Xuan was walking in the palace, and a picture scroll passed by in his sight. Most of them were landscape paintings, but there were only a few portraits of people. Qin Xuan also discovered that each picture scroll had faint spiritual energy fluctuations.
, there is a hint of the charm of the avenue, making the painting more vivid and lifelike, different from ordinary scrolls.
It seems that it is precisely because of this that these scrolls are still so well preserved after such a long time, as if they were just completed.
"Huh?" Qin Xuan suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if he had discovered something, and his eyes fell on a remote wall.
This wall looks a bit awkward compared to other walls. The other walls are all hung with paintings, but there is only one painting hanging on this wall. What is even more unusual is that this painting looks extremely old.
It was covered with dust and the ink was blurry, making it difficult to see the original painting clearly.
There was a hint of thinking in Qin Xuan's eyes. Judging from the layout of the palace, the owner of the palace should be a person who does whatever he wants and is fond of painting. Otherwise, he would not hang paintings on all the walls. This shows that he is very fond of painting.
How deep my love is, I am definitely not an ordinary person who loves painting.
However, the painting on this wall was covered with dust, and even the original painting could not be seen clearly, as if it had been abandoned, which made people feel a little strange.
"Is it because the owner didn't like this painting that he abandoned it here?" Qin Xuan's eyes flashed, maybe this was the reason.
Thinking of this, Qin Xuan suddenly had an idea in his mind. If he looked at the painting with purple-gold eyes, could he see the original painting?
The next moment, a purple-gold-like brilliance was released in Qin Xuan's eyes, as if he could peek into all illusions. He stared at the scroll. At first, there was no change, but as time passed, the dim traces of brush and ink on the scroll began to appear.
It gradually became clearer, the deep lines solidified, the pictures on the scroll became clearer, and gradually I could see clearly what was depicted on it.
Qin Xuan found that there seemed to be many figures outlined on the scroll, many of whom were wearing black armor and seemed to be sergeants. They were arranged in a neat order, like a huge legion traveling.
In front of the legion, there is a nine-headed giant dragon pulling the horse forward. Standing on the cart is a majestic and tall figure, who seems to be wearing an emperor's robe, with long hair flying in the wind, and his eyes seem to reveal a look on the world.
His spirit seemed to be arrogant.
"The emperor's figure." Qin Xuan secretly thought, his eyes falling on the figure. Although this person is the figure in the painting, he can still feel an innate imperial aura from him, as if he controls the lives of all people in the world.
, one word is the law.
Even if this person is not a real emperor, he must be a giant and powerful in all directions.
Qin Xuan was about to continue peeking, when suddenly a terrifying light seemed to shoot out of the painting, instantly cutting off his connection with the painting, and then shot into his eyes.
"Huh!" Qin Xuan couldn't help but groaned, his eyes closed instantly, and blood flowed out of his eyes. His body trembled slightly, and a strong sense of threat arose deep in his soul. Although it was only a moment of pain,
But if the power were stronger, his life would probably be lost.
After a while, Qin Xuan slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the painting with lingering fear. It seemed that there was a powerful force in the painting. Perhaps it was left by the person who painted it, in order to prevent others from seeing it.
peep.
Fortunately, he only used a very small part of his power, so the power released by the painting was not strong. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.
Qin Xuan then walked around again and found nothing else strange. However, he was not very interested in paintings and did not know how to read paintings, so he left Xianyun Palace directly.
On the ninth floor of Tianque, in a majestic palace.
The Buddha's light filled the sky, and countless tall and majestic Buddha statues stood in all directions, like gods and figures. Their whole bodies showed a bright luster, illuminating the hall extremely brightly, and filled with a sacred and powerful pressure of Buddhism.
And in the center of the many Buddha statues, an extraordinary figure in white sat there quietly, with a handsome and clean face, and muttered something in his mouth, as if he was reciting Buddhist sounds.
If there were other people present, they would be shocked and speechless by the scene in front of them.
This person is actually Le Hongxuan, the young master of the Tianpeng clan.
Le Hongxuan has an extremely enchanting understanding and extraordinary talent. He is familiar with the ancient Taoist scriptures and is proficient in many kinds of magical powers, including Buddhism.
It was precisely because he sensed the power of Buddhism permeating this treasure hall that Le Hongxuan came here to listen to the Buddha's voice and understand the true meaning of Buddhism.