Gate of God

The mood of the disciple of the 6th surname Tiandaoge was almost collapsed, and he was out of the forest in less than half an hour. This has greatly stimulated the feelings of him and several of the observed brothers and sisters. ?

And at this moment...

A glance at the first picture of the Nine Heavens, can anyone believe this kind of thing? Do not believe, of course no one believes, but this matter was born before their eyes.

How can you not believe it?

In short, at that moment, the disciples of the 6th surname Tiandao Pavilion and the surrounding brothers and sisters really had a chill to see ghosts in the daytime.

Even now, he has not fully recovered.

The six elders and the disciples around Tiandao Pavilion were completely dull.

How long is this?

How long has it been since Founder entered the Nineth Heaven?

How can it be so fast?

How can it be so fast!

...

Holy Rain Pond, in the ninth heaven.

Founder looked straight at the scroll that had suddenly disappeared in front of him. For a moment, there was a little reaction, but what happened? Is this broken?

While he was thinking this way, the scene in front of him also changed for a while. At the next moment, he now appeared on another piece of green grass, and in front of him, there were nearly thirty disciples of Tiandao Pavilion. Stared at himself, everyone's face was exaggerated like a ghost.

In fact, whoever gave birth to such a thing would have such an expression.

Nearly thirty disciples of Tiandao Pavilion looked at Fang Zhengzhen who appeared in front of them, and felt the majestic voice still echoing in their ears.

"How did Fang Zhengzhi come to Jiuzhongtian?"

"No, how did he come to the second day of Jiuzhongtian?"

"When did he get out of the forest?"

"Is this guy really human?"

Countless doubts echoed in the minds of nearly thirty disciples of Tiandao Pavilion, just as the same thunder and lightning struck in their minds.

Of course, compared to the nearly thirty disciples of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion who were standing on the second and second days of the Nineth Chongtian, at this moment, the four remaining disciples who were still on the first day of the Chongtian were obviously really frightened.

As a disciple of Tiandao Pavilion.

They also have their own dignity, and were once known as geniuses in one field, and were respected and appreciated by countless people.

And now...

They fell behind, behind most of the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion.

More than 30 disciples of Tiandao Pavilion entered Jiu Chong Tian to watch the Jiutian Saint Picture, and they have not yet cracked the first picture.

This has already caused a severe blow to their hearts.

But the integrity of the behavior, no doubt in this violent blow, added a fire, and still a life that can burn them to death.

Four disciples of Tiandao Pavilion, you looked at me, I looked at you, I remembered the scene of Fang Zhengzhi who just understood the nine-day holy picture just now, and his eyes were full of desolation. They really had a kind of unrequited love. feel.

"..."

"What happened just now?"

"He... he seems to have realized this nine... nine days holy picture?!"

The four disciples of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion looked at the still-suspended scroll above their heads, and the thick strokes of ink on the scroll, and finally could not bear the blow. With their feet soft, they sat down directly on the ground.

And Yan Qing's expression is also a little weird.

He didn't lose, of course, he didn't win, because, he and Fang Zhengzhi entered the world of Jiu Chong Tian almost at the same time.

Of course……

This is not the point.

The point is that the Founder who stepped into the nineth heaven at the same time as him now seems to have reached the second heaven of the nineth heaven, and he is still standing on the spot.

"Is this picture so simple?" Yan Qing raised his head, looked at the scroll above his head, and looked at the thick brushstroke.

In an instant, he seemed to have entered another world. This is a world with nothing, no mountains, no water, no trees, no flowers and grass.

Some are just blank, completely blank.

This is where?

The heavy sense of oppression, immersed in Yan Qing, let Yan Qing unconsciously swing his fist, one punch, two punches, three punches... non-stop waving, non-stop attack.

However, the blank is still blank.

Nothing has changed.

wrong!

I should be in the world of the nineth heaven, and I should be watching the nine-day holy picture. By the way, that stroke is the stroke, the stroke on the white scroll.

Yan Qing's fist, unconsciously, began to wave according to that stroke, top to bottom, very slow, but he waved very hard.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, as if in a flash, the white world was broken by this punch.

The original white disappeared, the trees and the green grass appeared again, the scroll in front of me disappeared, and a majestic sound rang in my ears.

"Yan Qing, enter the second day!"

"..." The four remaining disciples on the first day, sitting down on the grass, looked at Yan Qing, who disappeared in front of them again, twitched at the corner of his mouth, two tears, and slipped in the drizzle.

Do you want to hit people like this? !

...

"Do you want to hit people like this?"

In the second day of the Nineth Heaven, the hearts of nearly thirty disciples of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion now have the same thoughts as the four disciples in the first day.

Because the majestic voice in the sky has already sounded again.

"Fangzheng, enter the third heaven!"

"...The third heaven!"

"..."

Is there anything else that can grab the starting line than it was obviously, and after running for half an hour, it was suddenly passed from behind, and it came more shocking?

Have!

That is, only on the second day, it was passed!

"..." Nearly thirty disciples standing in the Tiandao Pavilion are really a little speechless. They really can't understand the extent to which a person wants evildoers in less than a quarter of an hour. Within time, did you break the second nine-day holy picture in front of you?

Shocked.

While shocking, another voice also sounded in their ears.

"Yan Qing, enter the second day!"

"..." Nearly thirty disciples of Tiandao Pavilion's eyes subconsciously looked at Yan Qing who appeared in front of them, and his face flushed instantly.

Sure enough, this is a world of rampage!

After being beaten by a demon for several years as a brother who has been in the Taoist Pavilion for several years, he was chased up by a younger brother who had just started.

How can they bear such a blow in their hearts?

Shame, very shame.

And Yan Qing, apparently did not pay attention to the expressions of the brothers in front of him, or that he entered the second day, and did not even look at them.

Because, as he entered the second level, he also heard the sound ringing in his ear.

Founder...

Has entered the third heavy day.

Although the competition between him and Fang Zhengzhi has ended, but in Yan Qing's heart, how did a competition without a win or loss really count as an end?

Therefore, he is still comparing.

This time, he is obviously looking at who can get higher.

"It's fast, really fast! But I...but I must pass you!" While Yan Qing's heart was determined, he looked at the second nine-day holy picture hanging in the sky.

Compared with the first nine-day holy picture, the second one in front of me is obviously more in brush and ink, but it is only a little more.

This is an unusually scribbled picture.

It seems that it is like a person who does not understand painting and calligraphy at random, but it is such a random application, but it gives a very natural feeling.

Nothing can be seen on the picture.

Of course, if you have to use some things to describe it, it is fog, thick fog, or it can also be called wind, and the wind is smeared on the scroll at will.

"What does this mean?" Unlike seeing the first picture and entering another world instantly, this time, Yan Qing was obviously a little confused.

...

"The first one is obviously the simplest thing, and the second one is naturally all things. Isn’t this nine-day sacred picture too simple?" Founder looked straight at the endless grass in front of him, and above his head. Appeared and the third nine-day holy picture ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ casually pouted.

Suddenly, inexplicably, he felt a desolate feeling that the master was too lonely, just like standing on the top of the mountain and not seeing his opponent.

However, at this time, a voice also sounded in his ear.

"Chi Guyan, enter the fifth heaven!"

"...The fifth heaven!"

"..."

"Fuck!" Fang Zhengzhi subconsciously raised a **** towards the top of his head. Originally, he thought that as long as he went to heaven again, he could give Chi Guyan a big surprise.

Now, it seems that he thinks too much.

Sure enough, the start was fast, it was really fast. I had just entered the third heavy day, and Chi Guyan had already entered the fifth heavy day.

The gap between the two heavens.

Not small!

On the contrary, it is very large.

Because Founder is very clear, the further back, the more difficult it is to crack the scroll.

Just as he had just seen the second picture, he thought of the four characters of nature, but thinking and breaking apart are two completely different things.

Must hurry!

Fang Zhengzhi's eyes quickly looked at the scroll above the head. This is a splashing ink picture. Starting from the upper left of the scroll, the ink is thick and thick, and the further down the right, the ink gradually becomes clear, and finally Disappeared without trace.

A little bit of ink, big and small, splattered around the scroll. It seems to be very casual, but it has a certain pattern faintly.

Fang Zheng's brow furrowed slightly.

Obviously, the difficulty in front of this picture is much greater than that in the first two, because, in an instant, he was a little unsure of what he meant from the painting.

Splashing ink?

This ink...

What does it represent?

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