Soon, the two entered the inheritance hall.

Thousands of soul lanterns float and sink, like a flowing river of lanterns. Among the dotted lanterns, those that look like the sun rising in the sky are particularly spectacular.

In the void above the soul lamp, "Fu Qiong" in simple robes sat suspended in the air. He noticed Pei Ling approaching and slowly opened his eyes.

Next, Pei Ling bowed his head and saluted: "Meet the Patriarch Fuqiong!"

When he greeted him, Yinnu bowed silently and quietly retreated.

"Fuqiong" looked at Pei Ling and nodded slightly.

In the entire inheritance hall, a bloody staircase appeared in an instant. Starting in front of "Fu Qiong", it quickly crossed thousands of soul lanterns and appeared in front of Pei Ling's feet.

This blood-colored staircase seems to be made purely of blood and water, but it is as clear and ethereal as an illusion, as if it has no entity.

Every step is engraved with densely packed demons and ghosts. Pairs of eyes full of spite condensed with substantial malice, lingering turbulently. Black smoke steamed up and spread throughout the hall, seeming to make thousands of soul lamps.

All cast a clear layer of shadow.

"Fuqiong" the Patriarch stood up and said: "Come up."

Pei Ling immediately responded: "Yes!"

He stepped onto the bloody stairs. As soon as he stepped up, he suddenly felt a series of indescribable changes happening around him.

It seemed as if he had left the Heritage Hall in an instant, but when he looked around, the soul lamp was still floating like the sea, and there was nothing unusual about the scene in front of him.

As if aware of his doubts, Patriarch Fuqiong stood on the stairs with his hands behind his hands and said calmly: "This is the way to the sect's secret place."

"All the founders of the Holy Sect, after passing through tribulations, will enter the secret place for meditation through it."

"Although you are still in harmony with the Dao at the moment, the tribulation is imminent, but you are qualified to come."

Pei Ling saluted and said, "Yes!"

He strode up behind Patriarch "Fu Qiong" and followed the other man's footsteps as he walked towards the depths of the inheritance hall.

The void was empty, but every time "Fuqiong" took a step at this moment, the blood-colored stairs that seemed real and illusory appeared just right.

After walking for a while, a huge picture gradually appeared in front of me.

This scroll has an ancient color, as if it has gone through a very long time. It depicts a boundless sea of ​​blood. In the center of the sea of ​​blood, on the rising throne, sits a blurry figure that looks like a wet ink painting.

Pei Ling immediately recognized that the man in the painting was none other than the Patriarch of the Dark Blood who had upheld justice for him!

"Fuqiong" stood in front of the scroll and said in a calm voice: "This is the 'blood of the underworld'."

"Four thousand years ago, he made a breakthrough to transcend the tribulation and became the founder of the sect."

"Now we are still a few tribulations away from the Mahayana."

"But without a hundred years, he will not have the strength to take on the next Tao catastrophe."

"He can't participate in this Fusheng chess game."

Pei Ling listened carefully. The previous "taste of the world" in Jiuyi Mountain was only short of the last Dao tribulation.

But last time at Wushi Villa, the other party had already caused the final disaster. Now I don't know whether the other party succeeded or failed.

However, according to the words of the founder "Fuqiong", it can be speculated that the cultivation level of "Shiwei" should be much higher than that of "Netherworld Blood"...

Without stopping too much in front of the portrait of "Netherworld Blood", "Fu Qiong" took a step and continued walking forward.

Soon, another scroll appeared. This scroll showed many corpses in strange and terrifying shapes, surrounded by a middle-aged man in rich clothes and a gold crown and jade pendant. His face seemed to be shrouded in mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

, the whole body has a rather bohemian temperament, holding a wine glass, and seems to be drinking happily.

Patriarch "Fuqiong" stopped and calmly introduced: "This is 'Fade'."

"The Tribulation 4,700 years ago."

"He fell in the twenty-third Dao tribulation."

"What is sealed in the scroll right now is his spiritual thoughts and inheritance."

"Every time there is a competition in the outer sect, the hall of the Holy Son or Saint, the enthronement ceremony of the sect leader, and similar occasions, the shadow of his spiritual thoughts will occasionally wake up."

"This remaining spiritual thought has no consciousness and can only do fixed things according to its will during life."

The fallen Tribulation?

Pei Ling was slightly startled, but when he saw Patriarch "Fu Qiong" continuing to walk forward, he quickly followed.

Not long after, a third portrait appeared in front of you. This painting was colorful and full of flowers. It looked like endless wealth and a palace full of gold and jade. However, if you look carefully, you will find that all the Yao flowers and grasses are faintly visible.

It shows the outline of a spiteful face, full of gloom and resentment.

Among the flowers, a feminine-looking male cultivator sat on the ground. He held a flower branch in his hand and lowered his head slightly. Only half of his extremely pale face could be seen.

"Fuqiong" said: "This is 'killing life'."

"He fell in the thirty-seventh tribulation."

"Similar to 'Fade', his spiritual thoughts and inheritance are sealed in this scroll."

"Every time something big happens in the sect and disturbs the inheritance hall, there is an opportunity to wake up."

After saying that, he continued walking forward.

Pei Ling followed closely behind.

The ethereal blood steps continue to extend, seemingly endless, and pictures hang in the void, lined up on their path.

"Fu Qiong" introduced Pei Ling as he walked.

There are hundreds of scrolls here, but most of the ancestors in the paintings have died, leaving only their spiritual thoughts and inheritance.

Until he walked to a certain scroll, Patriarch Fuqiong said: "This is 'Xinghen'."

"There is only one final tribulation left before the Mahayana."

"Her calamity can be reduced at any time."

"Now in Shen Mian's painting, it is the Holy Sect's method of delaying the catastrophe."

"After you complete the last challenge, I will wake her up."

"At that time, she will go to the void outside the territory to survive this last Tao tribulation."

"If he hadn't died, he would have participated in this Fusheng chess game."

Pei Ling looked towards the painting. In the painting, bones were piled up like a mountain. On the top of the mountain, there was a masked female nun standing with her hands behind her back.

His long hair hangs down like a waterfall, scattered behind him. The gauze scarf lightly covers his jade face, revealing only a pair of cold and sharp eyes, burning like fire and sharp as a blade. The gauze obscures his face, except for his red lips, which are as bright as blood.

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He nodded slightly. This founder of "Xinghen" seemed to be on the same level as Jiuyi Mountain's "Taste of the World"...

"Fu Qiong" continued to walk forward. The next few portraits showed some lying in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, some inhabiting mass graves, some floating on a sea of ​​souls, and some surrounded by countless infant ghosts.

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Some of these ancestors have already died, while others were seriously injured in Taoist tribulations and were almost on the verge of death. They need extremely long cultivation, and there is no hope of Mahayana in a short time, so they will not have this opportunity to be on the path to immortality.

Step, step, step...

"Fuqiong" walked to another portrait. In the painting was a six or seven-year-old boy, wearing a red coat and gold locks, dressed festively. However, there were two identical pictures in the void on both sides of his head.

However, the expressions of crying and laughing closely followed each other, making it look very weird.

"Fu Qiong" stopped and introduced: "This is 'Ying Meng'."

"Like 'Xinghen', he still has one final tribulation left."

"And the calamity can come at any time."

"If you successfully overcome the tribulation, you will also participate in this floating chess game."

Next, "Fu Qiong" successively introduced several surviving tribulations, including men and women, with different appearances and very different temperaments. The only thing in common is that they all only have the last tribulation left.
Chapter completed!