Chapter 1317 (1/2)

With expectation and conjecture, Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing finally set foot on the sixth floor. Before they stepped in, they just stood at the wooden stairway. A cold feeling came from them, which made Zhao Jiuge feel a little bad.

As for Bai Qingqing, when she raised her head, some of them were startled, because even if there was sunshine outside, she could not feel any bright meaning.

Because the walls around the sixth floor are painted with many evil spirits and cold things. Even at the cultivation level of Zhao Jiuge, they can feel that there seems to be a layer of cold meaning on the wall, which constantly radiates out towards the outside, which makes Bai Qingqing and Zhao Jiuge unwilling to go forward and get closer to those walls.

After all, there are some things on the top of the stone pagoda, but there are some weak things on the wall.

When they went up the wooden stairs, they could clearly feel that the oppressive and cold atmosphere had dissipated a lot. Zhao Jiuge now admired him more and more. Who was the owner of the stone tower at that time.

In some places of the Shura battlefield, there are many ancient and dilapidated buildings, which represents that there were also brilliant times here. It shows that there should have been many sects here. Finally, some disputes and chaotic fighting caused the current situation.

When Zhao Jiuge looked up at the scene on the top floor, he was once again deeply shocked. No doubt, the last mural, as wonderful as nature, has a unique flavor to diffuse out, and the painting is absolutely more exquisite than the previous six floors.

Even if the mural is carved with colorful colors, it doesn't have any sense of disobedience. Just at a glance, Zhao Jiuge's face is full of wonder, and he doesn't blink when he looks at the mural, because this mural can basically be regarded as the summary of the previous six paintings, painting the images of Lingyun beings in the world.

At the top of the mural, there are immortals sitting in the clouds, with fishing rods in their hands, fishing for the human life below. However, there are many human cities, and people come and go, but they do not know about them.

There are also beautiful or gorgeous immortals in magnificent palaces and jade pavilions. They are drunk, listening to celestial music and watching the graceful dancing of dancers.

In some hidden caves or sects, many monks are practicing hard. Some of them are addicted to it. They don't know how time goes by. It's like a dream to leave in a hundred years.

Some of them frown slightly, as if they have encountered some bottleneck, and others are complacent, with different attitudes and different realms.

In the human world, there are also paintings of birth, aging and death. There are elderly people who are lying in their beds, dying, and obviously have run out of oil and light. At the bedside, they are all waiting in front of them, looking sad.

There are young talents, high spirited, high spirited, riding a tall white horse, marry his beloved woman, that kind of happiness comes from the heart, no matter every move, or a look can show incisively and vividly.

There are also houses, a lot of steady woman's figure in a hurry, carrying steaming water basin, constantly in and out, when the crying baby's voice sounded, just did not care to wipe their wrinkled forehead, that a lot of sweat, showing a smile.

There are also in the streets paved with bluestones, the sound of funeral music constantly resounding, rows of people, the hands of those paper money, look with sadness, toward the outskirts of the city.

Compared with the happiness of family in the fairyland, the bustle of the world, the monks' inability to extricate themselves, and the hard life, some places are quite different from these.

In some deep mountains, some spirits struggle to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and practice over time. Compared with human monks, their innate advantages are not obvious. On the contrary, they are the lowest level creatures. Even if it takes time to practice, they need more time, not even like those big spirits.

Some ontologies are just a plant. After being baptized by wind and rain, by chance, they get the chance to absorb spiritual power by chance. They grow up silently by practicing and cultivating for hundreds of years. They have to go through hundreds of years before they can turn on their wisdom. They have to go through hundreds of years to transform themselves into human beings. The premise is that they have not met any danger in these years.

After all, it is difficult to cultivate the plants and plants because there is no flesh body. As a carrier, the speed of natural absorption of spiritual power is far lower than that of others. Therefore, the price paid by those who want to practice is also relatively high.

At the same time, some big demons are like the overlord in the mountain, occupying their own territory, patrolling their own territory, carefree. After all, when they have reached a certain level of cultivation, they stand at the top of the world.

At the bottom of the mural, there is a purgatory, a sea of mountains and rivers, and a magnificent scene of ghosts walking at night. These ghosts who lost their bodies are naturally extremely painful. Without certain accomplishments, they can only stay in some cold places, and the scene has to endure their own kind of pain.The whole mural is recorded in the sky of gods, Buddhists, ghosts and ghosts, and depicts the scene of Lingyun and all living beings. This is not a common person's comparison. At least Zhao Jiuge can be sure that the master of this stone tower is not ordinary before, and it may be the immortal and land God who have already been robbed.