Ninth-level fairy

Du Fang didn't care what was on the island at first, but asked Li Qingshuang beside him:

"Senior Sister, where did the coffin take you after we separated? Why didn't you come with us to the bronze hall?"

Li Qingshuang's face was filled with surprise. "Really? Didn't you and the Grandmaster stay on top of the coffin the entire time? I watched you jump down, and I jumped down too. In the end, I saw you land in the lake before me..."

Du Fang's mind immediately went numb. This was another unsolvable and brain-burning problem.

Still not giving up, he asked, "You didn't see the main hall either?"

"I saw it, but the ancestor's red coffin took us past it, and I don't know why you were in a daze. When you saw the bronze fairy palace, you jumped off the coffin as if you had seen a ghost. I was afraid there was danger in this spiritual abyss, so I jumped down with you..."

"..." Du Fang was speechless. This was really hard to explain. He remembered clearly that after the hilt of the purple fairy sword fell into the abyss, the bronze hall began to shrink, and Patriarch Changqingzi jumped down before him.

The only explanation at this time is to first find the hilt of the sword.

Du Fang looked around. The purple aura that was originally dazzling suddenly disappeared after entering the island. Du Fang immediately looked at Chang Qingzi, the sword master who cared about him more than he did.

Sure enough, Chang Qingzi looked nervous and kept walking around the island, looking for the hilt of the sword.

Obviously, there is none here.

There are only two explanations for this weirdness:

The first is that the bronze fairy palace was an illusion. When he and Changqingzi saw it, they were pulled into the illusion of the fairy palace. All the three thousand small worlds they experienced seemed like a matter of a moment. They were hit by the barrier and jumped down directly.

The second explanation is that Li Qingshuang had another adventure in this tomb and she lied.

Du Fang didn't want to doubt her, so he and Chang Qingzi began to look for the trace of the hilt.

"Brother Dao, have you found it?"

Du Fang laughed jokingly.

Chang Qingzi frowned and ignored him.

Du Fang laughed again: "Brother Dao, you said that we should stay here and follow your instructions. Why are you moving around here?"

Chang Qingzi finally sighed: "Unreal, unreal, real! I don't understand it either!"

"What's not clear?"

"I'm beginning to suspect that we were both dreaming a dream, a dream so brief as the blink of an eye, it was gone in an instant, yet the very thing I've been searching for my entire life was right there in that dream!"

"When did you learn to start playing charades!"

"I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out!"

Du Fang looked at the surrounding scene and asked, "You just said that this is a world in a painting. Is that true? Or is it just a guess?"

"Of course I'm guessing. Do you think I'm a god? Can I predict the future?"

Du Fang was speechless. It seemed that he had to rely on himself to escape from this painting.

He began to search for suspicious things on the island. If this was also a small world, there must be a broken mirror magic weapon left there.

There is a thatched hut on the island, and in front of the hut there is paper and pen for drawing.

'Painting' - the world in the painting.

If I'm not mistaken, all the mysteries lie in this standing painting.

The painting showed a thatched cottage, green grass, a lake, and white paper on the thatch. Suddenly, Li Qingshuang walked over and said casually:

"I remember when we were on the boat, I saw a piece of white paper hanging on the roof of this hut. It looked very strange. Why can't I see it now?"

This sentence immediately reminded Du Fang. He stood up and saw that there was nothing on the thatched hut.

For Chang Qingzi, the three people all had the impression that there was this white paper, and it was also on the painting in front of them, but in front of them, the grass, hut, and lake in the painting were all there, and even the banknote drawing of the painting itself was painted on it.

The only thing missing was that huge piece of white paper.

The three of them walked around several times but still couldn't find it.

Chang Qingzi even climbed onto the roof, as if to see if there was a piece of transparent paper on it. He could see everything in the drawing except the white paper, which was hidden somewhere and could not be found at all.

"What should we do?" This time it was Changqingzi who asked Du Fang.

Everything here was beyond the three people's imagination.

"You ask me, who should I ask?" Du Fang retorted. There was no other place on the island except this hut.

After studying it for a long time, his eyes finally fell on the painting.

Since this is the world in the painting, let's start from here.

The painting in front of him was standing on the shelf, with the ink that had long since dried up in front of it. As soon as he picked up the brush, the red beard turned into powder and flew everywhere.

Du Fang picked up the brush and inkstone again, but they either broke into pieces or turned into powder.

Time has eroded the environment here too much.

Everything doesn't look like an illusion, but a real world.

After hesitating for a long time, Du Fang finally picked up the drawing.

Unexpectedly, the picture did not turn into powder as he expected. It seemed that the picture could withstand the erosion of time better and it looked lifelike.

The three of them looked at it boredly for a long time, but couldn't see anything new, so they turned it over.

As soon as I turned over, two people, four eyes suddenly stared at me:

Chang Qingzi seemed to sense something strange as well and came over.

On the back of the flipped picture was another picture, but the scenery in it was completely different from the one here. It was a majestic, towering, huge, vast mountain, as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe, standing tall in the clouds, its peak reaching into the sky.

I don't know how high this mountain is. The mountainside is shrouded in clouds and mist. The dark stones cover the entire mountain. What's even more terrifying is -

A vast sword of energy descended from the heavens, piercing the peak of the mountain. All the spiritual energy in the painting flowed up the sword and converged at the tip of the hilt.

On the huge hilt stood a woman in red, with a fluttering ribbon and her head raised to the sky.

Beneath her, countless cultivators were flying in the air, controlling their flying swords and magic weapons.

In the distance of the picture, there are all kinds of strange beasts, each of them is full of blood and energy, soaring into the sky.

Three beautiful characters were written on the top of the mountain:

Jingshen Peak!

At the tip of the sword at the top of the mountain, a magnificent palace and city slowly emerged, with nine sharp blades inserted into the city wall.

——Nine Palaces Immortal Executioner Sword Formation

Chang Qingzi suddenly had sweat on his forehead and fell to the ground.

"What's wrong with you? How can you be so scared by looking at a painting?" Du Fang was a little puzzled.

Li Qingshuang asked, "Grandmaster, is this painting the same as the myths of the ancient times ten thousand years ago?"

"Yes, this is the calamity that will destroy all races. The great wilderness will be shattered, and all races will never again be able to embark on the path to immortality!"

"What are you two talking about?" Du Fang was really confused.

Chang Qingzi said softly: "Sit down!"

"what?"

"Don't you want to listen?"

"miss you!"

"Then sit down!"

Du Fang sat down obediently. Chang Qingzi sighed and said, "You are Lingxiao's outer disciple. It's understandable that you don't know this history. I will tell you in detail..."

This time, Du Fang did not interrupt his topic, because it was related to the secret of the immortal body, the future destiny, and the key to whether they could break through and get out of here.