In the mysterious gallery, Feng Qingyan was a little shaken and suddenly looked towards the end of the gallery.
Unfortunately, Wanli Gallery was not a straight line, and there was thick black fog rolling in, making it impossible for him to see the end.
As you go deeper into the gallery.
Feng Qingyan found that more and more ghosts were running away in panic.
He also saw many ghosts, at least great scholars and even great sage-level beings, but their expressions were frightened...
What is chasing them?
Feng Qingyan was puzzled.
Also, where did these ghosts escape from?
Is it in the painting?
At this moment, he was examining a dark painting, and vaguely saw a ghost struggling out of the painting, so he stood aside and watched. A moment later, he saw a frightened ghost struggling out of the painting bit by bit.
He screamed and ran away like crazy.
Feng Qingyan frowned and looked at the fleeing ghost.
When he turned around, he saw another ghost struggling frantically out of the painting.
Every one of them was so frightened that they struggled out and ran away madly, not daring to stay for a moment.
When the twelfth ghost was about to struggle out of the painting, it was suddenly grabbed by something and dragged back into the painting.
but.
In Feng Qingyan's painting, you can see the ghost being dragged back, but you cannot see what is holding the ghost back.
This made him even more confused and curious.
In the painting, the captured ghost is frightened and struggling wildly, but is unable to break free and is dragged away bit by bit.
As for where to drag it?
Feng Qingyan is unknown because he was dragged out of the border.
"What the hell is this?"
Feng Qingyan's brows furrowed tightly, and he was surprised that he couldn't even notice it.
He moves to the next painting.
Um?
At this time, he was stunned for a moment and saw that the ghost that was dragged away by something actually appeared in the next painting.
Are these two paintings related?
He looked around and found that the chaotic ink balls seemed to be drawing the broken underworld.
This underworld gave him a feeling that was both familiar and strange at the same time, which was very strange.
It's not the netherworld.
However, it is a bit like a ghost.
After a while.
The ghost was dragged out of the border again and appeared in the third painting.
At this time, he saw more and more ghosts being dragged, as if they were being dragged deeper into the gallery.
All ghosts that were dragged down, no matter how strong or weak they were, could not break free.
His face was full of panic.
and.
The aura emanating from the scroll was even more depressing and painful.
He also discovered that all ghosts that were dragged down would show regret, as if they were regretting something extremely.
What are these ghosts being dragged by?
Invisible or intangible?
Feng Qingyan looked carefully, but still couldn't find any clues, as if they didn't exist.
It shouldn't be.
At this moment, he used the magical power of "breaking through the void to see the subtle", and his two gazes instantly penetrated the scroll and landed on the world in the painting.
But still nothing was seen.
It seems like it doesn't exist.
"Does it really not exist?"
Feng Qingyan frowned, and the more he thought about it, the more unclear he became.
And at this moment, he had already discovered that these scrolls were no longer as simple as scrolls.
They seem to be real worlds.
He walked along with doubts.
while walking.
I don’t know when the gallery gradually changed.
Unknowingly, it has turned into a gloomy and terrifying underworld.
There were countless ghosts running away in fear, but before they could escape very far, they seemed to be caught by something and dragged towards the depths of the underworld.
At this moment, Feng Qingyan stopped again.
This breath is indeed from the underworld, but just like what was said before, it is familiar yet strange.
And it's very shabby.
It seems that it has collapsed countless times in an unknown era.
Only ruins remain.
He examined it for a while, then squatted down, picked up a handful of soil, and smelled it.
He smelled the wisps of pain and depression.
There is also the breath of endless time.
Soon after, he used the magical power of "breaking through the void to see the subtle" again, but found nothing.
"I won't go to hell! I won't go to hell..."
A ghost ran towards me, his face full of fear, and even his soul trembled violently. As he ran away frantically, he was still shouting...
Feng Qingyan suddenly looked at the ghost and said, "I won't go to hell? What do you mean?"
"I won't go to hell! I won't go to hell..."
The ghost shouted crazily.
boom!
The ghost suddenly bumped into Feng Qingyan.
However, Feng Qingyan stood still while the ghost flew out.
When the ghost got up, it looked at Feng Qingyan with wide, frightened eyes, as if in disbelief. But at this moment, it seemed to feel something, and its soul trembled violently.
It slowly turned its head and looked back.
His face looked pale.
At this moment, its soul body was shaking even more violently.
puff!
It suddenly knelt down.
When it knelt down, it seemed that the invisible presence behind it did not catch it. However, it did not leave, but quietly stayed behind the ghost...
Feng Qingyan took a serious look, but still couldn't see what was following behind the ghost. Then, his eyes fell on the ghost, and after thinking for a while, he said: "You said, why don't you go to hell?"
"I won't go to hell, I won't go to hell..."
The ghost just murmured in fear.
"There has to be a reason, right?"
Seal Qingyan Road.
At this time, the ghost looked back behind him again, then lay down in shock and did not dare to move, only muttering: "I won't go to hell, I won't go to hell..."
"You have to have a reason not to go to hell."
Seal Qingyan Road.
"I, I am not guilty, I am not guilty!"
The ghost seemed to have thought of something and was extremely surprised.
However, the existence behind it is still there, continuing to stare at it coldly, dragging it away at any time...
"It says it is not guilty."
Feng Qingyan pondered for a moment and said to the ghost behind him.
However, the invisible presence behind the ghost still exists, and it seems that it has not given up on catching the ghost.
"I am not guilty, I will not go to hell, I am not guilty, I will not go to hell..."
The ghost murmured crazily.
However, the invisible existence behind it still seems to think that it is guilty and that it deserves to go to hell...
At this time, Feng Qingyan gradually came to some understanding and continued to test: "It says it is not guilty and will not go to hell!"
It seems to have no effect.
"I say, it is sinless and will not go to hell."
Feng Qingyan hesitated for a moment before speaking.
At this moment, the ghost's eyes suddenly widened, and it looked behind it in horror, with a look of disbelief in its eyes. It looked left and right, as if the terrifying existence had really left, and was no longer chasing it.
And it seems innocent.
No need to go to hell again.
It couldn't believe it. It didn't seem to understand why those terrifying beings would let it go and not arrest it. By the way, it seemed to be the terrifying beings in front of it. If it was said to be innocent, those terrifying beings would no longer
Capture it.
Just when Feng Qingyan thought it was still ineffective.
The ghost suddenly kowtowed.
Feng Qingyan was slightly startled when he saw it. Could it be that the invisible existence behind the ghost was gone?
But why did you leave?
Is it because of what I just said?
Could it be that my identity as the Shang Emperor in my previous life can still affect the mysterious world in front of me?
He is indeed the Emperor of Heaven and Earth and should not be underestimated.
"What is chasing you?"
At this moment, Feng Qingyan asked quickly to avoid missing the opportunity.
However, the ghost didn't hear it, still bowed in awe, and then ran away as if running away.
Feng Qingyan was speechless. What is going on?
He thought for a while, then continued walking, pointing at a ghost who was probably at the level of a great scholar, and said: "It is not guilty, but it will not go to hell."
The ghost that originally ran away in fear was stunned for a moment, and then it seemed as if it had escaped from the dead. The terrifying existence that had been chasing behind it actually retreated and no longer pursued it...
and.
There are also many terrifying entities around.
However, they turned a blind eye to it and did not come to capture it...
"Am I not guilty?"
The ghost was surprised and excited.
It thought back carefully, and it seemed that a majestic voice had just said that it was not guilty and would not go to hell. Those terrifying beings immediately gave up chasing it...
At this moment, the ghost immediately knelt down and worshiped.
Be grateful for the existence of ignorance.
At this time, Feng Qingyan was even more surprised. My words are so powerful? If I say I am not guilty, then I am not guilty. If I say I will not go to hell, then I will not go to hell?
Is this something?
Surprised, he continued to test.
After he said he was not guilty, it seemed as if the ghost was really innocent and no longer being hunted by the invisible and terrifying existence...
After he was basically sure, he didn't continue to test it.
Who knows if these ghosts are really innocent?
If he is guilty and he says he is not guilty, wouldn't it mess up everything? Moreover, judging from the current situation, it seems that someone is creating hell...
This is quite generous.
At this time, he continued walking, wanting to see who was painting hell.
This hell cannot be drawn just by wanting to draw it. Who knows whether the laws of heaven and earth will be born after drawing hell?
If the laws of heaven and earth really come into being, then the hell drawn will be the real hell.
For the human world, it is temporarily impossible to tell whether it is a good thing or a disaster.
But what Feng Qingyan fears most is disaster.
and.
He controls the underworld and reincarnation, how can he tolerate others' interference?
At this moment, he did not continue to walk slowly, but walked quickly, ignoring all the ghosts. Moreover, no ghost dared to block his progress. Even the invisible and terrifying existence seemed to quickly retreat before he appeared.
The underworld is becoming more and more broken, no different from ruins.
This made Feng Qingyan frown.
He couldn't understand why the painter wanted to paint such a broken underworld.
This underworld looks like the product of a horrific war...
Tattered.
It's like a piece of tattered cloth, already riddled with holes.
As we go deeper.
He felt the endless ancient atmosphere.
When he feels a breath that he thinks is extremely ancient, or even the oldest, he will discover an even more ancient breath...
How old is this underworld?
This is not calculated in thousands of years.
But ten thousand years!
Moreover, it’s not tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.
Rather, it was hundreds of years, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of years. It was extremely ancient and terrifying, far beyond his imagination.
At this moment, he was wondering if this was a painting?
Who can draw an ancient atmosphere that is millions of years old or even hundreds of millions of years old in a painting? However, it seems to be painted in front of me...
Didn’t the person who painted the painting live for at least a million years?
Are they from ancient times?
Feng Qingyan shook his head, seeming to have thought too far.
He continued to plunder.
The underworld is even more dilapidated, with ghosts running away in fear everywhere.
However, when he went deeper, he found that many places ahead had turned into chaos.
It looks like chaotic black soil that has not yet been opened up.
Is this the end?
Feng Qingyan was very surprised. This was different from what he imagined. It was quite different.
In his imagination, the deepest part of the underworld was at least a terrifying hell, but in front of him was just unexplored chaotic black soil...
In this case, why are those ghosts afraid?
and.
He never saw what those invisible existences were that made ghosts so afraid.
At this moment, he walked to the black earth and chaos, reached out and touched it carefully, but he felt nothing special.
However, he saw that ghosts were dragged into the chaotic black earth one by one and disappeared.
He walked down the chaotic black soil.
Not long after, he saw a figure in gray clothes from a distance, who seemed to be drawing something in front of the chaotic black soil.
At this moment, Feng Qingyan was shocked. Could it be that these people were painting people?
The figure in gray was very focused on painting and seemed not to notice Feng Qingyan's arrival. He took a paintbrush and painted carefully on the chaotic black soil one stroke at a time...
It's not fast.
Viewed from the side, this is a very handsome man...
Feng Qingyan stood not far from the handsome man, curiously watching the handsome man draw, but his brushwork was a bit weird.
Drawing one stroke at a time.
Feng Qingyan didn't even see what the other person was drawing, it was like he was scribbling ink with a brush.
But as I applied it, the chaotic black soil disappeared.
And ghosts are born in the writing.
This handsome husband is wearing a shabby gray robe that is stained with ink. He wears a gray square scarf on his head and is very thin...
Dressed in men's clothing.
However, Feng Qingyan could tell at a glance that this handsome man was a woman.
An hour passed.
The handsome man drew a large area of the underworld and a large area of ghosts, but he did not feel the presence of Feng Qingyan.
And Feng Qingyan is also very strange.
The handsome man in front of him didn't look like a terrifying being, he seemed to be just an ordinary painter.
but.
Why did you draw such a terrifying picture?
This can no longer be called a painting, but can be called the real world. Every stroke of her hand is carving out the heaven and earth, making people's souls tremble, even fearful...
Moreover, there is nothing weird or magical about her writing style.
But it can draw the underworld.
in a blink.
One day passed.
The handsome man did not stop for a breath.
Feng Qingyan also stood behind him and watched for a whole day...
The underworld is huge and contains countless mysterious realms. When Feng Qingyan opened his eyes, he was extremely confused. Moreover, even now, he still can't figure out what the handsome man is trying to paint. Is he really painting hell?
Unknowingly, time passed day by day.
The handsome man was still painting seriously and didn't notice Feng Qingyan's presence at all. Feng Qingyan didn't bother him either, and kept watching quietly behind him like a ghost...