The seven-story lantern tower is made of golden sacred wood. Each floor is very open and equipped with tables and chairs. In the past, it was very lively and could gather thousands of people.
However, it was extremely quiet today, with no one on every floor.
Zhang Ruochen climbed up to the seventh floor of the lantern building, where half of the place is covered with golden domes and half is outdoors.
A Le and Yin Yuanchen were sitting at two different tables. The same thing was that there was a sword placed on the table.
Zhang Ruochen was somewhat surprised because, before entering the lamp tower, he did not sense Yin Yuanchen's aura at all.
Who covered this up?
He looked at the nine-page screen behind the two of them.
In the light, the nine-page screen is golden yellow, and the words, calligraphy and paintings on it are clear and thorough.
Behind the screen is the stargazing terrace, connected to the quiet night.
Zhang Ruochen clearly saw a tall figure holding a penholder behind the screen under the night sky.
The silhouette of the screen is mysterious and unpredictable, showing that the invisible is better than the tangible.
Yin Yuanchen smiled slightly at Zhang Ruochen and made a gesture of invitation.
Drinking utensils have been placed in front of his table.
Zhang Ruochen stood still and looked at A Le.
Ah Le's cultivation has long since returned to the divine realm, far better than before. Now he is the "Essential Envoy" of the Death Temple of the killer organization, responsible for everything in the hell world.
A Le said: "I met them by chance. I brought them into the Immortal God City in the realm of gods."
Yin Yuanchen said: "In fact, it is not accidental. An outstanding swordsman like you will be taken seriously by monks at any level in any big world.
In addition, when we enter the City of the Immortal God, we do not want to borrow your divine world, but we want to borrow your identity to deceive others."
In the way of swordsmanship, A Le and Yin Yuanchen took very similar routes, both "wonderful and sinister".
How could Yin Yuanchen not be interested in meeting A Le?
Unfortunately, due to his death and re-cultivation, the current A Le is far behind Yin Yuanchen in terms of cultivation level.
Outside the nine-page screen, a powerful voice sounded: "Ruochen, we finally meet! Let's see how I did with this calligraphy?"
Zhang Ruochen walked around the screen and came to the stargazing terrace.
The night breeze is slightly cool, and the view is wide. You can see the lights of the sacred city below the mountain.
A few steps away, there is a three-foot-long wooden desk with long scrolls of white paper spread across it.
A middle-aged man named Yue Zhi Yuanting put down his pen and stared at Zhang Ruochen, waiting for the ink to dry in the wind.
This look illuminated the night, making Zhang Ruochen feel as if the entire universe was filled with light.
He has frost on his temples and is no longer young, but his face is handsome without any flaws. His thick eyebrows show that he still has full energy, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, revealing an unpredictable smile.
He has a tall and straight figure and is well-dressed. He has a handsome figure that cannot be destroyed by landslides and cracks on the ground, but also has an elegant charm with the breeze blowing on his face.
The moving silhouette of Givenchy was standing at the edge of the stargazing terrace, ten feet apart, blending into the night. When Zhang Ruochen walked out of the nine-page screen, she looked back and nodded lightly to him.
Zhang Ruochen didn't know the identity of the middle-aged man in front of him, but he was calm and calm. He lowered his head and looked at the words on the desk and said: "Wen Tianjun's calligraphy is vigorous and thick, like a sword upright and a knife horizontally.
The writing is a fusion of spirit and Tao, which means killing! Where is this killing directed?"
"What if you point to the Immortal City below?"
Wen Tianjun's eyes were deep, containing the power to destroy the world, and he said: "In that battle in the hell realm, led by Yan Renhuan and Shi Beiya, the heads of the ten tribes led the gods and set up the Nine Desolate Divine Formation to kill my own son.
I was killed in my robe, and I was the only one who escaped with my broken body.
Should I avenge such a bloody feud?"
Zhang Ruochen said: "The old leader of the Immortal Vampire Clan is dead!"
"But the hundreds of thousands of years of hatred between the immortal vampires and the Kunlun realm still exists."
Ask Tianjun Dao.
In the nine-page screen, Yin Yuanchen and A Le both had extremely solemn eyes. They knew that Zhang Ruochen could not let Wentianjun destroy the Immortal City. How would the situation develop?
Zhang Ruochen looked at the writing desk again and read: "Cultivate yourself to respect yourself, cultivate yourself to bring peace to others, cultivate yourself to bring peace to all sentient beings... This is a text left by the third Confucian ancestor.
I think the direction of Tianjun’s murderous intention is not the City of the Immortal God, right?”
Since the words "cultivation" are written, it obviously represents Wentianjun's inner restraint, putting all living beings first and personal grudges second.
Wen Tianjun was once a student of the Third Confucian Patriarch, so it was not surprising that he was influenced by his thoughts.
Wen Tianjun looked at the stars above his head and the underworld galaxies across the sky, and said: "Ten Yuanhui ago, an unprecedented divine war broke out between heaven and earth, and someone tried to create peace for future generations.
Unfortunately, I was young at the time and could not witness it with my own eyes.
It was that battle that gave rise to our era and people like us."
"Three hundred thousand years ago, Teacher, Nishen Tianzun and others went out to clean up the legacy of the battle ten yuanhui ago.
It's a pity that they were completely defeated, all the gods died in battle, and no corpses were returned."
"The threat still exists, like a knife hanging above everyone's head. Once it falls, the world will wither."
Zhang Ruochen was moved and said: "Asking Tianjun, are you referring to the immortal?"
Wentianjun nodded and said: "There may be more than one immortal. They steal the heavens and steal the Tao, and feed on the monks in the world to extend their longevity.
Whenever all things are prosperous and gods stand in large numbers, it is the time for them to eat and replenish themselves.
I don’t know how many civilizations that were once powerful were destroyed in this way, including the sword civilization you know."
"These are all considered small tribulations in history!"
"Three hundred thousand years ago, although the heavens died, they also severely damaged a certain immortal, causing him to lose the ability to destroy the world and support himself.
This is how the hell world attacks the heavenly universe later! Three hundred thousand years, this world has been in chaos for three hundred thousand years..."
Zhang Ruochen has known for a long time that there is an invisible hand behind the war between hell and heaven. Until now, everything has surfaced one by one.
Some of them are naturally unwilling to stay in the Underworld Galaxy, and want to start a war, plunder training resources, and devour living creatures in order to quickly become stronger.
The hell world has indeed done it. In just three hundred thousand years, countless powerful people have been born.
Others were instigated and coerced by mass organizations to promote the war.
Wen Tianjun said: "Three hundred thousand years ago, even if the heavens fell, the strength of the heavenly universe was still far greater than that of the hell realm.
Only by using mass organizations to push the hell realm to wage war against the heavenly universe can the immortals continue to suffer from internal friction and weaken the strength of all parties.
Prepare for another small tribulation in the future."
Zhang Ruochen said: "Doesn't it mean that at that time, the immortal's strength was too weak to take action?"
"That should be the case, otherwise He wouldn't have waited until a hundred thousand years ago to launch a small amount of tribulation."
Wentianjun nodded.
Zhang Ruochen then told the text left by the second Confucian ancestor in the Treasure Book of Ten Thousand Beasts. There was no need to hide it. Maybe Wen Tianjun had already entered the Treasure Book of Ten Thousand Beasts and knew what was going on inside.
Wentianjun listened quietly.
Immediately, Zhang Ruochen told everything about Luo Jianluo and the Sword Temple.
"Sword Soul Dang, dark and strange..."
Wentianjun put on a thoughtful look, shook his head and said: "Jianhundang was probably not the target of the war in the past, but belonged to another branch. If you want to find out the truth, you must go there in person."
Zhang Ruochen said: "The dark and strange strength is probably unfathomable."
Wentianjun looked up to the sky and smiled, and said boldly: "If he was really invincible, he would have been born long ago and dominated the world."
Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "After all, the cultivation level of Tianjun is unfathomable."
Wentianjun was not pretentious and accepted it happily, saying: "Ruochen, do you know that now is not the time to go to Jianhundang?"
"What do you mean by asking Tianjun that Baal, Seventy-two Pinus Lian, Bei Xi, Kuilianghuang and others are hiding, and they must be cleared first?"
Zhang Ruochen said.
"Yes, but not entirely."
Wentian Jun said: "In the star field of the Rakshasa clan, I fought against the Seventy-two-Rank Lotus, but a sword light came out from Lihentian, blocking me and causing her to escape.
I guess that sword light must be related to Sword Souldang."
"In other words, Sword Soul Dan, Seventy-two-Rank Lotus, Luo Jianluo, and the masters of the Space Temple who have returned with their remaining souls belong to the same faction."
"And Bessie, Baal, including the returning Ancient Demon God, are related to the unknown battle between the heavens 300,000 years ago.
Of course, the Chaos Ancient Demon God does not all have the same idea, such as the fifth pillar Meng Ge."
Zhang Ruochen was curious and said: "Ask Tianjun why you believe that the Ancient Demon God led by Baal is not the faction of Jianhundang?"
"Because this world-destroying struggle is very likely to have started since ancient times.
I have been to the Netherworld Dungeon and learned some information left by the demon. The great demon may be related to a certain immortal. This immortal may be the ancestor of the underworld.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the Immortal has deliberately planned it to lead us to speculate on the Underworld Ancestor. There are various possibilities."
Ask Tianjun Dao.
What Wentianjun said corroborated with the information Zhang Ruochen had learned before!
Clues have been discovered in the devil's heart of the great devil.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were solemn and he said: "So, doesn't the Nine-Death Emperor also belong to their faction?"
Considering the relationship between the Nine-Death Emperor and the Great Demon God, it is difficult not to let Zhang Ruochen think of him.
Wen Tianjun said: "To become a strong man, the Nine-Death Emperor must have his own ideas. How can he not want to prove the ancestor of Taoism?
Don't you want to live forever?
How can you be willing to surrender to others?
However, after this battle, the Dark Temple was completely destroyed, all the forces under him were wiped out, and the Nine-Dead Emperor was severely wounded by your Grand Master. I am afraid that he has lost the fighting spirit to fight alone in the world, and is very likely to form a deep alliance with Baal."
"I said just now that you were not entirely right.
Referring to the Nine-Death Emperor, who is currently a greater threat than anyone else?"
"It is said that Baal has completely restored his half-ancestral cultivation level?"
Zhang Ruochen said.
Wen Tianjun said: "He is a greater threat than Baal. No matter how strong Baal is, Tianmu can still defeat him.
But, do you know about the changes in the Netherworld Dungeon in Kunlun Realm?
The Great Demon God is probably not completely dead."