In the world inside the pearl, Zhuo Wen flew across the fantasy land and came to the oasis at the end of the land.
He stood on the hill closest to the oasis and stared ahead.
Everything in the oasis is under Zhuo Wen's eyes.
This oasis was not big, and Zhuo Wen did not find any breath of life in it.
The most conspicuous thing in the oasis is a huge lake located in the center.
What is striking is that the water quality of this lake is not ordinary, but is mixed with seven different colors, making it look like a colorful lake.
In the center of the colorful lake, dozens of feet high, there is an exquisite and gorgeous aerial pavilion suspended.
In addition, he also saw a colorful stone tablet standing on the shore of Qicai Lake.
The stone tablet is about ten feet tall and has an irregular rectangular shape.
There are seven characters engraved on the surface of the stone tablet, namely happiness, anger, sorrow, thinking, sadness, fear and surprise.
When Zhuo Wen landed in front of the Seven Emotions Monument, a soft voice suddenly came from his ears, echoing around him constantly.
"Seven Emotions Monument, Six Desire Precepts! Whoever gets one of them can get half of the inheritance of the Holy Lord of Seven Colors and Six Desires. If both can be recognized, then they can get the whole inheritance of the Holy Lord! The loser, die!"
The voice sounded both male and female, very gentle, like the spring breeze blowing, but Zhuo Wen felt a chill and murderous intent.
"Seven Emotions Monument, Six Desires Precepts!"
Zhuo Wen looked at the Seven Emotions Monument in front of him, but other than that, he didn't see any Six Desire Precepts.
At the same time, his eyes fell on the castle in the sky above the center of the colorful lake, and he fell into deep thought, and then his eyes revealed a bright light.
He guessed that what was stored in the castle in the sky should be the inheritance of the so-called Holy Lord of Seven Colors and Six Desires.
Although he didn't know what level the Holy Lord of Seven Colors and Six Desires was, he was definitely a much stronger person than him.
This person's legacy is absolutely remarkable.
And he can also guess that if you want to enter the castle in the air, you should first obtain the approval of the Seven Emotions Monument and the Six Desires Ring.
Now he only saw the Seven Emotions Monument, but not the Six Desire Precepts. Apparently someone took the Six Desire Precepts before him.
In the Wuwu Desire Pearl, the only one who came in before him was Mo Yan Wushang.
"Wushang is probably in that castle in the air!"
There was a smile on Zhuo Wen's lips, but he did not impulsively enter the castle in the air.
He had long observed the colorful lake and the castle in the sky, which were surrounded by powerful and mysterious formation restrictions.
These formation restrictions are beyond Zhuo Wen's understanding. If he breaks in at will, he will definitely be dead.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen's eyes fell on the Qiqing Monument.
He knew that if he wanted to enter the castle in the air, he could only successfully enter the castle in the air only by obtaining the Seven Emotions Monument and gaining its approval.
He sat cross-legged in front of the Seven Emotions Monument, and his thoughts fell on the Seven Emotions Monument.
For a moment, he felt that his whole body was being pulled by a suction force, as if he was being pulled into some strange space.
This strange space is similar to the world of mortals.
But at this moment, Zhuo Wen has become one of the insignificant mortals in the world of mortals.
His role in the world of mortals also changes frequently, and his life trajectories are very different and different.
Sometimes, he is a helpless orphan in the slums, who is looked down upon and scorned by others; sometimes, he is a nobleman of the royal family, a descendant of an emperor, born noble, reveling in life, enjoying all the prosperity of the world; sometimes, he is an ancient temple.
Old monk, eat fast and chant Buddha's name until you die of old age and loneliness...
In the Seven Emotions Monument, he tasted all the joys and sorrows of the mortal world, experienced the alternation of seven emotions in the world, and reincarnated endlessly.
Finally one day, as a woodcutter, he went deep into the dense forest, crossed the mountains, crossed the rivers, and reached the end of the world. He threw the ax in his hand to the sky, roared to the sky, and laughed heartily, as if he was mocking the sky and the world.
land.
A sharp bolt of thunder pierced the sky, illuminated the entire world, and finally landed on the head of the woodcutter.
The moment Zhuo Wen closed his eyes, the whole world was distorted and annihilated, and he opened his eyes.
He saw a sharp spike appearing in front of him at some point, an inch away from his eyebrows.
As long as he thrust forward a little, the sharp thorn would pierce the center of his eyebrows and penetrate his head completely.
Zhuo Wen subconsciously took a few steps back and looked at the spikes with narrowed eyes. Only then did he realize that the spikes were derived from the center of the Seven Emotions Monument.
At this moment, the sharp thorn slowly retracted into the Seven Emotions Monument.
Then, the Seven Emotions Monument began to gradually become smaller, and finally became the size of a palm, landing in Zhuo Wen's palm.
Zhuo Wen could feel that he had a subtle connection with the Seven Emotions Monument.
Moreover, he discovered that this Seven Emotions Monument was very unusual and contained an extremely strange and powerful aura.
He suspected that the Seven Emotions Monument should also be a divine weapon, but he didn't know what level of divine weapon it was.
However, he knew that the level of this Seven Emotions Monument was definitely higher than that of his Nine Tribulations Sword Formation, and it was much higher.
At least he really doesn't understand how to use the Seven Emotions Monument at the moment.
The sharp thorn that emerged from the surface of the Seven Emotions Monument just now appeared in Zhuo Wen's mind.
He knew that if he woke up a moment later, he would really be killed by the Seven Emotions Monument.
It seems that the risk of comprehending the Seven Emotions Monument is extremely high. If you don't wake up successfully within the stipulated time, you will really be dead.
What makes Zhuo Wen even more speechless is that the Seven Emotions Monument has no hint at all. If he has been stuck in the world of mortals in the Seven Emotions Monument and is not awake, he may not even know how he died in the end.
"Let's go to the castle in the air first!"
Zhuo Wen shook his head and stepped out into the colorful lake.
I saw dense restrictions all around Colorful Lake. When it came into contact with Zhuo Wen, there were a few ripples, but there was no sign of launching an offensive.
Zhuo Wen breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that all this was the result of the Qi Qing Monument.
He stepped on the lake with both feet, and after a while, he came to the center of the lake. He stomped his right foot fiercely, and his whole body shot up and landed on the front steps of the castle in the air.
Zhuo Wen opened the front door easily.
This castle in the air has only one floor and doesn't look very big.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
When Zhuo Wen entered the pavilion, the layout inside was very simple.
In the center of the pavilion, there is a long screen that divides the pavilion into two.
In the room, apart from the giant screen, there is only a table in the middle.
On this case, a dim scroll is placed quietly.
Zhuo Wen's eyes were not on the scroll of the case, but all his attention was on the screen in front of him.
He saw a very familiar figure on the screen.
This figure has her back to him, sitting cross-legged behind the screen, as if she is meditating.
From the outline of the back, it can be clearly seen that the owner of the back is a woman.
"Wu Sha!"
Zhuo Wen shouted quickly, trying to attract the attention of the woman behind the screen.
This back figure was too familiar to him. It was the back figure of Mo Yan Wushang.
But what makes Zhuo Wen strange is that Mo Yan Wushang behind the screen was indifferent to his loud voice, as if he didn't hear it at all.
Zhuo Wen called a few more times, but Mo Yan Wushang remained motionless.
Zhuo Wen frowned. He came to the screen and stretched out his right hand, trying to open the screen.