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Ye Chen took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing feeling, and looked deeply at the portrait in front of him.
There, there was a figure in a portrait, which was a stunningly beautiful woman. She raised her eyebrows slightly and scanned the world of mortals with a condescending look. Her aura was that of an immortal and refined person, seemingly untainted by the fireworks of this world.
"Ice God!" Ye Chen's pupils shrank suddenly. When he first got the Ice God Mirror, he had seen this stunning face. It was actually the Ice God among the nine gods.
Looking back, Ye Chen looked at the portrait next to him.
It was a burly man with long blood-red hair that was burning like a flame. He held a heavy blade tightly in both hands. His aura was so domineering. He looked down at the world and despised everything in the world.
"This man is the God of Fire." Ye Chen thought to himself. When he returned to the ancient war, he witnessed the heroic appearance of the nine gods with his own eyes. The burly man in front of him was the God of Fire.
As for the other portraits of characters, Ye Chen was familiar with them. They were all portraits of gods. Even the sinister and cunning Dark God was prominently among them, exuding a cold and ruthless aura.
"The nine gods are the strongest in the world of true spirits. They are superior to other powerful gods. Therefore, they have specially set up a wall to show their transcendent status." Ye Chen murmured in his heart, secretly guessing.
After seeing the portraits of people one after another, Ye Chen could feel that the charm in each picture was completely different, either cold and cold, or violent and hot, which completely combined the aura of each god.
The depiction is lifelike.
Even when Ye Chen closed his eyes, he could clearly feel the pressure belonging to the gods, shrouding his body, the pressure was heavy, and at the same time he felt a sudden enlightenment, as if he had a deeper understanding of the power of heaven and earth.
learn.
"Beyond the mysteries, there are laws. As the supreme gods, these nine people have stepped into the realm of laws and are on the same level as heaven and earth. Even the slightest bit is enough to benefit me a lot, not to mention the eternal immortal body that I possess.
, it is meant to accommodate all things, thereby strengthening one’s body.”
Ye Chen was overjoyed. Every picture here was of great help to him, allowing him to understand and continuously improve his cultivation level.
After browsing through all eight pictures, Ye Chen was surprised to find that there was a portrait of a character in the corner of the wall.
"Except for the Wood God, the other eight gods all have their own portraits. Could it be that this portrait is a self-portrait of the Wood God?" Ye Chen couldn't help but joke. However, when he saw the portrait clearly,
The whole person was sluggish.
The person depicted in that picture is not a wood god.
He was an ordinary-looking man, just like an ordinary person, without anything outstanding.
But if you look closely, you will find that this man's eyes are as deep and wise as the endless starry sky.
"Qin Shitian!" Ye Chen's eyes froze, the person painted in the ninth picture was actually the third generation monarch of the Holy Clan!
Ye Chen took in a breath of cold air, and the surprise in his heart could not be greater.
During the ancient battle, Ye Chen saw with his own eyes that the nine major clans of gods joined forces to besiege the Holy Mountain, vowing to completely annihilate the Holy clan.
At that time, Mu Shen was also among them. He faced Qin Shitian and struck almost mercilessly. Every move was earth-shattering and wanted to shatter time and space.
However, at this time, in the Wood God Palace and the Wood God's studio, there was a portrait of Qin Shitian!
Different from the portrait of the Heavenly Blood Holy Mansion, the portrait in front of Ye Chen was ordinary, ordinary, and even had a hint of gentleness. It did not have the domineering feeling of being a monarch of the Holy Clan at all.
"People who paint usually incorporate their own ideas into the paintings. Mu Shen painted Qin Shitian's portrait without any feeling of hatred. It seems that the relationship between the two people is very close." Ye Chen said in a low voice,
Looking at Qin Shitian's portrait, I suddenly felt like I had an enlightenment.
No wonder the twelve ancient totems in Yuan Hai were so weird when facing these pictures. They probably felt Qin Shitian's portraits and resonated with them.
"It seems that the ancient war is not as simple as imagined. No one knows about this dusty history except the nine gods. What is even weirder is that since that battle, the nine gods have either
Disappeared, or died, and has not been heard from since. There is probably some hidden secret here."
Ye Chen sighed slightly. The more he got in touch with the nine major gods, the more he felt as if there was a bottomless black curtain hanging over his head.
Under the cover of the black curtain, no one, including him, can know the true history of that year. The truth can only be slowly restored through a little bit of guesswork.
However, Ye Chen did not think too much, nor did he feel helpless because of this. This period of history has passed, and even if he knew the truth, he would not change at all and just go with the flow.
"It's a pity that all the portraits here have been sealed with mysterious seals. It would be difficult to take away one or two of them. Otherwise, I can break through the shackles of cultivation by observing these portraits." Ye Chen said with some regret.
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Buzz!
Just as Ye Chen was about to leave the studio, an invisible force appeared in the hall. The aura became stronger and stronger, turning into a terrifying whirlpool, shrouding Ye Chen as if to swallow him.
"What's going on?" Ye Chen's eyes froze, and he suddenly felt an extremely cold breath seeping out of the vortex in front of him, as if it could destroy everything, making him feel palpitations.
Ye Chen stood on the spot, his body slightly stiff, and he felt as helpless as chasing an ice cellar.
He felt like a humble ant that would be strangled to death by the whirlpool. He had no way to dodge and could only wait quietly for death to come.
"Wake up!" At this moment, the voice of the gods came instantly.
A stream of pure aura flowed through his body, causing Ye Chen to suddenly come back to his senses. A sharp light shone in his eyes as he stepped out and ran directly towards the whirlpool.
"Swallow!" Ye Chen opened his mouth and roared, his voice like thunder, easily dispelling the whirlpool, revealing a shaky figure, holding a sharp blade, trying to pierce Ye Chen's heart.
Poof!
Ye Chen's fist penetrated the figure's body. Unexpectedly, no blood spurted out. The figure trembled violently for a few times and then disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.
"Phantom?" Ye Chen couldn't help but wonder. Just now, the moment when this figure made a sneak attack, it was accompanied by the appearance of an illusion. If the gods hadn't warned him in time, Ye Chen might have capsized in the gutter.
"The Wood God is proficient in three thousand evil ways, and the Yuan Formation is no problem. It seems that this Wood God Palace is not as peaceful as imagined, but contains murderous intent." Ye Chen secretly warned himself, and he entered the Wood God Palace.
After entering the shrine, I was attracted by the portrait in front of me, and I didn't even have the slightest sense of precaution.
Even he is like this. Maybe someone has been attacked to death somewhere in Mu Shen Palace. It's possible.
"Huh?" At this time, Ye Chen felt a breath coming from behind him again. His eyes slowly darkened, his body remained motionless, and the heavy punch hidden in his sleeves was fired out in an instant.
"Ah!" Suddenly, a sharp female voice rang out, making Ye Chen's body stiffen.
When he saw who it was, the look of surprise in his eyes became even more intense, he stopped and hurriedly withdrew his fist.