1527. Chapter 1527: The Battle for Destiny

Not far away, the road ahead was cut off.

There was an endless abyss under my feet, and there was only endless fog ahead.

In the fog, it seemed that ghosts and gods were fighting, and the faint sound was shocking.

It felt that the monsters inside were far more terrifying than the corpses in the soul-returning coffin carried by Nie Feng.

Entering it, there is only death, no life.

"Why is the road cut off?" Mei Fangluo lost his voice in pain.

He planned for tens of thousands of years, but in the end it was just such a result. How could he be willing to accept this.

"I can't believe it! It's a luxury for me to enter Qianyuan Palace? Big brother! You are in Qianyuan Palace, don't you know that this road is now cut off?" Zheng Kun also lamented.

The road ahead is cut off, which is the most painful and desperate thing.

This feeling is not much different from death.

It makes people have the impulse to jump into this abyss, and their souls will sink from then on, and they will never want to exist in this world again.

The expressions of Zheng Kun, Mei Fangluo and Nie Feng at this time all express the same meaning.

It's better to die than to live.

"When your elder brother entered Qianyuan Palace, the road here was already cut off."

Lin Yun's plain words pulled them back from the brink of death.

"What? It was cut off when my elder brother entered? Then where did he enter from? Why didn't he tell me?"

Zheng Kun was shocked. Although Ling Xuan often passed on information, he never mentioned how he entered Qianyuan Palace that year.

"It turns out that elder brother doesn't want me to enter Qianyuan Palace at all. Why is that?"

Zheng Kun was very painful, and the friendship between brothers had cracks.

"Brother Lin! How do you know that they didn't enter from the ancient road?" Mei Fangluo saw hope.

He knew that since Lin Yun had already known that the ancient road was cut off, he still came here, there must be a way.

"This question is very simple, it is known from the Hongtu Pavilion you got." Lin Yun smiled meaningfully.

This smile made Mei Fangluo feel like his face was trampled on.

I have obtained Hongtu for more than ten thousand years, but I have nothing.

And Lin Yun has only been here for a few days and he has demolished Hongtu Pavilion.

This is the gap between people.

This gap will be difficult for Mei Fangluo to make up for in his lifetime.

If there is still a possibility of making up for it.

There is only one way to stop Lin Yun's progress.

But he feels that he can't do this.

So, there is only sadness.

"Brother Lin is really a master! I call myself the master of Hongtu Pavilion, but I can't get the secret. What kind of master am I? If Hongtu Pavilion has not been destroyed, I would rather give it to Brother Lin."

Mei Fangluo was sad in his heart, but generous on the surface, giving something that no longer exists to Lin Yun.

"What master or not, we have to go to Qianyuan Palace after all." Lin Yun sneered and said, "Follow me!"

Lin Yun said, and turned back with Qing Xiao. Not far away, they saw an extremely dangerous crack.

This is the route indicated by the fragment of the map that Lin Yun got.

Lin Yun and Qing Xiao rushed in.

Zheng Kun and Mei Fangluo were shocked, not knowing where this led to.

While hesitating, Lin Yun's voice rushed out from the crack.

"What are you still waiting for? Come in quickly."

The voice sounded ethereal and distant, as if it was billions of miles away.

Zheng Kun and the other three did not hesitate any more and rushed into the crack.

Although the turbulence in the crack was violent, it was all in one direction and would not take people to other places.

After drifting in the darkness for a quarter of an hour, everyone fell out of the darkness.

They fell on a cliff.

The cliff was towering, and the top was inserted into the endless fog, and the opposite was the dark abyss, which was inaccessible to humans and gods.

There was an ancient road winding ahead.

On the cliff, there was an ancient painting.

Lin Yun and Qing Xiao were looking at the painting at this time.

The content of the painting was also simple, just a bare-chested man and a sika deer.

The man held the divine fruit and pretended to give it to the deer.

The sika deer hesitated and seemed to have doubts.

The whole painting was cleverly conceived, and the expressions of the characters and the hesitation of the sika deer were portrayed vividly. It was indeed a masterpiece.

There was only one flaw.

It is the sika deer that has lost one horn.

"It is a really good treasure, but it is a pity that it is missing a piece and cannot be taken down." Mei Fangluo looked at the painting on the cliff greedily, swallowing his saliva.

"This should be the legendary treasure of Hongtu Tianzun, the 'Duel of the Deer', which is why Hongtu got its name. He spent his life's blood and energy to make this picture, and his Tao is all in it."

Zheng Kun looked at the picture, nodded his head in praise, and was extremely eager in his heart.

"If you get this picture, you will get all of Hongtu Tianzun. This picture is the most powerful treasure in the Heavenly Palace. Even the Lord of Hongtu is like a waste in front of this picture."

Zheng Kun's next words made Mei Fangluo hate him in his heart. Indeed, up to now, the Lord of Hongtu has played no role except for splitting the Qiankun Stone.

It is said to be the thing that commands the Heavenly Palace. Now that the Heavenly Palace has changed drastically, there are too few places to command.

The more he thought about it, the stronger Mei Fangluo's desire for this painting became.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get it.

If they could get it, they wouldn't stay here and wait for him to come.

"Humph!" Lin Yun snorted coldly, pulling Mei Fangluo and Zheng Kun's hearts out of the painting.

"It's just the ambition of Hongtu Tianzun, what kind of treasure is it." Lin Yun sneered.

This "Derby Picture" is much lower than the Four Seas Picture in terms of the level of Taoism.

The two Heavenly Venerables are not on the same level.

The Butterfly Transformation Heavenly Venerable is much more powerful than the Hongtu Heavenly Venerable.

"Look at that old man, he looks greedy and wants to swallow the sika deer in one bite. No wonder the sika deer is wary and unwilling to go."

"The old man is just a reflection of Hongtu's inner heart."

"But no matter how greedy he is, he can't get it after all, so there is deep pain in his eyes."

After Lin Yun's analysis, Zheng Kun and Mei Fangluo were stunned, but after looking at the picture carefully, they kept nodding.

"It doesn't matter if we can't get such a greedy painting. Let's hurry up!" Zheng Kun also disliked this painting.

"No! Although this is a greedy painting, the road ahead will definitely not be able to go without it. So, let's take it." Lin Yun shook his head.

He looked at the painting on the cliff again and sneered: "Although taking you with me means taking a source of trouble that could explode at any time. However, I still want to take you away. I just want to see how big your ambition is."

When Lin Yun finished speaking, people seemed to hear a cold smile in response from somewhere. That feeling was creepy.

"Brother Lin! Don't take it with you!" Zheng Kun was terrified and hurriedly stopped him.

But Lin Yun had already taken out the fragment of the painting he got from Hongtu Pavilion and photographed it on the painting on the cliff.

The fragment was perfectly integrated into the painting.

The picture rippled, and the horns of the sika deer had recovered.

Just when the sika deer recovered, it had turned around, facing the old man with his chest exposed, raised its front hooves, and pretended to go away.

The rippling picture stabilized, and it stabilized on this picture.

Lin Yun stretched out his hand to the cliff, and the whole painting was torn off the cliff by Lin Yun, turning into an ancient scroll, held in Lin Yun's hand.

Just as Lin Yun tore down the painting, the area around the cliff was already shaking, and there was another change.

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