Chapter 1410

Jiuchong tianque, each floor is an independent space, in which there are countless prosperous and magnificent palaces, which contain countless opportunities for those who have the chance to get it.

At this time, Qin Xuan and Qingmu stood together. There were hundreds of palaces in front of them. They looked the same. They couldn't help but get tangled. Which Palace should they go to?

"Brother Qing, you said you needed ice crystal snow jade to get the final chance of tianque. Is the final chance in the ninth floor of tianque?" Qin Xuan asked.

"I don't know, probably." Qingmu said with a wry smile that he knew little about tianque. The only understanding was from his ancestors, which was not comprehensive.

Qin Xuan held his forehead and said, "it seems that we can only explore by ourselves."

"It's better to act separately. You and I choose a direction respectively. If we find it, we will send it to each other." Qingmu road.

"That's it." Qin Xuan nodded, then glanced around, and finally fell in one direction. He stepped out and sped away in that direction.

Qin Xuan came to the front of a palace. As soon as he looked up, he saw several big characters written on the plaque: Xianyun palace.

"This palace is called Xianyun palace. Maybe the owner of the palace is an idle expert with elegant interests. Even the name is so casual." Qin Xuan's eyes showed a strange look and thought so in his heart.

All the palaces in the tianque are open for outsiders to visit at will. Qin Xuan stepped into the Xianyun palace. A moment later, his face became more strange. Was it his guess right?

There was nothing else in the palace. It was all calligraphy and painting, hanging all over the walls, as if it was specially for the people who came in to enjoy.

"Is the owner of the palace a painter?" Qin Xuan's eyes flashed, and a strange idea came into his mind.

It's not impossible

Qin Xuan walked in the palace, and a painting scroll passed in his sight, mostly landscape paintings, and few portraits of characters. Moreover, Qin Xuan also found that there was a slight fluctuation of spiritual power on each painting scroll, with a faint rhyme of Avenue, which made the painting more vivid and different from ordinary paintings.

It seems that it is precisely because of this that these paintings are still well preserved after such a long time, just like they have just been completed.

"Huh?" Qin Xuan suddenly picked his eyebrows, as if he had found something, and his eyes fell on a remote wall.

Compared with other walls, this wall looks a little abrupt. Other walls are covered with paintings, but only one painting is hung on this wall. What's more unusual is that this painting looks very old. The picture scroll is covered with dust, the pen and ink are blurred, and it's even difficult to see the original painting.

Qin Xuan's eyes showed a color of thinking. From the layout of the palace, the owner of the Palace should be a person who does what he wants and likes painting. Otherwise, he won't hang picture scrolls on all the walls. It can be seen how deeply he loves painting and is by no means an ordinary person who loves painting.

However, the painting on this wall is full of dust, and even the original painting can't be seen clearly. It seems to be abandoned. It's a little strange.

"Is it because the owner doesn't like the painting that he abandoned it here?" Qin Xuan's eyes flashed, perhaps for this reason.

Thinking of this, Qin Xuan suddenly had an idea in his mind. If he viewed the painting with purple and gold eyes, could he peep into the original painting?

At the next moment, Qin Xuan's eyes released a touch of purple gold like brilliance, which seemed to peep into all vanity. His eyes stared at the picture scroll. At first, there was no change, but with the passage of time, the dark ink marks on the picture scroll gradually became clear, and the deep lines condensed, and the pictures on the picture scroll became clearer, Gradually we can see what is depicted above.

Qin Xuan found that many figures seemed to be outlined on the picture scroll. Many of them were dressed in black armor and looked like sergeants. They were arranged together in a neat order, just like a huge Legion.

In front of the Legion, nine dragons drove away. On the cart stood a powerful and tall figure, who seemed to be wearing an imperial robe, with long hair flying in the wind. His eyes seemed to reveal the spirit of overlooking the world, as if he was invincible.

"The son of heaven." Qin Xuan whispered, and his eyes fell on the figure. Although this person is the figure in the painting, he can still feel an innate imperial spirit from him, as if he controls the lives of all people in the world. One word is the law.

Even if he is not a real emperor, he must be a giant and powerful.

Qin Xuan was about to continue peeping. Suddenly, there seemed to be a terrible light in the painting volume, which instantly cut off his connection with the painting, and then shot into his eyes.

"Hum!" Qin Xuan couldn't help humming. His eyes closed instantly, and blood flowed out of his eyes. His body trembled slightly, and a strong sense of threat appeared in the depths of his soul. Although it was only a moment of pain, if the power was stronger, he might lose his life.

A moment later, Qin Xuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the painting with lingering fear. It seems that there is a powerful force in the painting, which may be left by the painter in order not to be peeped by others.

Fortunately, he only used a small part of his strength, so the power released by the painting is not strong, otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Then Qin Xuan wandered around again and didn't find anything else strange. However, he didn't have much interest in painting and didn't know how to read it, so he left Xianyun palace directly.

The ninth floor of tianque is in a majestic palace.

The Buddha light is all over the sky, and countless tall and dignified Buddha statues stand in all directions, just like a divine figure. The whole body presents a bright luster, shining the main hall very bright, filled with a sacred and powerful Buddhist authority.

In the center of many Buddha statues, an extraordinary figure in white sat there quietly, with a handsome and clean face and reciting words in his mouth, as if he were reciting Buddha's voice.

If other people were present, they would be shocked and speechless by the scene in front of them.

This man is le Hongxuan, the young leader of Tianpeng family.

Le Hongxuan is extremely intelligent and gifted. He is familiar with daozang ancient scriptures, so he is proficient in a variety of magical powers, including Buddhism.

It was because he sensed the power of Buddhism and Taoism that permeated the hall that Le Hongxuan came here to listen to the sound of Buddhism and understand the true meaning of Buddhism.