Jing Ge changed his face very quickly, looked at Zhang Wenjian with cold eyes, and said, "Why do you have to do everything possible to deal with me? He actually threatened the lives of ordinary people?"

Zhang Wenjian said, "Actually, I don't want to do this either. Since I first contacted you and thought about your personality, I knew that even if I asked you to teach me how to cultivate, you would probably not be willing. Therefore, in order to be able to live forever, I can only do this."

Jing Ge sneered: "Cultivation can bring immortality? Who did you hear?"

When Zhang Wen was stunned, he immediately looked panicked and asked hurriedly: "Cultivation cannot be immortal? It is impossible! The "Secrets of Immortals and Demons" clearly records that as long as you practice, you can live for thousands of years. Are you lying to me, right?"

"I'm too lazy to explain." Jing Ge looked around, "Where is the Pope? Where is the Pope? Without him, you wouldn't have come here."

Zhang Wen saw the thoughts and said, "I don't know where he is. We were separated when we were outside. You said, where is this?"

Jing Ge smiled and said, "Do you think I will tell you?" After saying that, he looked up at the picture of Chang'e flying to the moon, and thought to himself, "Why is it exactly the same as the one in my hand?" Then he looked at the chair in front and the painting behind. After just one look, his eyes became a little dazed, as if he had some realization. Seeing the plaque, he whispered: "Dian of the World?"

Seeing that Zhang Wen was extremely afraid of Jing Ge's methods, he would not think that he could deal with him at all. Seeing that Jing Ge did not take action, he felt a little guilty and asked, "What do you want?"

Jing Ge shook his head and said, "I won't kill you now. Let's talk about it when I find the Pope."

Jing Ge only wanted to know whether the Pope had obtained the treasure, and everything else could be temporarily put down. Moreover, Jing Ge cannot use cultivation methods now, and he may not be able to fight against them. Even if he can kill them, it would be a waste of time. You have to find the Pope first and get the treasure first.

Zhang Wen saw the secret breathing a sigh of relief and said to Lin Lian'an: "Let's go."

Jing Ge didn't care about them, but walked to the back of the hall and walked towards a side door. At this moment, the spiritual consciousness could not be released, so Jing Ge could only search step by step.

After Jing Ge left, Zhang Wen saw the two of them appear again. Zhang Wen saw that they looked at the door where Jing Ge entered, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Then he said, "He must be looking for some treasure. Let's go and look for it."

Lin Lian'an said in shock: "Aren't you afraid that he will kill you?"

Zhang Wen laughed and said, "Jing Ge is not a long-winded person. He just talked to me and didn't kill me. There must be a reason. Although I don't know why he is. But he won't do it at this moment."

"How do you know?"

Zhang Wen saw that he looked up at the plaque of the "Domestic Palace", squinted his eyes and said, "I'm just guessing."

Jing Ge walked around the back hall and found that it was empty and lifeless, as if no one had ever lived there. The corridors were crisscrossed, and all the doors of the rooms were closed along the way. Jing Ge's eyes were faintly bright, and he found that there was a layer of film on the walls of all doors and knew that it could not be opened. He did not make much entanglement, but just wanted to find the Pope first and then make plans.

Suddenly, Jing Ge paused and looked at a door next to the corridor carefully again. He found that there was indeed no restriction on it, so he gently pushed the door open. After waiting for a few seconds, he held the Yuangu Sword in his hand and walked in.

This is a bedroom, with the bed, table and chairs all brand new and spotless. Jing Ge glanced in the room and found nothing. Then he focused his eyes on the table and found a painting on it. It was painted by Chang'e holding a rabbit under the laurel tree. The book says, "I hate the spring dawn when I part, and the years urge people to grow old. I will know that it is immortality. Now I must not forget the world, and the fate is over. My concubine's face has not changed, and my soul has disappeared, and I am sentimental and ruthless. The immortal returns to Lai Island, and people go to Naihe Bridge."

Jing Ge paused his gaze on Chang'e's face and was about to leave. But suddenly he turned his eyes, lifted the painting, looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and the purple light flashed in his eyes, trying to find something. As a result, he was disappointed.

I thought this painting was like the one I got to Chang'e's flight to the moon, with mystery inside. But Jing Ge looked at it for a long time and was still a painting, and there was nothing else.

I wanted to leave Hua, but Jing Ge thought about it, but put Hua into the ring, then clapped his hands, and withdrew from the room unwillingly.

Jing Ge didn't take this little episode to heart. Although it was strange that I didn't know who left this painting here, it could not be the real Chang'e.

Although the palace was large, Jing Ge still walked around in a few strokes, but he did not see the Pope. So he had to return to the main hall, looking for clues to come out.

As soon as he turned his eyes, Jing Ge noticed the painting behind the chair. He found that the laurel tree on it looked familiar, and he couldn't help but think of the painting he just got in the room. The laurel tree on it was exactly the same as the one on the wall.

"What can I do? Meng Po in Huangquan..." Jing Ge thought about it and couldn't help but wonder, "This is obviously the entrance to the fairy world, why did it happen?"

There was no other name. Just as Jing Ge was about to leave, he found a footprint from a sand mark on the ground. He said lightly, "It seems that this is not Zhang Wenjian's foot! Could it be the Pope's?"

After squatting down and taking a closer look, Jing Ge slowly closed his steps and found that his current position was facing the chair and facing the door. A sudden flash of inspiration in his head, so he also sat down.

Mutational bulge!

I saw the painting behind me suddenly rotated, forming a huge suction force. Before Jing Ge could react, he was sucked into the painting.

The entire hall was quiet for a moment. When Zhang Wen saw him walking out of the door, he opened his mouth and said to the side: "Did I be dazzled just now?"

Lin Lianan said solemnly: "We'd better leave here quickly! It's so weird!"

Seeing that Zhang Wen was calm, he was not surprised but happy, and said to Lin Lian'an: "You are waiting here. I will go to the painting to take a look."

"You're crazy!" Lin Lian'an looked at him in disbelief, "Do you really want to die here? You're dead, me, what should I do?"

"I won't have anything to do, don't worry!" Zhang Wen saw her and said softly, then he also learned from Jing Ge and sat on the chair.

The same thing happened, and Zhang Wen was sucked in by Hua at once.

Lin Lian'an stood there for a long time, bit his lip, ran forward, took a deep breath, and sat on the chair...

Jing Ge felt that he had entered a cloud of fog. After panic for a while, he calmed down and looked around carefully, and placed the Yuangu Sword in front of him.

After thinking about it, Jing Ge opened his mouth and sucked it away, swallowing the Yuan Bone Sword. Then a white light flashed, and the long-lost sword of life and death appeared in his hand.

Feeling the light emitted by the sword body, Jing Ge seemed to have a hint of support in his heart, stabilized his mind, and walked forward along a path below his feet.

The surroundings were full of thick fog. Even if the purple air came into your eyes, Jing Ge could only see within ten meters clearly. The environment outside was full of ethereal outlines, like a demon.

It seemed that there was no concept of time here, and Jing Ge didn't know how long he had walked, and he walked through the end of the trail, climbed up a small hill, and came to a withered laurel tree before stopping.

Looking up at the laurel tree, Jing Ge gradually widened his eyes and expressed his surprise.

"I'm here to get into the world in the painting!" Jing Ge exclaimed in his heart, then looked forward and saw the thick fog gradually dissipating to both sides, revealing a suspended suspension bridge, leading to the faint mountains in the distance. The bridge is hazy, like a deep abyss, and also like a dark underworld.

"This is definitely an illusion! It is a formation!" Jing Ge decided in his heart.

The purple light in his eyes had also failed at this time. Jing Ge pondered for a long time and could not find a way to get out of here. Looking around, he found that the path behind him had disappeared at some point. In the surrounding fog, there was only one road ahead, that is, the floating suspension bridge with no end.

In desperation, Jing Ge had no choice but to bite his teeth, walked down the hillside, and came to the edge of the suspension bridge.

For some reason, Jing Ge's heart suddenly pounded and he felt inexplicable fear of the suspension bridge in front of him, as if he was afraid of death and did not dare to move forward.

It felt cold behind it, as if someone was peeping. Jing Ge suddenly turned around and saw the withered laurel tree quietly rooted on the hillside towering like a grave, which seemed particularly eye-catching. Within the entire line of sight, it was the only scenery left. The others were full of thick fogs that made people confused and even despair.

Jing Ge just looked at the tree like this, imagining its once vitality in his mind, with branches and leaves flourishing, and then gradually withered and decayed with time, and finally fell into this way before his eyes.

A feeling of loneliness and confusion was rubbed into my heart bit by bit, and Jing Ge felt as if he was the only one left in the world, and he gradually became aware of the horror of immortality.
Chapter completed!