After the body of the rickety old man was split open, it turned into a black mist that spread over the entire relief, and then disappeared.

"The way of evil is nothing more than this." Xuanyuan looked coldly: "In heaven and on earth, only the way of sword is the only one! I will destroy all evils with one sword!"

He stepped through the door and entered the fifth floor.

That rickety old man actually represents the path of evil?

Is it because he has had too much weather and dirt on his body and has been stained with too much dirt in this world, so he is getting old?

If a person lives too long and sees too much, will he lose his original purity?

…

The eighth hall, artistic conception pavilion, second floor.

Tang Lin walked slowly, and after an easy breakthrough along the way, he arrived at the eighth hall without spending much time.

Further up is the ninth hall.

Tang Lin was full of expectations.

"Master can only break into the ninth hall. So, in terms of artistic conception, isn't it that I am better than master?"

"My way of living beings is superior to all other ways, and may be stronger than the master's."

Tang Lin speculated in his mind and looked at the relief sculpture on the second floor.

Above is a beautiful lotus, rippling in a small clear pond, blooming happily, as if carrying a fragrant floral fragrance.

"Perhaps the most easily withered thing in the world is flowers."

"Maybe it's just because it's so beautiful that it can't become eternal, just like a shooting star."

"However, there are many people in this world who are not even as good as a flower. They want to bloom their blood and passion, but they are buried before they can erupt."

Tang Lin looked at the reliefs on the wall and sighed in his heart: "If you let me dominate the city, your splendor will eventually fade away and turn into a pink skeleton."

"The most difficult thing in the world is time."

Tang Lin looked at the reliefs on the wall and suddenly felt a trance, as if a light of inspiration was triggered in his heart. This light of inspiration was fleeting, but he still captured a trace of the "ruthless" artistic conception.

He thought about his swordsmanship.

"In ruthless swordsmanship, I have only learned to grieve for love, but I still cannot understand the second level of forgetting love. If love is already gone, how easy is it to forget it?"

"Unless it doesn't exist."

Tang Lin looked into the distance, "Unless the sun and moon turn upside down, the river flows backward, and people are resurrected from the dead!"

He recovered his thoughts, looked at the relief on the wall, raised his hand and pointed out: "Destroy Time!"

An artistic conception of the path of annihilation actually multiplied from him and flew toward the relief, where the lotus quickly withered.

Just like Fairy Leng Yue's way of time was extinguished in front of Ming.

Then, a door opens on the relief.

Tang Lin strolled in...)
Chapter completed!