Fang Yunhan walked into the hall and looked around at the spacious hall. I don’t know how many red ink paintings were hung on the walls of the hall, and some of them were partial limb analysis.
Pure white paper, vermilion ink, pictures are strewn at random and overlap, covering up the wall, and the original appearance of the wall can’t be seen.
When that damp wind blow from outside the temple, some of the unframed picture are blown noisily, as if flying snowflakes bring a cool breath to the whole swing hall than rain.
Fang Yunhan glanced at those drawings carefully and said, "It’s not surprising that you know I’m here, but you seem to know my position?"
"I know a lot of things, but I just know too much, and I know there are too many things I don’t know."
Tao Kuang seems to have said a tongue twister, and his eyes still stay in front of him. The unfinished picture says, "You have a lot of things I don’t know. As far as your position is concerned, we will both be enemies."
"Since you stepped into Xuzhou, no"
He finally looked up at one side, and Yunhan’s eyes were full of enthusiasm and pain. "This contest has been doomed since you appeared in this world."
The ending of the words was transferred to the lane and the crazy head was lowered to continue drawing.
Do you want to see the ninth floor of this place first? Maybe no one will be able to see it after today. That will be a regrettable future.
The sound of machine rotation sounded behind the spacious hall.
Part of the corner is separated from the wall to form a door, and someone inside comes out and stands respectfully to make an invitation gesture.
This should be regarded as a tour guide. Presumably, this person is very familiar with the ninth floor of the Temple of Crying in Heaven, proficient in all kinds of machinery, and more likely an inexhaustible commentator.
But Fang Yunhan glanced at him and said casually, "It will be so troublesome."
He looked at the palm of his hand
Just this moment, the misty rain faintly coincides with the rhythm of the mind, carrying fine light from the surface of the island.
The jumping light passes through the earth and stone about five meters thick and then reaches the first floor of the ground.
It was an unusually dark place.
Many people who cry naked are sitting around them with containers filled with various kinds of liquid medicine. Some people will pick up one kind of liquid medicine and drink it off after a while.
Light fell from their ceiling into the cracks in the floor tiles, like a delicate rain of light, and all of them went deeper and deeper in their stunned eyes.
On the second floor, there are many clean jade beds. Every piece of jade is a precious jade in the Jianghu, and it is hard to find a million cold jade. There is a person lying on every bed.
However, their bodies are all mutilated to varying degrees, and their incisions are even. It can be said that they follow a certain format strictly, and their expressions are frozen by the cold, but obviously they all maintain strong vitality.
The third floor, the fourth floor and the fifth floor have been replaced by some kind of steel structure.
The volume of earth and stone in the island is not enough to carve out a wide enough place to put these things.
It’s an alienated body, and its body is covered with rough horniness. Its height ranges from three meters to five meters, and its weight span is even more amazing.
Maybe it’s the difference from 100 kilograms to 1000 kilograms.
These "creatures" are extremely ugly but slender and beautiful, like those demons that people say can’t be transformed.
The sixth lay is a blood pool like magma.
The seventh floor is weapons with strange shapes, and the first floor is almost filled with piles of books.
Ninth floor
The ninth floor of this island is not far from the bottom of the lake, so it is located in the darkest part of the whole lake.
Then there was light rising in the darkness.
Small snakes quickly climb and breed all over the surface of this steel structure.
These lights seem to be flashing, but they are not really flashing because they will not be dispersed by the surrounding lake water.
That’s pure vitality with thunderous artistic conception.
From the surface to this position, it is really an instant that this vitality flows deeply.
When the light wrapped the whole ninth floor, Fang Yunhan just poked his hand in front of the main hall on the surface of the earth, followed by a twist of his wrist and a turn of his hand.
Ga! ! !
The huge metal distortion is very deep and low when it comes out of the water and reaches the water surface.
But in a moment, the water turned into a huge wave
Suddenly, the whole island of Tianku Temple appeared to sink.
Big waves beat huge amounts of lake water, surrounded from all sides, and flooded the island surface with large areas of rocky beaches and jungles.
In the central hall
Daokuang brushs this picture. The orbital position is covered with Zhu Mo’s brush, and a circular erythema with rotating texture is left, which follows the trend of brushwork flow.
This position of the whole picture seems to be stuck by his pen and then pulled.
The scope of the crying hall was suddenly stabilized.
The lake flooded the island from the outer circle, nearly one-third of the area, but it didn’t continue.
Those people who cried at the outer door jumped out of the lake and jumped back to the high mask. Their eyes were still so uniform and dark red, and they stared at the water without any emotional fluctuations.