Ye Chen took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing feeling, and looked deeply at the portrait of the person ahead.

There, there is a figure in the portrait, which is a stunning woman with her eyebrows raised and she glanced at the world with a condescending look. The breath on her body became an immortal and transcendent, as if she was not contaminated by the fireworks of the mortal world.

"Ice God!" Ye Chen's pupils shrank suddenly. When he got the Ice God Mirror, he had seen this stunning face. It turned out to be the Ice God among the nine gods.

Looking back, Ye Chen looked at the portrait of the person next to him again.

It was a burly man with blood-red heights, igniting like a flame, holding a heavy blade tightly in his hands, how domineering the world, and despising all things in the world.

"This person is the God of Fire." Ye Chen said in his heart that when he returned to the ancient battle, he witnessed the heroic figure of the nine gods with his own eyes. The burly man in front of him was the God of Fire.

As for the other portraits of characters, Ye Chen is familiar with them. They are all portraits of gods. Even the sinister and cunning dark gods are all in the list, emitting a cold and ruthless aura.

"The nine gods are the strongest people in the True Spirit World, and they are above other powerful people in the Divine Way, so they have specially divided a wall to show their status." Ye Chen murmured in his heart, guessing secretly.

By imprinting the portraits of the characters into your eyes, Ye Chen could feel that the charm of each picture was completely different, either cold and cold, or violent and hot, completely depicting the momentum of each god to life.

Even Ye Chen closed his eyes and could clearly feel the pressure of the gods, covering his body, with heavy pressure, and at the same time he felt like he suddenly realized, as if he had a deeper understanding of the power of heaven and earth.

"Above the secret, there is the law. As the supreme god, these nine people have entered the realm of law and are equal to heaven and earth. Even a slight slightest bit is enough to benefit me. What's more, the eternal immortal Dharma body I have is to accommodate all things and thus strengthen my body."

Ye Chen was suddenly happy. Every picture here was of great help to him, which could accommodate and continuously improve his cultivation level.

After browsing all the eight pictures, Ye Chen saw in surprise that there was a portrait of a character in the corner of the wall.

"In addition to the Wood God, the other eight gods have exclusive portraits. Could it be that this portrait is a self-portrait of Wood God?" Ye Chen couldn't help but joking, but when he saw the portrait clearly, he was stunned.

The person painted in that picture is not the Wood God.

Instead, a man with an ordinary appearance, just like an ordinary mortal, without any excellence.

But when you look closely, you will see the man's eyes, deep and wise, as if it was the endless starry sky.

"Qin Shitian!" Ye Chen's eyes were frozen, and the person painted in the ninth picture was actually the third generation monarch of the Holy Clan!

Ye Chen took a breath of cold air, and the surprise in his heart was beyond replenishment.

In the ancient battle, Ye Chen saw with his own eyes that the nine gods joined forces to siege the Holy Mountain and vowed to completely wipe out the Holy Clan.

At that time, the Wood God was also in the list. When he faced Qin Shitian, he made almost merciless moves. Every move was earth-shaking and wanted to break up time and space.

However, at this time, in the Wood God Palace, there was a portrait of Qin Shitian in the Wood God’s painting room!

It is different from the portrait of the Heavenly Blood Holy Mansion. The portrait in front of Ye Chen is ordinary, ordinary, and even has a hint of gentleness, and there is no sense of domineering as a monarch of the Holy Clan at all.

"People who paint will usually incorporate their own thoughts into the picture. The Wood God painted the portrait of Qin Shitian, but there was no feeling of hatred. It seems that the relationship between these two people is very close." Ye Chen said in a low voice, looking at Qin Shitian's portrait, and suddenly felt enlightened.

No wonder when facing these pictures, the twelve ancient totems in the Yuanhai were so strange. Most of the time I felt the portrait of Qin Shitian, which resonated with it.

"It seems that the ancient war is not as simple as imagined. No one knows this dusty history except the nine gods. What's even more strange is that since that battle, the nine gods have either disappeared or died, and there has been no news since then. Most of the secrets here are there that are ulterior motives."

Ye Chen sighed slightly. The deeper he came into contact with the nine gods, the more he felt, as if a bottomless dark curtain was shrouded above his head.

Under the cover of the dark curtain, everyone, including him, could not know the true history of that year. Only through such a little guess can the truth be slowly restored.

However, Ye Chen did not think too much, nor did he feel helpless because of this. This history has passed. Even if he knows the truth, he will not change at all and follow the trend.

"It's a pity that all the portraits here have been sealed with mysterious seals. It's hard to take one or two of them away, otherwise I can break through the shackles of cultivation by observing these portraits." Ye Chen said with some regret.

Buzz!

Just as Ye Chen was about to leave the studio, an invisible force appeared in the hall, and the aura became stronger and stronger, turning into a terrifying vortex, covering Ye Chen, as if he was about to swallow it.

"What's going on?" Ye Chen's eyes froze. He suddenly felt an extremely cold aura oozing out of the vortex in front of him, as if it could destroy everything, making him feel palpitations.

Ye Chen stood there, his body was slightly stiff, feeling like he was chasing an ice cellar.

He felt like a humble ant, who would definitely be strangled to death by the vortex. He had no way to dodge, so he could only wait quietly for death to come.

"Wake up!" At this moment, the voice of the god came in an instant.

A clear aura flowed through his body, causing Ye Chen to suddenly come to his senses, and a sharp light burst out from his eyes. He stepped out and ran directly towards the vortex.

"Swallow!" Ye Chen opened his mouth and roared, his voice as thunder, easily shaking the vortex away, revealing a faint figure, holding a sharp blade in his hand, trying to pierce Ye Chen's heart.

A puff!

Ye Chen's fist penetrated the figure's body. Unexpectedly, no blood gushed out. The figure trembled violently for a few times and disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"Phantom?" Ye Chen couldn't help but suspicion. Just now, the moment the figure attacked was accompanied by the appearance of the illusion. If the god had not spoken out in time to remind him, Ye Chen might have capsized in the gutter.

"The Wood God is proficient in the three thousand left paths, and the Yuan formation is a no problem. It seems that this Wood God Palace is not as calm as imagined, but contains murderous intent." Ye Chen secretly warned himself that after entering the Wood God Palace, he was attracted by the portrait in front of him and had no sense of defense at all.

Even he is like this. Perhaps someone has been attacked to death in a certain place in the Wood God Palace, so maybe this is possible.

"Hmm?" At this time, Ye Chen felt another breath appear behind him. His eyes slowly sank, his body remained motionless, and the heavy punch hidden in his sleeve robe instantly blasted out.

"Ah!" Suddenly, a sharp female voice sounded, causing Ye Chen's body to freeze.

When he saw clearly who the visitor was, his eyes became more surprised, and he stopped, and he hurriedly took back his fist. Shou              jī Users Please visit
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