Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

Outside the artifact of ancient paintings.

There was no sound in Jiuchongtian Palace, and a group of monks stood in place, carefully looking at the scenes shown in the ancient painting artifact.

As time passed slowly, the monks present could feel that the emperor's strength was still growing.

"It's impossible to imagine."

"Dijun's physical condition has been damaged to such an extent, but the speed of cultivation has not been reduced by half." Many monks sighed.

The life of the emperor is really incredible. His talent is enough to shake all the ages of the Xuanyan Continent from ancient times to the present.

Now even though the essence and blood have been exhausted, the speed of practice is still as amazing as before.

You must know that in the current realm of practice, the Emperor Realm already belongs to the existence of the ceiling of cultivation, and if you want to go up, you need time to continue to settle.

After tens of thousands of years of accumulation, it is possible to reach the realm of reaching the sky in one step.

But it is conceivable that after reaching this state, the speed of practice can be increased rapidly without relying on instruments or other things.

The speed of practice will definitely become very slow.

Even a little bit of it is hard to come by.

But at this moment, on the body of Emperor Liang Lin, a group of monks did not find the existence of such restrictions.

This has surpassed a group of monks' understanding of the path of cultivation and the understanding of the 'Tao', they really have no way to figure it out.

"The previous ancestors believed that the most powerful potential of a monk is a tenacious heart."

"According to the current situation, the speed of the emperor's practice can be regarded as the mutual achievement of his Dao Xin."

Someone suddenly explained.

All the monks nodded lightly in unison, expressing their approval of what he said.

For them, it seems that this is the only reason why the emperor's cultivation speed is extraordinary.

He has gone through countless polishings, and his Taoist heart has long since become fearless, and the potential contained in it is naturally beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The group of monks fell silent, looking at the man in the ancient painting artifact who practiced hard day and night, their hearts were filled with unspeakable sadness.

From the moment Ye Luoyang revealed his plan.

The monks present already understood that all efforts were in vain, and the turmoil outside the territory had not been quelled at all.

They inevitably felt a sense of helplessness for the emperor, and the ending was already obvious. No matter how talented the emperor was, there was no way to change the established situation in the end.

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Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

In the emperor's bedroom.

Night fell, the moon was bright, and the foggy light shone through the half-opened windows into the room.

A white radiance reflected on the wooden floor.

On the bed, Liang Lin closed his eyes tightly. He breathed continuously, using his body to absorb the essence contained in the world.

It's like a real dragon is born, and the momentum is like a broken bamboo.

The sound of breathing is like thunder and explosions, deafening.

But outsiders could tell that this practice had encountered obstacles, and Liang Lin's frowning brows were deeply worried.

Behind him, three divine books appeared in the void.

Three completely different avenues are trying to blend with his body, causing the aura on his body to constantly change.

Some are like the ancestors of Taoism, some are like the leaders of the demon clan, and some are like the seals of gods and Buddhas.

But no matter what, these three kinds of avenues can't be integrated together. After trying to run the spell several times, Liang Lin's breath will definitely be in turmoil at the most important juncture, and he has endless killing intent in his heart, so he has no choice but to stop the spell he cast. Down.

"Ugh."

After an unknown amount of time, Liang Lin finally opened his eyes, and he let out a heavy sigh.

"The previous ancestors once left a method of word of mouth, blending the Dao of the three divine books together, and you can reach the realm of ascending to heaven."

"But these three avenues are completely different. They do not interfere with each other. They are independent and powerful. How do they blend together?"

Liang Lin shook his head slowly and sighed softly.

It's like walking into a dead end, and there is no way to find any way out.

But what can be confirmed is that once a way out is found, the emperor's strength can really skyrocket.

He merged with the Dao of Human Writing practiced by the Second Elder, resulting in a rapid increase in strength, and a brand-new Dao was derived, which is enough to prove that the predecessor's statement is correct.

But there is no other person in the world like the Second Elder of the Wu Clan.

He was able to blend with the Second Elder's 'Tao' because it contained many uncertain factors.

Liang Lin still had no way to integrate the Dao in the Heavenly Book into it.

"Fusing the three divine books, one can reach the realm of ascension to heaven. This is the result obtained by the previous ancestors, but who passed it on, and how was it confirmed?"
Liang Lin was a little puzzled.

At this moment, he thought of many people who had left.

The old emperor, the second elder, and even the Supreme Elder of the Demon Race, plus the uncle of the neighbor who made his life on the current path.

The latter two were obviously looking for this so-called road to heaven, but they all fell on this road of cultivation.

The first two also took a positive attitude towards this rumor, using their own cognition to teach Liang Lin step by step.

But it is obvious that this has never been confirmed. It can be known from the mouth of Dengtian outside the territory that there has never been a super strong person in the realm of ascending to heaven in Xuanyan Continent.

"Could it be that the words passed down by word of mouth by these ancestors are really just false rumors, and are the imaginations of the previous ancestors about reaching the realm of ascending to heaven and comforting future generations?"

At this point in his practice, Liang Lin even fell into the doubt that he couldn't get out.

He believes that this is a scam that has been planned for thousands of years.

Ascend to heaven is conceived innately. No one in Xuanyan Continent has reached the state of ascending to heaven. How can it be convincing that the three divine books that are rumored to be blended together can reach the state of ascending to heaven?
He sighed softly, his heart filled with a sense of loneliness.

Now he is the only one left, and there is no way to get definite answers to many questions that are still puzzling, and no one can guide him and answer questions.

He wants to know the answer, but doesn't know where to start.

It had gradually reached the middle of the night, and the emperor sat quietly on the bed, and the room was extremely silent.

Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

At this moment, the worry in Liang Lin's heart also infected the hearts of every monk present, making them subconsciously feel hopeless.

They really couldn't imagine what the emperor was like back then.

Bearing extremely heavy accusations, not knowing where the road ahead is, and not much time left, it takes a lot of courage to move forward firmly.