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In front of the late quasi-sage who beheaded the three corpses, he was still a dish.

But this does not mean that his strength is weak. After all, from the prehistoric era to the present, quasi-sages are all top-notch existences.

But now in the era of the Three Realms, when the saint disappeared, Ji Jiuxu could already be called a powerhouse in the first echelon below the quasi-sage.

Even so, his mind sank into the rags, and he could only hold on for a moment. If it was any longer, his mind might collapse.

"Also, what is the picture in the rag? With my current strength, I can't even see it clearly?"

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Ji Jiuxu's eyes fell on the gaps in the rags,

The uneven gap looks ordinary, but if you look closely, it gives people a feeling that it can tear everything apart.

"It should be because of this gap that I can only hold on for a moment."

"After my mind sank into it, I felt that terrifying tearing power."

"Of course, it's not ruled out that it's because of those three drops of blood..."

Those three drops of blood were extremely bright, as if they had gone through endless years and still maintained their original appearance, not eroded by time.

No matter what kind of guess it was, Ji Jiuxu didn't try to check the rags for the sake of caution.

No matter what the ultimate secret is, if one's mind is torn apart and becomes demented, then the loss outweighs the gain.

However, Ji Jiuxu did not give up exploring the secrets,

Just now his mind sank into the rags, the pictures that flashed in his mind, but he couldn't see clearly, it doesn't mean he didn't see them,

In that short moment, the images that flashed by have been left in his mind.

Gradually, Ji Jiu's heart was empty,

He didn't seek to see all the pictures clearly, but completely concentrated his mind on the first picture.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the contents of the picture clearly.

……

In the picture, it turned out to be the square in front of Zixiao Palace.

However, the square was not as empty as it is now, and many figures arrived one after another.

Under the high platform at the end of the square, put futons one by one,

The six futons in front already have a figure,

Ji Jiuxu saw the Taishang Laojun inside. To be precise, he should be the Taiqing saint who has not yet been sanctified.

"Is this the picture of Hongjun preaching?" He knew it clearly.

It was obvious who the others were on the six futons.

Master Tongtian of Shangqing, Tianzun of Yuanshi Yuqing, Empress Nuwa, Patriarch of Hongyun, Patriarch of Kunpeng.

The next screen, the things shown are also familiar to Ji Jiuxu,

Before Patriarch Hongjun gave his sermon, Patriarch Hongyun was sitting on the fifth futon.

But unable to stand up to the entreaties of Jieyin and Zhunti, he gave up his position to the Taoist Jieyin,

But Jieyin and Zhunti were not satisfied, and drove the sixth Patriarch Kunpeng off, and Taoist Zhunti sat on it.

Then, Hongjun preached, saying that there should be eight saints in the world, so he took out seven Hongmeng purple qi,

Six of them were given to the Sanqing sage, the second sage of the West, and Empress Nuwa on the first six futons, and the seventh was given to Patriarch Hongyun.

The content of the following screen is that the ancestor Hongyun was chased and killed by the angry ancestor Kunpeng all the way, and there were other great supernatural beings who secretly shot,

In the end, this unlucky man in the prehistoric world was beaten out of his wits by the Kunpeng Patriarch.

……

"There must be something to hate about a poor person. To be a good person? No wonder he was calculated." Ji Jiuxu shook his head secretly, "It's good to have kind thoughts in your heart, but you can't be a good person!"

Then, just when he thought the first picture was over,

The content on the screen flashed again, and there was new content!

"Ok?"

Ji Jiuxu saw through the screen,

After an unknown amount of time, on the boundless prehistoric land, the remnant soul of Patriarch Hongyun appeared, and then fled to the Netherland, intending to reincarnate.

Unexpectedly, two golden lights suddenly fixed the remnant soul of Patriarch Hongyun.

Two figures appeared afterward, they were Jieyin and Zhunti.

"Senior brother, is it complete after some calculations?" Zhunti laughed.

"No flaws, no omissions, perfect." Jieyin nodded slightly, "Hongyun got that piece of rag, and he was murdered for himself.

This time, by taking advantage of the situation, you and I not only got the rags, but also got the holy position in this world by accident, which can be called a great harvest! "

"It's just a pity that the primordial purple energy is incomparably mysterious. The moment the red cloud body fell, it was invisible. We searched this world for a long time just now, but we couldn't find it." Zhun Ti said.

"Earlier, Daoist Hongjun had prophesied that if there is gain, there will be loss. Perhaps this Hongmeng purple energy is where the loss lies." Jie Yin shook his head.

"What brother said is very true. It's fine if you don't get it. If you do get it, don't get involved in any karma." Zhun Ti said.

Afterwards, the two looked at the remnant soul of Patriarch Hongyun.

"That rag is a thing of chaos, so you don't have to worry about any karma in this world." Jieyin laughed again.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and shot another golden light, directly taking something out of the remnant soul of Patriarch Hongyun.

It was that bloody rag!

After finishing all this, the two looked at each other and smiled, both of them were surprised, and then sank their minds into the rags at the same time.

But it was only a breath, and they withdrew their minds with pale faces.

"This thing is so mysterious that even you and I can only see a small part of it." Zhunti was quite surprised.