Chapter 2347

"Boy, only one person can enter the nine books of the book of heaven every time it is opened. Master Daoling can't really enter the book to save you unless he can change the power of the law in the book. So if you want to leave the book of heaven, you have to go into the murals. "

Said the middle-aged man.

Shen Lang frowned: "it's clear that if I was still trapped in the book of heaven within three days, he would bring me out of the book of heaven. Can't it be that the ancestors of Daoling lied to me? "

"Master Daoling didn't deceive you, but you misunderstood. This is a closed space, but the mural is connected with the outside world. As long as you enter the mural, even if you don't have access to the exit, master Daoling can forcibly take you out of the outside world. But if you don't enter the mural and stay here all the time, there is no chance for master Daoling to rescue you. "

The middle-aged man said positively.

"Here..."

Shen Lang's face became a little ugly.

That is to say, if you want to go out, you have to enter the mural vertically and horizontally. If you don't enter the mural, you will be trapped here!

"Hum, boy, since you really want to learn sword domain magic, you should be ready for it. What you saw in the book at that moment is only the way of sword field. And the real way to record the use of sword realm magic is in the mural. "

The middle-aged man raised his finger to the huge mural in the mid air and said without expression.

Shen Lang's whole body was shocked and his face was congealed. "Can you tell me what is recorded in the wall painting, and why do you make these great masters around so obsessed?"

The middle-aged man's mouth showed a touch of ridicule: "hum, for the sake of the younger generation, I can tell you. When every monk enters the mural, he will see different scenes, and there is always a reason to be trapped in it. "

"I dare to ask you, sir. No friar has ever gone out of the mural?" Asked Shen Lang.

"It's said that there are some, but I'm the last group of friars from fangcunshan who entered the mural in the sword Kingdom besides you. I don't know whether it's true or not. As for the guys around me, I have lost my mind and can't ask why. "

The middle-aged man shook his head and continued: "generally speaking, no matter what you see or encounter in the mural, the final result is basically death!"

"What?" Shen Lang was shocked.

"Of course, this death is not the real death, but in the mural. In addition, when a friar enters the mural, when the mural glows white, it proves that the friar who enters the mural is of ordinary talent; if the mural glows purple, it proves that he is of amazing talent; if the mural glows gold, it proves that tomorrow's talent is beyond the reach of the ancient spiritual world! " The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

When Shen Lang heard this, he felt strange.

The murals are all white from the beginning to the end. Are these great powers of Mahayana or ordinary talents?

Shen Lang is very surprised. In a word, without personal experience, we will not know what is in the mural.

He didn't trust the middle-aged man easily. Instead, he prepared to wait for three days.

The middle-aged man seems to be a talkative man. He hasn't talked with people for nearly 20000 years. Now he finally has a companion to talk with him. The more he talks, the more he tries.

"Boy, if you want to enter the mural, I can send you in, but you certainly don't want to leave. It's OK. Anyway, I'm short of someone to chat with. It's good that you stay with me to chat later. " The middle-aged man laughed.

"If you need it, please come on, elder..." Shen Lang echoed a few words.

In a flash, three days have passed.

Zhang Daoling really failed to save himself, and Shen Langxin sank to the bottom of the valley. It seems that this middle-aged man is telling the truth.

Through these three days of conversation, Shen Lang learned that the middle-aged man was named Lu Yun, the cultivation of the middle stage of Mahayana, who was also a personal disciple of Zhang Daoling.

Although trapped here, Shen Lang can feel it from Lu Yun's speech. He doesn't resent Zhang Daoling and blames everything on his own choice.

Three days later, Shen Lang didn't wait for Zhang Daoling, but he decided to enter the mural to find the exit. By the way, he saw what was in it.

Lu Yun said with a smile, "it's not easy to have a guy who can talk with you. I hope you don't lose your mind so soon."

"Elder, your Shouyuan is still here. You can go out. If I am saved, how about letting the ancestors of Daoling rescue you? " "Deep waves and deep voices.

"Well, I stayed here on my own initiative. I'm not nostalgic for the outside world. If I can't enter the world of murals, I'd better die! " Lu Yun's face is heavy.

Shen Lang is speechless. Do you want to be poisoned to this extent.

When the frescoes were white again, a friar came out of the painting.

"Now!"

Lu Yun's eyes burst out with pure light, pulling up the Shen wave, turning his body into a purple lightning, throwing the Shen wave into the mural with the momentum of lightning and thunder.

"Buzz!"

A lot of white light was released from the murals, which absorbed the waves.

"Whoosh!"

The scene around him changed rapidly, and the waves stepped on the ground. When the scene around him was clear, he found himself in the sky of a boundless sea of blood.

The blood red sea water rolled endlessly, sending out the breath of terror.

"Kill!!!"

A large number of roaring and killing sound came into his ears, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

The smell of killing makes people's blood flow out!

"Hiss!"

Shen Lang takes a breath of cold air, and a large number of monks fight and kill in the sky over the sea of blood. The scale is extremely huge, and it seems that they can't see the edge at a glance.

I am in the middle of the ancient battlefield.

"Roar!!!"

A huge roar came from the earth. A golden dragon with five claws tore up the space and tore at itself with the force of thunder.

That violent and fierce breath makes Shen Lang's scalp numb!

At the time of being killed, Shen Lang's hand moved by himself, waving his sleeve robe, nine flying swords flew out of his body, all the space around him was broken, and countless white blades attacked the five clawed Golden Dragon.

The five clawed golden dragon also radiates dazzling golden light, covering the surrounding space, trying to resist the spread of white blades.

The golden space created by the five clawed Golden Dragon directly crumbled. The huge five clawed golden dragon was pierced by a white blade, and its body was crushed into a piece of meat and blood fog, which was not obvious.

"Here..."

Shen Lang is surprised. Although his "body" is not controlled by himself at present, he can still feel that his body has a powerful ability, which makes people blood boil!

This is not the power that ancient spiritual monks could have.

Shen Lang tries to control his body, and finds that he can control the body himself, as if this is him. He can release the sword area at will and kill the enemy invisibly.

Moreover, the monk who incarnated himself is extremely powerful.

"Hahaha!"

Shen Lang is killing in the battlefield, feeling the *, uncontrolled loss brought by the incomparable power.