Chapter 2347

"Boy, only one person can enter the nine books 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 of heaven. So if you want to leave the book of heaven, you have to enter the mural. "

Middle aged man is not cold not light said.

Shen Lang frowned: "Laozu Daoling clearly said that if I was still trapped in the book of heaven within three days, he would enter the book of heaven and bring me out. Is it possible that Laozu Daoling cheated me? "

"Master Daoling didn't cheat 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 there is no entrance or exit, master Daoling can force you out from the outside world. But if you don't enter the mural and stay here all the time, master Daoling will have no chance to rescue you. "

The middle-aged man was upright.

"This..."

Shen Lang's face became a little ugly.

That is to say that they want to go out and enter the mural vertically and horizontally. If they do not enter the mural, they will be trapped here!

"Hum, boy, since you really want to learn sword magic, you should be prepared for it. What you saw at that moment in the book was just the way to use sword field. It is in that mural that truly records the use of sword magic. "

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

Shen Lang was shocked all over his body, and his face was coagulated and said: "elder, can you tell me what is recorded in the wall painting and why do you make these great masters around you so obsessed?"

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

"Dare you ask me, no friar ever went out from the mural?" Shen Lang asked.

"There are rumors, but I am the last monk of fangcunshan who entered the mural of sword area except you. I don't know whether it is true or not. As for the guys around me, they have long lost their minds and can't find out why. "

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

"What?" Shen Lang was surprised.

"Of course, this death is not real death, but death in the mural. In addition, when a monk enters the mural, when the mural is covered with white light, it proves that the monk entering the painting is an ordinary person with natural talent; if the mural is covered with purple light, it is proved that he is a person with amazing talent; if the mural is covered with golden light, it proves that tomorrow's talent is absolutely superior to the ancient spirit world, and no one can reach it! " The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

Shen Lang felt strange when he heard this.

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

Shen Lang was very surprised. In a word, if you don't have a personal experience, you won't know what's in the murals.

Instead of trusting the middle-aged man, he prepared to wait for three days.

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

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

"If there is a need, please ask the elder..." Shen Lang echoed a few words.

In a flash, three days passed.

Zhang Daoling really failed to save himself. Shen Lang's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. It seems that what the middle-aged man said is true.

Through these three days of conversation, Shen Lang learned that the middle-aged man was Lu Yun. His accomplishments in the middle of Mahayana were also Zhang Daoling's disciples.

Although trapped here, Shen Lang can feel from Lu Yun's talk that he does not resent Zhang Daoling and blames everything on his own choice.

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

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

"Master, you are still alive. You can go out. If I am saved, how about letting Laozu Daoling save you together? " A deep voice.

"Well, I stayed here on my own initiative. I don't miss the outside world. If I can't enter the world in this mural, I'd better die! " Lu Yun's face is still heavy.

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

When the mural again gushed white light, a friar came out of the painting.

"Now!"

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

"Buzz!"

A large amount of white light is released from the mural, which absorbs the Shen wave.

"Whoosh!"The scenes around him changed rapidly, and Shen Lang stepped on the earth. When the scenes around him were clear, he found himself in the sky above a sea of endless blood.

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

"Kill

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

The breath of killing makes people's blood spurt!

"Hiss!"

Shen Lang took a breath of cold air, and a large number of friars fought and killed over the sea of blood. The scale was extremely large, and it could not see the boundary at a glance.

Their position is just in the center of the ancient battlefield.

"Roar

A huge roar like the earth shattering came, and a five clawed Golden Dragon tore up the space and bit it towards itself with lightning speed.

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

When he was about to be killed, Shen Lang's hand moved by himself, waved his sleeve robe, and nine flying swords flew out of front of him, crushing all the surrounding space, and countless white sharp blades attacked the five clawed Golden Dragon.

I saw that the five claw golden dragon also released dazzling golden light, covering the surrounding space, trying to counter the spread of the white blade.

The golden space created by the five claw golden dragon was smashed directly. The huge five claw golden dragon was pierced by a white sharp blade, and its body was crushed into pieces of flesh and blood mist, which was not to be seen.

"This..."

Shen Lang was shocked. Although his "body" is not under his control, he can still feel that his body at the moment has a strong ability, which makes his blood boil!

This is by no means the power of the ancient spiritual friars.

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

What's more, the self incarnation of this monk is so powerful that it makes people hate.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Shen Lang wantonly killed in the battlefield, felt the incomparable power brought * and lost it uncontrollably.

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