Chapter 2346

If there is any difference, it is that Shen Lang is in the middle of the heavenly book. What Shen Lang saw is clearer than what he saw in the rubbings of the immortal book before.

The sky Gang pure Yang Sword array that the silver haired man used was also used by nine long swords with the color of stars. Countless swords wrapped the whole peach forest.

The surrounding scene suddenly becomes a deep starry sky, the sword shadow turns into nine stars, rotating, devouring, or deep, or silent.

This is not to destroy a space so simple, but to change this space, the silver haired man became the absolute controller of this space!

It's a supernatural power that Shen Lang can't even imagine.

With a wave of the silver haired man's sleeve robe, countless black swords fly out of the nine stars, cutting the originally broken space again!

At this moment, the origin of space seems to be destroyed, a large number of chaotic beams overflow from space, and numerous space cracks interweave with each other, resulting in a powerful suction!

"Take it!"

The silver haired man gave a light spit, and the sword shadow covering the whole peach forest disappeared, and the surrounding scene recovered as usual.

Shen Lang is still like a bystander who has seen everything and seems to have a new understanding.

Although yunxianzi once said that it's better to see the rubbings only once, and repeated viewing will hinder his thinking.

But the image in the book of heaven is clearer than that in the rubbings, and Shen Lang can better understand the momentum and breath of the gang pure Yang Sword array that day.

Shen Lang seems to have an epiphany, but if you think about it carefully, it seems that you have no epiphany.

"This sword array can only be unspeakable. I will only show it once. If the disciples can understand clearly, it's a kind of fairy fate. "

The voice of the silver haired man has just fallen, and everything in the peach forest is gradually disappearing.

Shen Lang is in a heavy mood. It seems that what Xi Feng said is true. Yunchenzi really deceived himself. The rubbings of Xianshu originated from the sword region of Jiuji Tianshu.

The scene around is changing rapidly, and quickly becomes a vast white space. At the end of the space, there is a huge mural with nine flying swords painted on it.

"This is what Zhang Daoling said about murals?"

Shen Lang is secretly surprised.

Because he found that there were eight monks standing under the mural!

The eight monks had the accomplishments of Mahayana period, and could feel the terrible spiritual pressure on them.

Eight people have different looks, some people bow their heads to ponder, some people meditate, some people dance It's weird.

Just then.

"Buzzing", a white light came out of the mural in the middle of the air. A middle-aged man came out of the mural with his hair on his head, and his mouth roared madly: "ha ha ha, I will. I can use the sword

After roaring, the man still had a wooden sword in his hand, making a random comparison in the air, just like being possessed.

Just as the man came out of the mural, the other eight monks rushed into the mural.

Shen Lang watched for a while, but he was surprised.

It seems that only one friar can enter the mural at a time, but the friar who comes out of the mural seems to fall into some kind of illusion for a long time, and his spirit is not very normal.

If he guesses right, these nine monks are the ones who fall into the book of nine poles, and they are also part of it.

There are nine volumes of Jiuji heavenly script, each of which records different supernatural powers in Xuanyu. It is estimated that there will be such powerful monks in each volume.

Without exception, these powerful monks are in a state of madness just like they are possessed.

Shen Lang can't help wondering, what's in the wall painting?

If it's just the display of sword realm supernatural power, it shouldn't let so many old powerful monks sink here.

Among the nine powerful monks, the weakest one is the early stage of Mahayana, and the strongest one is the later stage of Mahayana!

Shen Lang tries to get close to the powerful monks who are waiting under the murals. Fortunately, those powerful monks seem to have no hostility to themselves and don't pay any attention to him.

"Each Your predecessors? " Shen Lang asked tentatively.

As a result, only one of the eight turned to Shen Lang, a middle-aged man wearing a purple crown and white clothes.

The man just looked at Shen Lang indifferently and said nothing.

As for the other seven people, they didn't have a look at Shen Lang, which was as unimportant as air.

"What's in this wall painting, elder?" Shen Lang, emboldened, inquired.

The middle-aged man didn't answer Shen Lang's question, but asked coldly, "boy, how did you get into the book of heaven?"

"It was the father of Daoling who sent me in." Shen Lang said not lowly.

The middle-aged man sneered: "ha ha, it's really him. It's funny that master Daoling actually sent you a boy in the period of practicing emptiness into the nine pole heavenly script? "

Shen Lang always felt that the middle-aged man had something to say. He couldn't help asking, "it seems that he is dissatisfied with the old ancestor of Daoling, listening to the tone of his predecessors?"

"Hahaha, not only dissatisfaction. If it wasn't for master Daoling, would we be trapped here all day long, infatuated with this broken mural like a walking corpse! "

The middle-aged man said madly, with a trace of decadence between his eyebrows.

"It's also that I haven't been in the mural for 20000 years before I can talk to you. Look at these guys beside me. They are all possessed by fire and are losing their mind." The middle-aged man added.

Shen Lang's heart was filled with awe and wondered, "why do you have to stay here if you don't leave Jiuji Tianshu in time?"

"Boy, you are a new comer. When you get into the mural and experience it, you will never come up with it. That wonderful power of the body is really wonderful! "

Said the middle-aged man, his face showing an ineffable feeling of intoxication, completely lost in which he could not extricate himself.

"Can you tell me clearly what is in the mural? Did the ancestors of Daoling harm you? "

"Boy, what's in the mural? You can see it by yourself. Master Daoling didn't hurt us, which is our own choice. We are bound by this broken mural all our lives, and there will inevitably be hatred in our hearts! " Said the middle-aged man.

Shen Lang's heart is a little hairy. What's the horror in this wall painting that can make these powerful monks look like this?

Since the mural is so dangerous, Shen Lang doesn't want to go in and see it. His reason tells him to give up.

"Master, how can I leave Jiuji Tianshu?" Shen Lang asked respectfully.

"Leave Jiuji Tianshu?"

The middle-aged man hums: "the exit is in this mural, but almost no one will choose to go out of the mural if he enters the nine pole heavenly book."

"What!"

Shen Lang frowned tightly, but he didn't expect that the exit of Jiuji Tianshu was in the mural.

Don't you have to go into the murals if you want to go out now?

Shen Lang really didn't want to risk himself. Before that, Zhang Daoling said that if he couldn't come out in three days, he would enter the book of heaven and save himself.

Just wait here for three days.

Unfortunately, what the middle-aged man said next made Shen Langxin sink to the bottom of the valley.