Chapter 3292

In the main hall of the seven palaces.

The emperor in Royal robe stood in the center of the hall, and Yuan Tianzong was bending down to report the news to him.

Just then, Shen Lang walked into the hall.

"I've seen master Tianying and the Lord of the palace!"

Shen Lang immediately bowed to the two people, Tianying ancestor and yuantianzong.

"Ha ha ha, Shen LANGTU, please get up!"

The ancestor of the sky shadow turned into a white light and came to Shen Lang in a flash. He helped Shen Lang up with a smile and showed great enthusiasm.

"I have succeeded in winning the championship and fulfilled my promise to the master, even though I was entrusted by the master." Shen Lang said in a positive tone.

"I already know about it. Shen langtu'er, you have done well this time. You didn't let me down. " The old ancestor of Tianying patted him on the shoulder and said, his face all smiles and blooms.

Not only was there no disappointment, but the ancestors of Tianying were shocked by Shen Lang's performance.

The spirit power of the monks at the level of immortals is extremely strong. The ancestor of Tianying only sits in the main hall of the seven holy palaces, and the divine sense has peeped into the whole process of the martial arts club, including the battle between Shen Lang and Dai Tian.

It's better than the shadow of heaven. He never thought that Shen Lang's talent could be so rebellious. In just a dozen days, you can cultivate the Yisheng Zhenjun mantra to this level.

It's such a terrible talent that the great ancestor of Tianying feels inconceivable. He only feels that the person who breaks the law and saves the world can't be speculated by common sense.

In a word, he was very happy to receive Shen Lang as an apprentice.

"Master Mu praised. I just did what I should do." Shen Lang said not lowly.

"Good."

The heavenly shadow ancestor nodded and praised. He saw that Shen Lang looked more and more comfortable. He laughed and said, "now that you have won the championship, I will go to a place with you and give you a great creation."

"Thank you very much, master!"

Shen Lang didn't ask where it was, so he opened his mouth to thank him. He thought that the ancestor of Tianying would not pit himself.

The ancient ancestor of Tianying stopped talking nonsense and rolled up a light to hide. He covered the waves and flew away from the hall towards the north of chessboard mountain.

There is a huge peak in the north of Qipan mountain, named "yundai mountain". It is the highest peak, and it is also the reclusive place of the ancient ancestor of Tianying, the forbidden area of the seven holy palaces.

Yundai mountain is shrouded in seven colorful clouds all the year round. The purple air comes from the East. It is the place where the whole Qipan mountain is full of chaotic spirit.

The ancient ancestor of Tianying didn't take shenlang to his residence, but took shenlang to a cold pond cave at the foot of the mountain.

Outside the cave, there were layers of forbidden packages. Shen Lang saw that the ancestor of Tianying had taken out three forbidden tokens, which opened the forbidden outside the cave.

Into the cave, the cold air overflowed, everything in the cave was frozen, blowing a storm of ice, chilled to the bone.

The cold here is weird and strong. Ordinary people, monks and immortals, break into it for fear that they will be frostbitten in minutes.

Shen Lang is shivering all over with cold. Only after nine turns of golden body, can he completely resist the cold in the cave.

He went deep into the cave with the ancestor Tianying, and came to the deepest part of the cave.

There is a stone platform in front of us. There is an ancient picture floating on it.

The picture shows a lame old man bowing to an old man riding a blue bull and an old man riding a white crane in the sky.

"Is this picture?"

Shen Lang is a little distracted and can't help wondering.

"The painting is called" the painting of worshiping immortals ", which is a heritage left by our ancestors in Meishan." The old ancestor Fuxu said, with a solemn face.

"Heritage?"

Shen Lang was surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that the ancestral inheritance repeatedly mentioned by the ancient ancestor of Tianying was this ancient painting.

"Not bad. This painting of worshiping immortals has a good beginning. I will tell you about it. " "In the past, when Erlang Xiansheng and Zhenjun were granted Tianting war god by Emperor Haotian, all kinds of gods and gods in Tianting will come to congratulate and present gifts. At that time, Erlang was as good as the sun. All the gifts and treasures that he received were rare

"The painting of worshiping immortals is a treasure given to Erlang Zhenjun by Tieguai Li, the first of the Eight Immortals in Shangdong. However, Zhenjun didn't like calligraphy and painting, so he rewarded the painting to his ancestors, the Seven Saints of Meishan." "The ancestors once said that if the immortal worship map is used by people who have Tao heart, they can obtain the great creation. Unfortunately, the ancestors of Meishan are all demon monks, and Daoxin can only be possessed by the monks of the human race. Neither the ancestors nor the descendants of Meishan can enter this painting to see the mystery, so it has been handed down to this day. "

"It's said in the ancestor's last words that if the later generations meet the person who broke the calamity and saved the world, they can give the painting to him."

It's said by the ancient ancestor of sky shadow.

The secret of this painting of worshiping immortals is only known by the ancestor Tianying. The ancestor Tianying didn't want to give this painting to the descendants of the Seven Saints. He didn't know the principle that fat water doesn't flow into the fields of other people, mainly.

"I see."

Shen Lang nodded a little. I didn't expect that this ordinary ancient painting had such an origin.

The Eight Immortals in Shangdong are also famous Tianting star generals. Tieguaili, as the head of the eight immortals, is said to be a disciple of taishanglaojun and has a very high status.

Since the painting of worshiping immortals is a congratulatory gift from tieguaili to Erlang Xiansheng and Zhenjun, it must be extraordinary.

"Shen langtu'er, there is no danger in the picture of worshiping immortals. You can enter the picture now. It depends on your own ability whether you can achieve creation as the ancestors said! "

The face of the ancient ancestor Tianying congealed.

"Yes, sir!"

Shen Lang hugs his fists. His mood is a little complicated. He accepts the kindness of Seven Saints of Meishan.

As a sect founded by the Seven Saints of Meishan, the Seven Saints Palace should repay their kindness for their love and reason. What they can do is to protect them well.

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Shen Lang got rid of his thoughts and came to the picture of worshiping immortals. He stared at the scene in the picture and his divine sense was immersed in it.

It seems that there is mysterious energy in the painting. In a trance, the heart of the waves shakes and the spirit flies out of the body and flies into the picture of worshiping immortals.

"Buzz!"

When Shen Lang's soul flew into the painting of worshiping immortals, a large white light was emitted to wrap his soul.

Shen Lang lost his mind for a moment. When he regained his consciousness, he found that he was surrounded by clouds. He didn't know when he had regained his body, but the chaos spirit power in his body was empty and his magic power was all gone.

"Tut!" Shen Lang has seen the world at all times. He suppresses the panic in his heart and secretly says that he has entered the painting. The space in the painting may follow the force of the established rules, which makes him unable to use the chaotic spiritual force, which is equivalent to the total loss of the magic force

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Listen to the old ancestor Tianying saying that there is no threat in the picture of worshiping immortals, and there is not much meaning in the Shen wave. After passing through a white cloud, he fell into a mountain forest like willow catkins in the breeze.

When Shen Lang felt strange, he suddenly heard a rough song coming from Lin Zheng.

I saw a lame old man walking in the deep forest, holding a crutch in his right hand, a huge wine gourd in his left hand, and singing a ballad of unknown name in his mouth. Although the lame old man is shabby in clothes and ugly in appearance, he is full of energy, smile and a sense of awe!