Chapter 2346: mural

If there is any difference, it is to be in the heavenly book, what Shen Lang sees is clearer than what he saw in the rubbings of the fairy book.
The Tiangang Pure Sun Sword Array displayed by the silver-haired man was also displayed by nine long swords with a star-like color, and countless sword shadows enveloped the entire peach forest.
The surrounding scenes instantly turned into a deep starry sky, and the sword shadow turned into nine stars, rotating, swallowing, either deep or nothing.
This is not as simple as destroying a space, but changing this space, and the silver-haired man becomes the absolute master of this space!
This was a supernatural power that Shen Lang could not even imagine.
With a wave of the silver-haired man's sleeves, countless black blades flew out of the nine stars, shattering the already shattered space again!
At this moment, the origin of the space seems to be destroyed, a large number of chaotic beams overflow from the space, and the powerful suction generated by the interweaving of numerous space cracks swallows the sky and the earth!
"Come!"
The silver-haired man spit out, the sword shadow covering the entire peach forest disappeared, and the surrounding scenes returned to normal.
Shen Lang still looked at everything like a bystander, and seemed to have a new insight.
Although Yun Henzi once said that the content in the rubbing should only be viewed once, repeated viewing will hinder his own thinking.
But the images in the book of heaven this day are clearer than those in the rubbings, and Shen Lang can also better understand the vigor and breath of the Gang Pure Sun Sword Formation that day.
Shen Lang seemed to have an epiphany, but after thinking about it, he didn't seem to have an epiphany.
"This sword formation can only be unspeakable, and I will only show it once. If the disciples can understand it, they can be regarded as a fairy fate."
The ethereal voice of the silver-haired man just fell, and everything in the peach forest gradually disappeared.
Shen Lang's mood was rather heavy, so it seemed that what Xi Feng said was true, and Yun Henzi really deceived himself. The rubbings of the fairy book originated from the sword domain in the Nine Extremes Book of Heaven.
The surrounding scenes are changing rapidly, quickly turning into a vast white space. At the end of the space stands a huge mural with nine flying swords painted on it.
"This is what Zhang Daoling said?"
Shen Lang was surprised secretly.
Because he discovered that there were eight monks standing under the mural!
The eight cultivators actually have the cultivation base of the Mahayana period, and they can feel the extremely terrifying spiritual pressure exuding them.
The eight people have different expressions, some bowed their heads in thought, some meditated and stared, and some others danced and danced...very weird.
at this time.
With a "buzz", the mural in mid-air gushed out a white light, and a middle-aged man with a disheveled hair came out of the mural with a frantic roar: "Hahaha, I will, I will be the sword domain. !"
After roaring, the man still held a wooden sword in his hand, making random gestures in the air, as if he was possessed.
As the man came out of the mural, the other eight monks rushed into the mural.
Shen Lang observed from a distance for a while, and couldn't help being surprised.
It seems that only one monk can enter the fresco at a time, but the monk who comes out of the fresco seems to be trapped in a certain hallucination for a long time, and the spirit is not normal.
If he guessed right, these nine monks were the powerful monks who were trapped in the Book of Nine Extremes, and they were also part of the powerful monks.
There are nine volumes in the Nine Extremes Book of Heaven, each of which records a completely different mysterious power in the profound realm. It is estimated that there will be such a powerful monk in the profound realm.
These powerful monks are without exception, they are in a certain crazy state as if they were possessed.
Shen Lang couldn't help but wonder, what is in the mural?
If it was just the display of the magical powers of the sword region just now, it shouldn't have caused so many powerful monks in the past to sink into this.
Among the nine powerful monks, the weakest is the early Mahayana, and the strongest is the late Mahayana!
Shen Lang tried to get close to the powerful monks who were waiting under the mural, but fortunately, the powerful monks seemed to have no hostility towards him and did not put him in the slightest.
"Every... Seniors?" Shen Lang tentatively asked.
As a result, only one of the eight people turned their eyes to Shen Lang, a middle-aged man wearing a purple crown and white clothes.
The man just looked at Shen Lang indifferently, without saying a word.
As for the other seven people, they didn't even look at Shen Lang, as if Shen Lang was like air, it didn't matter.
"Dare to ask this predecessor, what is in this mural?" Shen Lang became bold and asked.
The middle-aged man did not answer Shen Lang's question, but instead asked indifferently: "Boy, how did you enter the heavenly book?"
"It was Daoling ancestor who sent me in." Shen Lang said neither humble nor arrogant.
The middle-aged man sneered: "Hehe, it really is him. It's ridiculous, Master Dao Ling actually sent you a kid in the refining period to enter the Nine Extremes Book?"
Shen Lang always felt that there was something in the middle-aged man's words, and couldn't help but ask: "Listening to the tone of the predecessor, it seems that he is quite dissatisfied with the ancestor Daoling?"
"Hahaha, it's more than dissatisfaction. If it weren't for Master Daoling, how could I be trapped here all day long, obsessed with this broken mural like a walking dead!"
The middle-aged man said madly, with a trace of decadence between his brows.
"This is also because I haven't stayed in the mural for 20,000 years before I can talk to you. Look at these guys next to me. All of them have become crazy about losing their minds." The middle-aged man added.
Shen Lang's heart shuddered, and he wondered: "Why don't the seniors leave the Jiuji Tianshu in time and have to stay here?"
"Boy, you are new here. After you enter this mural and experience it, you will definitely not want to come out. The wonderful power of the body is really wonderful!"
The middle-aged man said and said, his face showed an indescribable feeling of intoxication, completely sinking into it and unable to extricate himself.
"Senior can you say clearly, what exactly is in the mural? Did Daoling ancestor harm you?"
"Boy, there is something in the mural, you can see for yourself. Master Daoling did not harm us, this is our own choice. We are subject to this broken mural for life, and hatred will inevitably occur in our hearts!" middle-aged man Hummed.
Shen Lang felt a little hairy in his heart because of this. What terrifying thing is in this mural that can make these powerful monks look like this?
Since this mural is so dangerous, Shen Lang didn't want to go in and watch it, and rationally told him to give up.
"Senior, how can the younger generation leave the Nine Extremes Book of Heaven?" Shen Lang asked respectfully.
"Leave the Nine Extremes Book of Heaven?"
The middle-aged man hummed: "The exit is in this mural, but as long as the monk who enters the Nine-East Book of Heaven, almost no one will choose to go out of the mural."
"what!"
Shen Lang frowned, but he did not expect that the exit in the Nine-Chi Tian Shu was in the mural.
If you want to go out now, don't you have to enter the mural?
Shen Lang really didn't want to take risks with his body. Zhang Daoling said before that if he couldn't come out for three days, he would personally enter the heavenly book to rescue himself.
Just wait for three days here.
Unfortunately, the next words of the middle-aged man made Shen Lang's heart sink to the bottom.