Chapter 2347: Ancient battlefield

"Boy, only one person can enter the nine books of the heavenly book every time you open it. Master Daoling can't really enter the book to save you unless he can change the power of the laws in the heavenly book. So you want to leave the heavenly book. , Must enter the mural."
The middle-aged man said nonchalantly.
Shen Lang frowned: "The Dao Ling Ancestor clearly said that if I were still trapped in the heavenly book within three days, he would enter the heavenly book and bring me out. Couldn't the Dao Ling Ancestor deceive me?"
"Master Daoling did not lie to you, but you misunderstood. This place is a closed space, but the mural is connected to the outside world. As long as you enter the mural, even if there is no exit, Master Daoling can forcefully move from the outside world. You take it out. But if you don’t enter the mural and stay here, Master Daoling will not have a chance to rescue you."
The middle-aged man said sternly.
"This……"
Shen Lang's face became a little ugly.
In other words, if you want to go out, you have to enter the mural anyway. If you don't enter the mural, you will be trapped and die here!
"Huh, boy, since you really want to learn the magical powers of the sword domain, you should have prepared yourself. What you saw at the moment in the book was only the way the sword domain was used. And the real record of the use of the sword domain magical powers is In the mural."
The middle-aged man pointed his finger at the huge mural in mid-air and said blankly.
Shen Lang was shocked, and his face solemnly said: "Senior can tell the younger generation, what is recorded in the mural, and why are these powerful seniors around me so obsessed?"
The middle-aged man showed a mockery at the corner of his mouth: "Huh, for the sake of the younger generation, I can tell you. Every monk enters the mural and sees different scenes, and there is always a reason to fall into it. ."
"Dare to ask senior, has no monk ever gone out of the mural?" Shen Lang asked.
"There are rumors, but I am the last group of monks from Fangcunshan who entered this sword domain mural besides you. I don't know whether this is true or not. As for the guys beside me, they have long lost their minds and asked if they could not. Make it clear."
The middle-aged man shook his head and continued: "Generally speaking, no matter what you see in the mural or what you encounter, the final outcome is basically death!"
"What?" Shen Lang was startled.
"Of course, this death is not a real death, but a death in the mural. In addition, when the monk enters the mural, when the mural glows white, it proves that the monk who enters the painting is an ordinary person with talent; if the mural glows purple, it proves It is a person with amazing talent; if the murals shine with golden light, it proves that talent is the best in the ancient spirit world, and no one can reach it!" the middle-aged man said solemnly.
Shen Lang felt a little strange when he heard this.
The murals are glowing with white light from beginning to end. Could it be that these Mahayana powers are still ordinary people with ordinary talents?
Shen Lang was shocked. In short, if you don't experience it yourself, you won't know what is in the mural.
He did not easily believe the middle-aged man, but prepared to wait three days to see.
The middle-aged man seems to be a talkative. He hasn't spoken to anyone for nearly 20,000 years, and now he finally has one to speak with him.
"Boy, if you want to enter the mural, I can send you in, but you definitely don’t want to leave. That’s fine, anyway, I’m short of someone who can chat with me. It just so happens that you kid stay and chat with me in the future. "The middle-aged man laughed.
"If you need it, then please seniors..." Shen Lang casually echoed a few words.
In an instant, three days passed.
Zhang Daoling really failed to save herself, and Shen Lang's heart sank to the bottom. It seemed that what the middle-aged man said was true.
Through these three-day conversations, Shen Lang learned that this middle-aged man was named Lu Yun, and his cultivation in the middle of the Mahayana was once a direct disciple of Zhang Daoling.
Although trapped here, Shen Lang could feel from Lu Yun's conversation that this person did not resent Zhang Daoling and blamed everything on his own choice.
Three days later, Shen Lang didn't wait for Zhang Daoling to come, but in desperation, he decided to enter the mural to find the exit, and by the way, take a look at what was inside.
Lu Yun laughed and said, "It's hard to have a guy who can chat. I hope you don't lose your mind so quickly."
"Senior, your longevity is still there, and you can go out. If I am saved, how about letting Daoling ancestor rescue you together?" Shen Lang said solemnly.
"No matter, I took the initiative to stay here. I don't miss the outside world. I can't enter the world in this mural. It's better to let me die!" Lu Yun said solemnly.
Shen Lang was a bit speechless, should he be poisoned to such a degree.
When white light gushes from the mural again, a monk emerges from the painting.
"Take advantage of it now!"
Lu Yun burst into light from his eyes, pulling Shen Lang, his body turned into a purple lightning, and he threw Shen Lang into the mural with the momentum of lightning rushing through the thunder.
"Buzz!"
A large amount of white light was released from the mural, and Shen Lang was sucked in.
"Wow!"
The surrounding scenes changed rapidly. Shen Lang stepped on the ground. When the surrounding scenes became clear, he actually found himself in an endless sky.
The blood-red sea was rolling endlessly, exuding a terrifying breath.
"kill!!!"
A lot of roaring and killing sound came into his ears, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
The breath of killing makes people burst into blood!
"hiss!"
Shen Lang took a deep breath, and a large number of monks fought and killed in the sea. The scale was extremely large, and it seemed that the edge could not be seen at a glance.
His position is right in the center of the ancient battlefield.
"Roar!!!"
There was a huge roar like the sky and the earth cracking, and a five-clawed golden dragon shredded the space and bit at itself with a thunderous force.
That violent and violent aura made Shen Lang's scalp numb!
When he was about to be exterminated, Shen Lang's hand moved on his own. He waved his sleeves, and the nine flying swords flew out in front of him, shredding all the surrounding space, and countless white sharp blades attacked the five-claw golden dragon. go with.
I saw that the five-clawed golden dragon also released dazzling golden light, covering the surrounding space, trying to counter the spreading white sharp blade.
With a loud noise, the golden space created by the five-clawed golden dragon was directly shattered. The huge five-clawed golden dragon was pierced by a white blade, and the body was crushed into pieces of flesh and blood, which was terrible.
"This……"
Shen Lang was taken aback. Although his "physical body" was not under his control at the moment, he could still feel that his physical body at this moment possessed extremely powerful abilities, which made people excited!
This is definitely not the power that ancient spiritual world monks can have.
Shen Lang tried to control the body by himself, and found that he could also control this body, as if he was himself, able to release the sword domain at will, killing the enemy invisible.
Moreover, the monk that he incarnates into is extremely powerful and outrageous.
"Hahaha!"
Shen Lang slaughtered wantonly in the battlefield, feeling the unparalleled power brought about, lost in it uncontrollably.