"Boy, every time the Jiuji Heavenly Book is opened, only one person can enter the Nine Books of Heavenly Books. Master Daoling cannot truly enter the book to save you, unless he can change the power of the laws in this Heavenly Book. So if you want to leave the Heavenly Books, you must enter the mural."

The middle-aged man said coldly.

Shen Lang frowned: "Ancestor Daoling clearly stated that if I was still trapped in the heavenly book within three days, he would enter the heavenly book and bring me out. Could it be that Ancestor Daoling lied to me?"

"Master Daoling did not lie to you, but you had a mistake in your understanding. This place is a closed space, but the mural connects to the outside world. As long as you enter the mural, even if you do not enter and 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 not have the chance to rescue you."

The middle-aged man said seriously.

"this……"

Shen Lang's face became a little ugly.

In other words, if you want to go out, you have to enter the mural horizontally and vertically. If you don’t enter the mural, you will be trapped here!

"Hmph, boy, since you really want to learn the magical powers of the Sword Realm, you should have been mentally prepared. What you saw before in the book was just the way of using the sword realm. And the way you really recorded the magical powers of the Sword Realm is in that mural."

The middle-aged man raised his hand and pointed to the huge mural in the air and said expressionlessly.

Shen Lang was shocked and said with a serious expression: "Senior, can you tell me what is recorded in the mural, why do these powerful seniors around him be so obsessed?"

A middle-aged man showed a mockery at the corner of his mouth: "Hmph, for the sake of being a younger generation, I can tell you. Every monk who enters the mural will see more or less different scenes, and there is always a reason to fall into it."

"I dare to ask seniors, no monk has ever been out of the mural?" Shen Lang asked.

"There are rumors, but I am the last group of Fangcunshan monks who entered the sword domain murals besides you. I don't know whether this matter is true or false. As for the guys around me, I have long lost my mind and can't tell me why."

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

"What?" Shen Lang was shocked.

"Of course, this death is not a real death, but a death in a mural. In addition, when a monk enters the mural, when the mural emits white light, it proves that the monks entering the painting are ordinary people of talent; if the mural emits purple light, it proves that they are stunning talents; if the mural emits golden light, it proves that they are the most talented in the ancient spiritual world and are unattainable!" the middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

When Shen Lang heard this, he felt a little strange.

The murals are shining with white light from beginning to end. Could it be that these powerful people from the Mahayana period are still ordinary people?

Shen Lang was extremely surprised. In short, he would not know what was in the mural without personally experiencing it.

He did not easily believe the middle-aged man, but prepared to wait for three days to see.

The middle-aged man seemed to be a chatterbox. He hadn't talked to anyone for almost 20,000 years. Now he finally had someone to talk to him, and he became more and more excited.

"Boy, if you want to enter the mural, I can send you in, but you will definitely not want to leave when you go in. That's fine. Anyway, I don't have someone to chat here, and it's good that you can stay with me to chat with in the future." The middle-aged man laughed.

"If you need it, then I'll ask senior..." Shen Lang casually echoed.

In a blink of an eye, three days passed.

Zhang Daoling really couldn't come to save him. Shen Langxin fell to the bottom of the valley. It seemed that what the middle-aged man said was true.

Through these three days of conversation, Shen Lang learned that the middle-aged man was named Lu Yun, and his cultivation level in the middle stage of Mahayana, was once Zhang Daoling's personal disciple.

Although he was trapped here, Shen Lang could feel it from Lu Yun's conversation that this person did not resent Zhang Daoling and blamed everything for his own choice.

Three days later, before Shen Lang could wait for Zhang Daoling, he had no choice but to go into the mural to find the exit and see what was inside.

Lu Yun laughed and said, "I finally had a guy who could chat. I hope you boy don't lose your mind so quickly."

"Senior, your life span is still there, so you can go out. If I am saved, what if I let Daoling Ancestor rescue you together?" Shen Lang said in a deep voice.

"Forget it, I stayed here on my own initiative. I don't care about the outside world. If I can't enter the world in this mural, I might as well let me die!" Lu Yun said with a serious expression.

Shen Lang was a little speechless, would he be poisoned to this extent?

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

"Wait for now!"

Lu Yun's eyes burst out with his brilliance, pulled Shen Lang up, and his body turned into a purple lightning, throwing Shen Lang into the mural with the momentum of lightning and thunder.

“Buzz!”

A large amount of white light was released from the mural, sucking Shen Lang in.

"Swoosh!"

The scenes around him changed rapidly, and Shen Lang stepped on the ground. When the scenes around him were clear, he found that he was in an endless sea of ​​blood.

The blood-red sea water rolled endlessly, exuding a terrifying aura.

"kill!!!"

A large number of roars and killing sounds came into his ears, and a strong smell of blood was floating in the air.

The breath of killing makes people's blood thrill!

"hiss!"

Shen Lang took a breath of cold air, and a large number of monks fought and killed in the sea of ​​blood. The scale was extremely large and there was no limit at first glance.

His location is located in the center of the ancient battlefield.

"roar!!!"

A huge roar like the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and a five-clawed golden dragon teared the space and bit it at him with lightning speed.

The violent and fierce aura made Shen Lang's scalp numb!

As he was about to be killed, Shen Lang's hand moved by himself. He waved his sleeves and flew out from his body, smashing all the space around him, and countless white blades attacked the five-clawed golden dragon.

The five-clawed golden dragon also released dazzling golden light all over, covering the surrounding space, trying to fight against the spreading white blade.

With a shocking sound, the golden space created by the five-clawed golden dragon collapsed directly. The huge five-clawed golden dragon was penetrated by a white sharp blade, and its body was crushed into pieces of flesh and blood mist, which was terrible.

"this……"

Shen Lang was shocked. Although his "physical body" is not controlled by him at the moment, he could still feel that his physical body has extremely powerful abilities, which is exciting!

This is by no means the power that ancient spiritual monks can have.

Shen Lang tried to control his body by himself and found that he could control this body himself, as if this was him, and could release the sword domain at will and kill the enemy invisibly.

Moreover, the cultivator he transformed into was extremely powerful.

"Hahaha!"
Chapter completed!