If there is any difference, being in the Book of Heaven, Shen Lang could see it more clearly than what he had seen in the rubbings of the Book of Heaven before.
The Tiangang Pure Yang Sword Formation used by the silver-haired man was also executed with nine long swords that were as bright as stars. Countless sword shadows enveloped the entire peach forest.
The surrounding scene instantly turned into a deep starry sky, and the sword shadow turned into nine stars, spinning and swallowing, either deep or silent.
This is not as simple as destroying a space, but changing this space. The silver-haired man has become the absolute controller of this space!
This was a supernatural power that Shen Lang could not even imagine.
As the silver-haired man waved his sleeves, countless black sword blades flew out from the nine stars, smashing the already fragmented space into pieces again!
At this moment, the origin of space seems to be destroyed, a large number of chaotic beams overflow from the space, and the powerful suction generated by the interweaving of countless space cracks swallows the sky and the earth!
"receive!"
The silver-haired man let out a soft sigh, and the sword shadow covering the entire peach forest disappeared, and the surrounding scene returned to normal.
Shen Lang still watched everything as a bystander, and seemed to have new insights.
Although Yun Henzi once said that you only need to read the contents of the rubbings once, repeated viewing will hinder your own thinking.
But the images in the book today are clearer than those in the rubbings, and Shen Lang can better appreciate the momentum and aura emanating from the Gang Chunyang Sword Array that day.
Shen Lang seemed to have an epiphany, but when he thought about it carefully, he didn't seem to have an epiphany.
"This sword formation can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. I will only show it once. If my disciples can understand it clearly, it will be regarded as an immortal fate for you."
As soon as the silver-haired man's ethereal voice fell, everything in the peach forest gradually disappeared.
Shen Lang felt quite heavy. From this point of view, what Xi Feng said was true, and Yun Henzi really deceived him. The rubbings of the Immortal Book originated from the Sword Domain in the Jiuji Heavenly Book.
The surrounding scene was changing rapidly and quickly turned into a vast white space. At the end of the space stood a huge mural with nine flying swords painted on it.
"Is this the mural Zhang Daoling mentioned?"
Shen Lang was secretly surprised.
Because he discovered that there were actually eight monks standing under the mural!
Those eight monks all had the cultivation level of the Mahayana stage, and one could feel extremely terrifying spiritual pressure emanating from their bodies.
The eight people had different expressions, some bowed their heads in deep thought, some were meditating and closing their eyes, and some were dancing...very weird.
Just then.
With a "buzz" sound, a white light burst out from the mural in mid-air. A middle-aged man with disheveled hair came out of the mural and roared crazily: "Hahaha, I know it, I know the sword field."
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After shouting, the man still held a wooden sword in his hand and gestured randomly in the air, as if he was possessed.
Just as the man came out of the mural, the other eight monks rushed into the mural.
Shen Lang observed it from a distance for a while, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
It seems that only one monk can enter the mural at a time, but the monks who come out of the mural seem to be trapped in some kind of hallucination for a long time and are not mentally normal.
If his guess was correct, these nine monks were the powerful ones trapped in the Jiuji Heavenly Book, and they were also part of the powerful monks.
There are nine volumes in the Jiuji Heavenly Book, and each volume records completely different magical powers in the Mysterious Domain. It is estimated that there will be powerful monks like this stranded in each volume in the Mysterious Domain.
These powerful monks, without exception, seemed to be possessed by a demon and were in some kind of crazy state.
Shen Lang couldn't help but wonder, what was in the mural?
If it was just the display of the magical power of the Sword Domain 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 one is in the early stage of Mahayana, and the strongest one is in the late stage of Mahayana!
Shen Lang tried to get closer to the powerful monks who were waiting under the mural. Fortunately, those powerful monks did not seem to be hostile to him and did not take him seriously at all.
"Everyone...seniors?" Shen Lang asked tentatively.
As a result, only one of the eight people turned his attention to Shen Lang, a middle-aged man wearing a purple crown and white clothes.
The man just looked at Shen Lang with an indifferent expression and said nothing.
As for the other seven people, they didn't even look at Shen Lang, as if Shen Lang was as unimportant as the air.
"May I ask this senior, what exactly is in this mural?" Shen Lang asked boldly.
The middle-aged man did not answer Shen Lang's question, but asked indifferently: "Boy, how did you get into the Book of Heaven?"
"It was Patriarch Daoling who sent me in." Shen Lang said neither humble nor overbearing.
The middle-aged man sneered: "Haha, it is indeed him. It's ridiculous, Master Daoling actually sent you a boy in the Void Refining Stage to enter the Jiuji Heavenly Book?"
Shen Lang always felt that there was something in this middle-aged man's words, and couldn't help but ask: "From the senior's tone, it seems that he is quite dissatisfied with Ancestor Daoling?"
"Hahaha, it's more than dissatisfaction. If it weren't for Master Daoling, how could we be trapped here all day long, obsessed with this broken mural like a walking zombie!"
The middle-aged man said crazily, with a hint of decadence between his brows.
"This is because I haven't stayed in the mural for twenty thousand years before I can talk to you. Look at these guys next to me. They are all so obsessed that they are about to lose their minds." The middle-aged man added.
Shen Lang felt a shiver in his heart and wondered: "Why don't the seniors leave Jiuji Tianshu in time and have to stay here?"
"Boy, you are new here. Once you enter this mural and experience it, you will definitely not want to come out. The wonderful power of the body is really wonderful!"
As the middle-aged man spoke, his face showed an indescribable feeling of intoxication, and he was completely immersed in it and could not extricate himself.
"Senior, can you tell me clearly what is in the mural? Did Ancestor Daoling harm you?"
"Boy, you can see for yourself what is in the mural. Master Daoling did not harm us. This is also our own choice. We will be subject to this broken mural for life, and it is inevitable that we will have hatred in our hearts!" The middle-aged man
Hummed.
Shen Lang felt a little scared when he said this. What kind of terrifying thing is there in this mural that can make these powerful monks look like this?
Since the mural was so dangerous, Shen Lang didn't want to go in and look at it, and reason told him to give up.
"Senior, how can this junior leave the Jiuji Heavenly Book?" Shen Lang asked respectfully.
"Leave Jiuji Heavenly Book?"
The middle-aged man hummed: "The exit is in this mural, but almost no monk who enters the Jiuji Heavenly Book will choose to exit from the mural."
"What!"
Shen Lang frowned, but he didn't expect that the exit from the Jiuji Heavenly Book was in the mural.
If he wants to go out now, doesn't he have to enter the mural?
Shen Lang really didn't want to put himself in danger. Zhang Daoling had previously said that if he couldn't come out for three days, he would personally enter the Book of Heaven to rescue himself.
Just wait here for three days.
Unfortunately, the middle-aged man's next words made Shen Lang's heart sink to the bottom.