Xiang Feng didn't ask any more questions, and nodded immediately.
But for a moment, they arrived at a side hall.
"The area of this hall is quite large, and it is quite far from the battle center outside. When they fight here, it should be two or three minutes. Then I will find a way to drag it for two or three minutes."
Xiang Feng said to Duan Jing: "Anyway, I will do my best to block those remnants of souls, and the rest depends on your senior sister."
Duan Jing nodded.
Then, he glanced at the long sword in Xiang Feng's hand, "Can you lend me this sword?"
Xiang Feng handed over without hesitation, "Of course!"
Although this is a spiritual sword at least above the ground level, Xiang Feng is very straightforward for Duan Jing to use.
Duan Jing also knew that the sword was of high quality, so she couldn't help but laugh.
After taking the long sword, the spiritual energy in her body began to flow and condensed towards the long sword.
In an instant, her temperament changed drastically, as if she had transformed into a literati and poet, exuding a unique fragrance of books, which made people unable to help but feel admiration.
"Senior Sister Duan is going to paint, right?"
Liu Ruyun also guessed something and couldn't help asking.
The others were even more confused!
Especially Chen Xiang and his group of people, they didn’t know that Duan Jing had the inheritance of the Painting Saint, and they were actually a little dissatisfied, thinking that it was too risky for them to stay here.
"Well, my senior sister should be planning to use swords as pens and spiritual energy as ink."
Xiang Feng nodded and smiled, "Although we have never seen the style of the painting saint three hundred years ago, I believe that Senior Sister Duan will definitely not be worse than him in the future!"
"Drawing Saint?"
Chen Xiang, Lin Jingyi and others looked at each other with shock.
Could this Duan Jing have obtained the inheritance of the painting saint?
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"
The long sword flutters and the spiritual energy is spreading.
Duan Jing uses sword as the wolf's hair and spiritual energy as the ink.
Whenever the sword falls, a trace will be printed in the void.
She started to do it very quickly, and everyone could only hear the sound of a continuous wave of the sword.
Half a minute later...
"Door? Are these two stone doors?"
"Is this stone gate... real or fake? Why does it feel like it is real?"
"I'll go! She must have really obtained the inheritance of the Painting Saint, otherwise it would be impossible to draw a stone door with just a sword!"
In front of everyone, two huge stone doors appeared, five meters high and three meters wide.
The atmospheric stone door exudes a strong sense of mystery, which makes people want to push it open and find out.
Xiang Feng also had a smile on his face.
Sure enough, my senior sister now has some of the style of a painting saint.
In time, you will surely be able to grow into a true painting saint.
While happy, Xiang Feng was also carefully looking at the two stone doors.
He vaguely felt that this stone gate was extremely not simple, it contained many mysteries, and it had a bit of a taste similar to the spiritual array.
"Xiang Feng, your senior sister is already a quasi-spiritual formation master. Moreover, she is also a third-grade spiritual formation master."
At this time, the sound of symbols sounded in Xiangfeng's mind.
"Third-grade spiritual formation master?"
Xiang Feng raised his eyebrows, "Is it amazing?"
He was not sure about the level division of the spiritual formation master.
"It's not that great. The position of the third-grade spiritual formation master in the ancient martial arts world is just comparable to that of the low-level divine realm."
Symbol said carelessly: "Because the spiritual array set up by a third-grade spiritual array master can easily kill any martial saint strongman under the divine realm. Even if a low-level divine realm enters it, it will be more troublesome if you accidentally enter it."
"Hiss! So awesome?"
Xiang Feng took a breath.
So, Senior Sister Duan’s current status is already comparable to that of a powerful person in the Divine Realm?
Can Senior Sister Duan easily set up a formation to easily kill the remaining souls in front of her?
The symbol seemed to guess what Xiang Feng was thinking and continued: "But your senior sister is still too weak in cultivation, and she has not learned the spiritual array systematically, so she can only integrate the spiritual array into the painting. Or in other words, she is laying it out.
An illusion. After her painting was made, the people under the Seven-Star Martial Saint could be trapped for at least ten days and a half months. Of course, those remnants of souls are extraordinary, and they cannot be measured by their superficial strength alone, but I want to be trapped.
Two days shouldn't be a big problem."
"That's very good too!"
With the symbol, Xiang Feng was completely relieved.
One or two days is enough!
Now he cannot continue to use the power of Baixing Tianhuo. If he wants to defeat the remaining souls of the six-star peak martial saint, he must take advantage of this or two days to quickly improve his cultivation.
"Looking back, you can ask your senior sister Duan if you are interested in learning the spiritual array. If you are interested, I can organize some of the spiritual array knowledge I remember and learn it for her. Since she has such a good foundation, she has such a good foundation.
It would be a pity if you don’t learn the spiritual array.” said the symbol.
"Then you must be interested. Just organize it for me later."
Xiang Feng agreed without hesitation.
At this time, Duan Jing did not stop and continued to wield her sword to paint.
This time, she spent a full minute drawing a bluestone path with almost no end.
On the left side of the road is the forest, and on the right side is the river.
And ahead, there was a thick mist, and I couldn't see my five fingers.
But when everyone saw this path, they felt that as long as they stepped into it, they would not help but walk to the end and find out.
"This road is so weird..."
"The Painting Saint is the Painting Saint. A random path is drawn, as if it contains the truth of martial arts, which makes people want to find out."
"If the remnants of the souls outside set out on this road, they must at least walk on it for half a day, right?"
Chen Xiang and others were amazed.
Duan Jing continued to paint.
On her forehead, fine beads of sweat had oozed.
This was the first time she painted like this, and the consumption was extremely huge.
But at the moment of life and death, I don’t care about so much.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!"
Just then, there was a roar outside the hall.
The riotous spiritual energy surged, causing the surrounding space to shake violently.
"Here you come!"
"Is that fast? Those hundreds of warriors, wouldn't they be killed by the remnant souls?"
"It shouldn't be killed all of them. Look, some people are running towards us. The one running in the front is the red voice witch Liang Junru!"
"There are all remnants of souls behind them, and...these remnants of souls seem to be stronger!"
Chen Xiang and others looked at Liang Junru and many remnants of souls running over, and their expressions instantly became extremely solemn.
Immediately, they looked towards the wind.
"Go out and stop these remnants of souls!"
Xiang Feng took a breath and let Liu Ruyun stay, while he himself rushed out of the hall without saying a word and stood on the corridor outside.
Chen Xiang and others gritted their teeth and followed.
They knew very well that there would definitely be a fierce battle next.
After this battle, these people are afraid that they will lose their employees!