Xiang Feng didn't ask any more questions and immediately nodded in agreement.
After a while, they came to a side hall.
"This hall is not small. It is quite far away from the battle center outside. It should take two or three minutes for them to fight here. When the time comes, I will find a way to delay it for another two or three minutes."
Xiang Feng said to Duan Jing: "In short, I will try my best to block those remnant souls, and the rest is up to you, senior sister."
Duan Jing nodded.
Then, he glanced at the long sword in Xiang Feng's hand and said, "Can you lend me your sword?"
Xiang Feng handed it over without hesitation, "Of course!"
Although this is a sword that is at least an earth-level spiritual weapon, Xiang Feng was very easy to use it for Duan Jing.
Duan Jing also knew that this sword was of high quality, so she couldn't help but smile.
After taking the long sword, the spiritual energy in her body began to circulate and condensed towards the long sword.
In an instant, her temperament suddenly changed dramatically, as if she had transformed into a literati, exuding a unique scholarly atmosphere, which made people couldn't help but admire her.
"Senior Sister Duan, are you going to paint?"
Liu Ruyun also vaguely guessed something and couldn't help but ask.
The others were even more confused!
Especially Chen Xiang and his group didn't know that Duan Jing had the inheritance of a painting sage, so they were actually a little dissatisfied, thinking that it would be too risky for them to stay here.
"Well, senior sister should be prepared to use the sword as the pen and the spiritual energy as the 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!"
"Painting Saint?"
Chen Xiang, Lin Jingyi and others looked at each other in shock.
Could it be that Duan Jing was inherited from that painting saint?
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The long sword flutters and the spiritual energy flows.
Duan Jing uses the sword as the wolf hair and the spiritual energy as the ink.
Every time the sword falls, a trace will be printed in the void.
She moved very quickly, and everyone could hear only the continuous sound of the sword being swung.
Half a minute later...
"Door? Are these two stone doors?"
"Is this stone gate... real or fake? Why does it feel like it's real?"
"I'll go! She must have really received 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 majestic stone door exudes a strong sense of mystery, making people want to push it open and take a closer look.
Xiang Feng also had a smile on his face.
Sure enough, senior sister now has the grace of a painting saint.
Given time, he will be able to grow into a true painting saint.
While he was happy, Xiang Feng was also looking carefully at the two stone doors.
He had a vague feeling that this stone gate was extremely extraordinary and contained many mysteries, somewhat similar to a spiritual formation.
"Xiang Feng, your senior sister is already a quasi-spiritual formation master. Moreover, she is also a third-level spiritual formation master."
At this time, the sound of symbols sounded in Xiang Feng's mind.
"Third-grade spiritual formation master?"
Xiang Feng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it very powerful?"
He was not clear about the classification of spiritual formation masters.
"It's not that powerful. The status of a third-level spiritual formation master in the ancient martial arts world is comparable to that of a low-level god."
Symbol said nonchalantly: "Because the spiritual formation set up by a third-level spiritual formation master can easily trap and kill any strong Martial Saint in the divine realm. Even if you are not careful in entering it, it will be troublesome even if you are in the low-level divine realm."
"Hiss! So powerful?"
Xiangfeng took a breath.
So, Senior Sister Duan’s current status is comparable to that of a powerful person in the divine realm?
Could Senior Sister Duan be able to easily kill these remnant souls in front of her by just setting up a formation?
Symbol seemed to have guessed what Xiang Feng was thinking, and continued: "However, your senior sister's cultivation is still too weak, and she has not systematically learned the spiritual array, so she can only integrate the spiritual array into the painting. In other words, she is arranging it.
An illusion. After her painting is completed, people under the Seven-Star Martial Saint will be trapped for at least ten days and a half. Of course, those remnant souls are extraordinary, and we cannot judge them based on their superficial strength alone, but I want to be trapped for a while.
Two days shouldn’t be a big problem.”
“That’s pretty good too!”
With the words of symbol, Xiang Feng was completely relieved.
One or two days is enough!
Now he can't continue to use the power of White Star Sky Fire. If he wants to defeat the remaining souls of those six-star peak martial saints, he must take advantage of these two days to quickly improve his cultivation.
"You can ask your senior sister later if she is interested in learning spiritual formations. If you are interested, I can sort out some of the spiritual formation knowledge in my memory and you can learn it for her. Since she has such a good foundation
, it would be a pity not to learn the spirit formation." Symbol said.
"Then you must be interested. You can just sort it out for me later."
Xiang Feng helped Duan Jing agree without hesitation.
At this time, Duan Jing did not stop and continued to draw with her sword.
This time, it took her a full minute to draw a bluestone path with almost no end in sight.
There are mountains and forests on the left side of the path, and a river on the right.
Ahead, the fog was so thick that I couldn't see my fingers.
But when everyone sees this path, they all have a feeling that as long as they step into it, they can't help but go to the end to find out.
"This road is so weird..."
"The sage of painting is the sage of painting. A randomly drawn road seems to contain the truth of martial arts, making people want to find out."
"If those remnant souls outside set foot on this road, they would have to walk on it for at least half a day, right?"
Chen Xiang and others were amazed.
Duan Jing continued to paint.
There were fine beads of sweat on her forehead.
This was her first time painting like this, and it consumed a lot of money.
But at this critical moment of life and death, I don’t care about so much anymore.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
At this moment, there was a roar outside the hall.
The violent spiritual energy surged in, causing the surrounding space to vibrate violently.
"Coming!"
"Is it so fast? Those hundreds of warriors must have been killed by the remaining souls, right?"
"It shouldn't be enough to kill them all. Look, some people are running away towards us. The one running at the front is the Red Sound Witch Liang Junru!"
"Behind them are all remnant souls, and...these remnant souls seem to be stronger!"
Chen Xiang and others looked at Liang Junru and the many remnant souls running over, and their expressions instantly became extremely solemn.
Immediately, they looked towards the wind.
"Go, go out and stop these remnant souls!"
Xiang Feng took a breath and asked Liu Ruyun to stay, while he rushed out of the hall without any explanation and stood on the corridor outside.
Chen Xiang and others gritted their teeth and followed.
They knew very well that a fierce battle would definitely follow.
And after this battle, they are afraid that their numbers will be reduced!