The emperor of Tianying, who is wearing a royal robe, is standing in the center of the hall. Yuan Tianzong is bending over to report the news to him.
Just then, Shen Lang entered the hall.
"I've seen master Tianying, I've seen the palace master!"
Shen Lang immediately bowed himself to the two people, Tianying Laozu and Yuan Tianzong.
"Ha ha ha, Shen Lang, please get up quickly!"
Tianying Laozu turned into a white light and came to Shen Lang in an instant. He helped Shen Lang up with a smile and showed great enthusiasm.
"I have won the championship successfully and fulfilled my promise to my master." Shen Lang said.
"I already know about this. Shen Lang, you did a good job this time. You didn't let me down. " Tianying Laozu patted him on the shoulder and said that his face was smiling.
Not only is there no disappointment, Tianying Laozu was shocked by Shen Lang's performance.
The spirit power of the friars at the level of immortals is extremely strong. The master of shadow only sits in the main hall of the Seven Saints' palace. The divine sense has already seen the whole process of the martial arts club, including the battle between Shen Lang and Dai Tian.
As strong as the shadow of heaven, he never thought that Shen Lang's talent would be so against heaven. In just a few days, Yi Sheng's mantra can be cultivated to this point.
With such a terrible talent, Tianying Laozu felt incredible. He only felt that the man who saved the world could not be guessed by common sense.
In a word, the master of Tianying was very happy to accept such an apprentice as Shen Lang.
"The master praised me falsely. I just did what I should do." Shen Lang said in a low voice.
"Good, good."
Tianying Laozu nodded and praised. He saw the waves more and more smoothly. He laughed and said, "since you have won the championship, I will go to a place with my teacher and give you a great fortune."
"Thank you, master!"
Shen Lang didn't ask where it was, so he opened his mouth to thank him. He expected that the shadow of heaven would not pit himself.
No longer talking nonsense, Tianying Laozu directly rolled up a light, covered the waves, flew away from the hall, and flew to the north of Qipan mountain.
There is a huge peak in the north of Qipan mountain, named "yundai mountain", which is the highest peak. It is also the seclusion place of Tianying ancestors and the forbidden area of Qisheng palace.
Yundai mountain is covered with colorful clouds all the year round. The purple air comes from the East. It is the place where the whole Qipan mountain is full of chaotic aura.
Instead of taking Shen Lang to his residence, Tian Ying took Shen Lang to a cold pool cave at the foot of the mountain.
The outside of the cave was covered with layers of prohibition. Shen Lang saw the shadow of heaven. The ancestor took out three pieces of prohibition breaking tokens, and then opened the prohibition outside the cave.
Entering the cave, the cold air overflowed, everything in the cave was frozen, blowing an ice storm, freezing to the bone.
The cold here is eerily strong, and ordinary people, the immortal friars, are afraid that they will be frostbitten every minute.
The waves are cold and shivering all over. You can completely resist the cold in the cave only after you show your golden body.
He followed the shadow ancestor into the cave and came to the deepest part of the cave.
There is a stone platform in front of us, on which there is an ancient painting floating in the air.
There is a picture of a lame old man bowing to an old man riding a green ox and an old man riding a white crane in the sky.
"What is this painting?"
Shen Lang was a little distracted and couldn't help asking questions.
"This painting is called" the picture of worshiping the immortals ", which is a legacy of Meishan ancestors in the past." The old ancestor of Tianying stroked his beard and said that his face was quite solemn.
"Heritage?"
Shen Lang was surprised. He didn't expect that this ancient painting was the inheritance of the ancestors repeatedly mentioned by Tianying ancestors.
"Not bad. This picture of worshiping immortals has a long history. I'll tell you about it. "
"In the past, when Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun was granted the title of God of war by Emperor Haotian, all kinds of immortals and gods in the heaven would come to congratulate him and send gifts. At that time, Erlang was like the sun in the sky. All the gifts and treasures he received were rare things. If you take them out and put them now, I'm afraid they will stir up most of the Tianmu fairy kingdom! "
"This picture of worshiping immortals was presented to Erlang Zhenjun by tie Guai Li, the leader of the Eight Immortals in Shangdong. However, Zhenjun didn't like calligraphy and painting, so he gave it to his ancestor, the Seven Sages of Meishan."
"Ancestors once said that if the immortal worship map is used by those who have the mind of Tao, they can obtain the great fortune. It's a pity that our ancestors of Meishan were all demon practitioners, and only human friars can have the heart of Tao. Meishan ancestors and even future generations can't enter this painting to see the mystery, so it's still handed down to this day. "
"According to the instructions of our ancestors, if we meet a person who is going to save the world, we can give this painting to him."
The old father of Tianying tells us.
The secret of this immortal worship painting is known only by the master Tianying. It's not that the master Tianying didn't want to give this painting to the descendants of the Seven Saints. He didn't know the truth that fat water doesn't flow to outsiders. The main reason is that he didn't want to give this painting to the descendants of the Seven Saints.
"I see."
Shen Lang nodded slightly. He did not expect that this ordinary ancient painting had such a history.The Eight Immortals in Shangdong are also well-known celestial generals. As the head of the eight immortals, tie Guai Li is said to be a disciple of the taishanglaojun and has a very high status.
Since the picture of worshiping immortals is a gift from tie Guai Li to Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, it must be extraordinary.
"Shen Lang tu'er, there is no danger in the picture of worshiping immortals. You can go into the picture now. It depends on your own ability whether you can achieve nature as our ancestors said
The face of Tianying's father is heavy.
"Yes, master!"
Shen Lang embraces his fist, and his mood is a little complicated. He inherits the kindness of the Seven Saints of Meishan.
As a school founded by the Seven Saints in Meishan, the Seven Saints' palace has to repay their kindness in terms of emotion and reason. The only thing it can do is to protect it.
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Shen Lang gets rid of the distractions in his heart and comes to the picture of worshiping immortals. He stares at the scene in the picture, in which the divine consciousness is immersed.
It seems that there is mysterious energy in the painting. In a trance, Shen Lang's heart shakes and his spirit breaks out and flies into the picture of worshiping immortals.
"Buzz, buzz!"
When Shen Lang's soul body flies into the immortal worship painting, a large white light is emitted in the painting to wrap his soul body.
Shen Lang lost his mind for a moment. When he regained his consciousness, he found that he was surrounded by clouds. He didn't know when he had regained his physical body, but the chaotic spiritual power in his body was empty and had no magic power.
"Tut!"
Shen Lang, at least, has seen the world. He suppresses his panic and says that he has entered the painting. The space in the painting may follow the established law, which makes him unable to use the chaotic spiritual power, which is equivalent to the total loss of mana.
Listen to Tianying Laozu say that there is no threat in the picture of worshiping immortals, and there is not much intention in the waves. After passing through a piece of white clouds, he fell into a mountain forest like catkins.
When Shen Lang was feeling strange, he suddenly heard a rough song coming from Lin Zheng.
I saw a lame old man walking deep in the mountain forest, holding a crutch in his right hand and a huge wine gourd in his left hand, singing a song of unknown name in his mouth.
Although the lame old man was ragged and ugly, he was full of vitality and a smile, exuding an extraordinary air of awe inspiring!
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