If there is any difference, it is that Shen Lang sees more clearly in the book of heaven than he saw in the rubbings of immortal books before.
The sky Gang pure Yang Sword array of the silver haired man is also cast by nine long swords with the color of stars. Countless sword shadows cover the whole peach forest.
All around the scene instantly turned into a deep starry sky, sword shadow into nine stars, spinning, devouring, or 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 in this space!
This is a supernatural power that Shen Lang can't even imagine.
With a wave of the silver haired man's sleeve robe, countless black swords are flying out of the nine stars, chopping up the broken space again!
At the moment, the origin of space seems to be destroyed, a large number of chaotic beams overflow from space, and the strong suction generated by the interweaving of numerous space cracks devours the sky and eats the earth!
"Take it!"
The silver haired man vomited softly, and the sword shadow covering the whole peach forest disappeared, and the surrounding scenes resumed as usual.
Shen Lang is still like a bystander. After watching everything, he seems to have a new understanding.
Although Yun Chenzi once said that it's good to see the contents of rubbings only once, repeated viewing will hinder his own thinking.
But the image in the book of heaven is clearer than that in the rubbings, and Shen Lang can better understand the momentum and breath of the gang Chunyang sword array that day.
Shen Lang seems to have an epiphany, but when you think about it, it seems to have no epiphany.
"This sword array can only have an unspeakable meaning. I only show it once. If you can understand it clearly, it's your destiny. "
The misty voice of the silver haired man has just fallen, and everything in the peach forest is gradually disappearing.
Shen Lang's heart is quite heavy, so it seems that what Xi Feng said is true, and Yun Chenzi really deceived himself. The rubbings of the book of immortals originated from the sword field in the book of nine poles.
The surrounding scenes are changing rapidly, and quickly become a vast white space. At the end of the space stands a huge mural with nine flying swords on it.
"Is this what Zhang Daoling said about the mural?"
Shen Lang was surprised.
Because he found eight monks standing under the mural!
The eight friars all had Mahayana accomplishments, and they could feel the extremely terrible pressure on them.
There were eight people with different expressions. Some people bowed their heads to meditate, some meditated and some danced It's weird.
Just then.
With a "buzz", a white light gushed out of the mural in mid air. A middle-aged man with haircut hair came out of the mural and uttered a crazy roar: "ha ha ha, I can do it, I can do it!"
After roaring, the man was still holding a wooden sword in his hand, gesticulating in the air, as if possessed.
Just as the man came out of the mural, the other eight monks rushed into the mural.
Shen Lang watched from a distance for a while, but he was 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 fall into some illusion for a long time, and their spirit is not normal.
If he guesses correctly, these nine monks are the powerful monks who are trapped in the book of the nine poles, and they are also part of it.
There are nine volumes of the nine extreme heavenly books, each of which records different supernatural powers in the metaphysical realm. It is estimated that there will be such powerful monks in each volume.
Without exception, these powerful friars, as if possessed, were in a state of madness.
Shen Lang could not help but wonder what was in the mural painting?
If it was just the display of the supernatural power of sword domain just now, it would not let so many powerful monks of the past sink here.
Among the nine great monks, the weakest is in the early stage of Mahayana, and the strongest is in the later stage of Mahayana!
Shen Lang tried to get close to the powerful monks waiting under the mural. Fortunately, the powerful monks didn't seem hostile to themselves and didn't pay any attention to him.
"Everyone All of you Shen Lang asked tentatively.
As a result, only one of the eight turned to Shen Lang, a middle-aged man with a purple crown and white clothes.
The man just looked at the waves indifferently and said nothing.
As for the other seven people, they didn't look at the waves. It was as if the waves were as unimportant as the air.
"I dare to ask you, what is in this mural painting?" Shen Lang, emboldened, inquired.
The middle-aged man didn't answer the question, but asked coldly: "boy, how did you get into the book of heaven?"
"It was Daoling who sent me in." Shen Lang said in a low voice.
The middle-aged man sneered: "ha ha, it's really him. It's ridiculous that master Daoling actually sent you a boy in the cultivation period to enter the nine extreme book of heaven? "
Shen Lang always felt that the middle-aged man had something to say. He couldn't help asking: "listen to the tone of the elder, it seems that he is quite dissatisfied with the ancestor of Daoling?""Ha ha ha, it's not just discontent. If it wasn't for master Daoling, we would be trapped here all day long and infatuated with this broken mural like walking dead! "
The middle-aged man is crazy, and there is a trace of decadence between his eyebrows.
"That's why Lao Tzu hasn't been in the murals for 20000 years before he can talk to you. Look at these guys next to me. They've gone crazy and almost lost their mind." The middle-aged man added.
Shen Lang was shocked and wondered, "why don't you leave the book in time and stay here?"
"Boy, you are new here. After you enter the mural and experience it, you will never want to come out. The wonderful power of the body is really wonderful
As the middle-aged man said this, his face showed an indescribable sense of intoxication, and he was completely immersed in it.
"Can you tell me what is in the mural? Did the ancestor of Daoling harm you? "
"Boy, you can see what's in the mural by yourself. Master Daoling didn't harm us. This is our own choice. We are bound by this broken mural all our lives, and we will inevitably have hatred in our hearts! " The middle-aged man snorted.
Shen Lang's heart is a little flustered. What terrible thing in this mural can make these powerful monks look like this?
Since the mural is so dangerous, Shen Lang doesn't want to go in and see it. Reason tells him to give up.
"Master, how can I leave Jiuji Tianshu?" Shen Lang asked respectfully.
"Leave the nine polar book?"
The middle-aged man snorted: "the exit is in this mural, but almost no one will choose to go out from the mural if they enter the book of nine poles."
"What
Shen Lang frowned, but he didn't expect that the exit of the book of heaven was in the mural.
If you want to go out now, don't you have to enter the mural?
Shen Lang really didn't want to risk his life. Before, Zhang Daoling said that if he couldn't come out for three days, he would go into the book of heaven and save himself.
Just wait here for three days.
Unfortunately, the middle-aged man's next words made Shen Lang's heart sink to the bottom.
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