Chapter 2347 (1/2)

”Boy, only one person can enter the nine volumes of the book of heaven every time you open it. Master Daoling can't really enter the book to save you unless he can change the power of the law in the book of heaven. So if you want to leave the book of heaven, you have to go into the murals. ”

Middle aged man not cold not light said.

Shen Lang frowned: ”Daoling ancestor clearly said that if I was still trapped in the book of heaven within three days, he would go into the book of heaven and bring me out. Is it possible that the ancestor of Daoling cheated me? ”

”Master Daoling didn't cheat you, but you misunderstood. This is a closed space, but the mural connects with the outside world. As long as you enter the mural, even if there is no entrance or exit, master Daoling can force you out of the outside world. But if you don't enter the mural and stay here all the time, master Daoling won't have a chance to rescue you. ”

The middle-aged man said.

”This...”

Shen Lang's face became a little ugly.

That is to say, if you want to go out, you have to enter the murals vertically and horizontally. If you don't enter the murals, you will be trapped here!

”Well, boy, since you really want to learn the magic power of sword, you should be ready for it. What you saw in the book at that moment was just the way sword field was used. It is in the mural that the real way of recording the use of the sword domain supernatural power is recorded. ”

The middle-aged man pointed to the huge mural in midair and said without expression.

Shen Lang was shocked all over and said with a heavy face: ”can you tell me what is recorded in the mural painting, and why do you make these powerful elders around you so obsessed?”

The middle-aged man sneered: ”hum, for the sake of the younger generation, I can tell you. Each monk enters the mural and sees different scenes. There is always a reason to be trapped in it. ”

”If you dare to ask me, no friar has ever gone out of the mural?” Shen Lang asked.

”There are rumors, but I'm the last friar of fangcunshan to enter the mural of the sword realm besides you. I don't know whether it's true or not. As for the guys around us, they have lost their mind for a long time, and they can't find out why. ”

The middle-aged man shook his head and continued: ”generally speaking, no matter what you see or encounter in the mural, the final result is basically death!”

”What?” Shen Lang was surprised.

”Of course, this death is not real death, but death in the mural. In addition, when the friars enter the murals, when the murals show white light, it proves that the friars who enter the murals are ordinary talents; if the murals show purple light, it proves that they are amazing talents; if the murals show gold light, it proves that tomorrow's talents are beyond the reach of the ancient spirit world! ” The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

When Shen Lang heard this, he felt strange.

The murals are all white from beginning to end. Are these Mahayana talents still ordinary people?

The waves were astonished. In short, without personal experience, you will not know what is in the mural.

Instead of trusting the middle-aged man easily, he prepared to wait for three days to have a look.

The middle-aged man seems to be a talker. He hasn't spoken to anyone for nearly 20000 years. Now he finally has one to accompany him. The more he talks, the more energetic he is.

”Boy, if you want to enter the mural, I can take you in, but you certainly don't want to leave. That's good. Anyway, I'm short of someone to chat with. It's good for you to stay and chat with me in the future. ” The middle-aged man laughs.

”If there is a need, please come to me at that time...” Shen Lang echoed a few words.

In the twinkling of an eye, three days passed.

Zhang Daoling really failed to save himself. Shen Lang's heart sank to the bottom. It seems that what the middle-aged man said is true.

Through these three days of conversation, Shen Lang learned that the middle-aged man's name was Lu Yun. He was a middle-aged Mahayana practitioner and was once a disciple of Zhang Daoling.

Although he is trapped here, Shen Lang can feel it from Lu Yun's talk that he doesn't resent Zhang Daoling and blames his choice for everything.

Three days later, Shen Lang didn't wait to come to Zhang Daoling, but he decided to go into the mural and look for the exit. By the way, let's see what's inside.

Lu Yun said with a smile: ”it's not easy to have a guy who can chat. I hope you don't lose your mind so soon.”