If there is any difference, it is to be in the book of heaven, what Shen Lang saw is clearer than what he saw in the rubbings of immortal books before.

The Tiangang Pure Yang Sword Formation cast by the silver-haired man was also cast by nine long swords that looked like stars, and countless sword shadows wrapped the entire peach forest.

The scenes around instantly turned into deep starry sky, and the sword shadow turned into nine stars, rotating, devouring, or deep, or silent.

This is not as simple as destroying a space, but changing this space, and the silver-haired man became the absolute controller in this space!

This is a magical power that Shen Lang could not even imagine even if he thought about it.

With the silver-haired man waved his sleeves, countless black sword blades flew out of the nine stars, shattering the already shattered space again!

At this moment, the origin of space seems to be destroyed, a large number of chaotic beams overflowed from the space, and the powerful suction force generated by interweaving countless space cracks is swallowing the sky and the earth!

"receive!"

The silver-haired man gave a light spit, and the sword shadow covering the entire peach forest disappeared, and the scene around him returned to normal.

Shen Lang was still like a bystander who watched everything throughout the whole process, and seemed to have a new insight.

Although Yun Henzi once said that it would be better to only read the contents in the rubbing once, and repeated viewing would hinder his thinking.

But the images in this book of heaven are clearer than those in the rubbings, and Shen Lang can better understand the momentum and aura emitted by the Tiangang Pure Yang Sword Formation.

Shen Lang seemed to have had some sudden enlightenment, but when he thought about it carefully, he seemed to have no sudden enlightenment.

"This sword formation can only be understood but not expressed in words. I will only show it once. If the disciples can understand it, it will be considered as the fate of the immortals."

As soon as the silver-haired man's ethereal sound fell, everything in the peach forest was gradually disappearing.

Shen Lang was in a heavy mood. It seems that what Xi Feng said was true. Yun Henzi really deceived himself. The rubbing of the immortal book was basically derived from the sword domain in the Jiujitian Book.

The scenes around were changing rapidly, quickly turning into a vast white space. At the end of the space was a huge mural with nine flying swords painted on the mural.

"Is this what Zhang Daoling calls a mural?"

Shen Lang was secretly surprised.

Because he found that there were eight monks standing under the mural!

The eight monks actually had the Mahayana stage cultivation level, and they could feel that they were emitting extremely terrifying spiritual pressure.

The eight people had different expressions, some lowered their heads to ponder, some meditated and closed their eyes, and some danced and roared... It was extremely strange.

Just then.

With a "buzz", a white light surged from the mural in the air. A middle-aged man with disheveled hair came out of the mural and a crazy roar came out of the mural: "Hahaha, I know, I know the sword domain!"

After roaring, the man was still holding a wooden sword in his hand and wiggling randomly in the air, as if he was possessed by a demon.

Just as the man came out of the mural, the other eight monks rushed into the mural.

Shen Lang observed from a distance for a while and couldn't help but be surprised.

It seems that only one monk can enter the mural every time, but monks who come out of the mural seem to fall into some kind of hallucination for a long time and are not very normal in their spirits.

If he guessed correctly, these nine monks were the powerful monks who were trapped in the Nine-Polar Book of Heaven, and they were some of them.

There are nine volumes of the Jiuji Heavenly Book, each of which records completely different magical powers of the Xuan Realm. It is estimated that every volume of the Xuan Realm will have powerful monks trapped in each volume.

Without exception, these powerful monks were in a state of madness as if they were possessed by demons.

Shen Lang couldn't help but wonder, what was in the mural?

If it were just the display of the magical powers of the Sword Realm just now, it would not have allowed so many powerful monks of the past to sink into it.

Among the nine powerful monks, the weakest cultivation is the early stage of Mahayana, and the strongest one is the late stage of Mahayana!

Shen Lang tried to get close to the powerful monks waiting under the mural. Fortunately, the powerful monks seemed to have no hostility towards him and did not take him seriously at all.

"Everyone...dear seniors?" Shen Lang asked tentatively.

As a result, only one of the eight people turned his eyes to Shen Lang, a middle-aged man wearing a purple crown and a white dress.

The man just looked at Shen Lang with a look of indifference, without saying a word.

As for the other seven people, they didn't even look at Shen Lang, as if Shen Lang was as important as air.

"I dare to ask this senior, what is in this mural?" Shen Lang raised his courage and asked.

The middle-aged man did not answer Shen Lang's question, but asked indifferently: "Boy, how did you get into the Heavenly Book?"

"It was the ancestor Daoling who sent me in." Shen Lang said in a humble and arrogant manner.

The middle-aged man sneered: "Haha, it's him. It's ridiculous. Master Daoling actually gave you a boy from the Void Refining Period to enter the Jiuji Heavenly Book?"

Shen Lang always felt something in the middle-aged man's words, and couldn't help asking: "From the tone of my senior, I seem to be quite dissatisfied with the ancestor Daoling?"

"Hahaha, it's not just dissatisfaction. If it weren't for Master Daoling, how could I be trapped here all day long, and I'm obsessed with this broken mural like a walking corpse!"

The middle-aged man said wildly, with a hint of decadence in his eyebrows.

"This is because I haven't been in the mural for 20,000 years before I can talk to you. Look at the guys next to me, they are all so obsessed that they are almost lost." The middle-aged man added.

Shen Lang felt a little nervous and wondered: "Why did the seniors not leave the Jiuji Heavenly Book in time and insisted on staying here?"

"Boy, you are new here. After you enter this mural and experience it, you will definitely not want to come out. The wonderful power of your body is really wonderful!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, his face showed an indescribable sense of intoxication, and he was completely immersed in it and could not extricate himself.

"Senior, can you say clearly, what is the content in the mural? Did the ancestor Daoling harm you?"

"Boy, you can see what is in the mural, and you will know it yourself. Master Daoling did not harm us, and this is also our own choice. We are subject to this broken mural for life, and we will inevitably feel hatred in our hearts!" the middle-aged man hummed.

Shen Lang felt a little scared when he said this. What terrifying thing is there in this mural that can make these powerful monks look like this?

Since the mural is so dangerous, Shen Lang didn't want to go in and read it, so reason told him to give up.

"Senior, how can I leave the Jiuji Heavenly Book?" Shen Lang asked respectfully.

"Leave the Nine-Point Heavenly Book?"

The middle-aged man hummed, "The exit is in this mural, but almost no monk who enters the Nine-Spirit Book will choose to leave the mural."

"What!"

Shen Lang frowned, but he didn't expect that the exit from Jiujitian Book was in the mural.

If I want to go out now, wouldn’t I have to enter the mural?

Shen Lang really didn't want to take risks with himself. Zhang Daoling had said before that if he couldn't come out in three days, he would personally enter the Heavenly Book and rescue himself.

Just wait for three days.
Chapter completed!