Chapter 346 Sword Painting Preaching (2/3)

Of course Zhou Heng wouldn't say what happened, he wouldn't say it, and Huo Tian wouldn't say it, the others could only wonder.

Everyone, Monk Zhang Er, couldn't figure it out, and looked at the fairy things in the manor, looked around and found nothing, and then went back in. When they thought about it, it might be that after they entered the manor, they aroused the reaction of the aura and organs inside, which made the aura of the immortal surge!

This shows that there are really fairy things here!

Everyone was excited and seized the time to search.

Zhou Heng didn't refine the fragment of the gate immediately, but went with the crowd and followed the crowd.

The structure of this manor is quite simple, but every brick and tile is extremely strong. Even the strong in the infantile realm would not want to tear down the house to conduct a thorough search.

"Huh!"

"Um!"

Surprised cries can be heard from time to time, and they all come from one place. When Zhou Heng and Huo Tian also came to a huge attic, someone happened to enter before them, and immediately heard the voice of that person. There was a cry of surprise.

What's so mysterious about it, why would anyone snort when entering?

Before he could turn his head around, he saw that the person who had just entered came out again, let out another surprise, and then walked in again, this time there was no more surprise.

eccentric!

How queer!

These people are all patriarchs at the Fetus Formation Realm and Divine Infant Realm level, how could they do such inexplicable things?

Out of curiosity, Zhou Heng led Huo Tian to the door, took a deep breath, and walked in.

"Huh!"

The moment he walked in, Zhou Heng let out a cry of surprise. The reason is very simple, he lost all his spiritual power!

For warriors, spiritual power is life!

Who would not be surprised to suddenly find that he has no spiritual power?

Zhou Heng took a step back and came outside the attic, only to feel spiritual power gushing out like a spring, and immediately filled his dantian again!

This time, he endured it and didn't make a sound!

It's no wonder that everyone who enters and exits this pavilion will show a look of surprise, it's really impossible not to surprise people!

Of course, there are exceptions—Huo Tian!

Zhou Heng couldn't help laughing, this woman didn't even reach the first level of body training, there was no spiritual power in her body, she probably didn't feel anything!

He entered the pavilion again. Looking around, the space was very large, about thirty feet wide, and more than one hundred feet deep. There was no furniture, and there were only futons on the floor, which was obviously quite simple.

The people who came in before all sat on a futon, and they were separated by Zhang Xu. They all stared at the inner wall. There were seven paintings hanging on it, all of which were a sword dancer. Different postures.

Swordsmanship?

No wonder these people are so excited about it. If this is really the swordsmanship of the fairy world, then as long as you learn one style, it will be a huge gain! Immortal art, isn't it possible to become a fairy!

People kept coming in, and in less than half an hour, almost all the people who entered the valley came here.

Because the structure of this manor is too simple, there are no twists and turns, and the buildings here are indestructible, so we can only walk down from room to room according to the old owner's design, so no matter the front foot or the back foot, everyone will came here.

But this is obviously not the end of the whole manor, why is there no way forward?

Here, although the spiritual power is restrained, the mind is not restrained. Zhou Heng can clearly infer that at least half of the entire manor area has not been explored-not to mention, they have not passed through the terrifying force. open area.

Zhou Heng quickly hid this question in his heart. Like everyone else, he also found a futon and sat down, focusing his eyes on the seven paintings.

There are many skills without overwhelming him. Although he has learned Ling Tian's Nine Styles, this set of swordsmanship is not suitable for daily use at all. If he uses it, the enemy will die or his own strength will be exhausted. There is no way out!

It would be even better if he could obtain another immortal-level swordsmanship!

Moreover, even if those seven paintings are really a set of swordsmanship, their power must be far inferior to Ling Tian's Nine Styles! It is obvious that the former owner of the black sword destroyed this place with just a wave of sword energy, the gap is so big that it flies into the sky!

But for Zhou Heng, a less powerful swordsmanship is more suitable for him at this stage, instead of exhausting his strength after a single strike.

He focused on the seven paintings, and soon his mind was immersed in them. He only felt that there were infinite mysteries in them, but they were too complicated. Chaotic thoughts came, but he couldn't grasp anything.

In the pavilion, there was no sound. Everyone knew that the seven paintings must contain the truth of the great way. They could feel it, but maybe their level was too low, but they couldn't grasp the true meaning.

This made them scratch their heads, itching and uncomfortable.

Zhou Heng looked at Huotian, and saw that the peerless celestial girl was already yawning boredly, she put her slender hand on her chin, looking sleepy. He couldn't help smiling, and said, "I can lend you a shoulder to lean on!"

Huo Tian rolled his eyes at him, but moved the futon over. After sitting next to him, he pressed half of his body on Zhou Heng's body, and soon let out a long breathing sound, and really fell asleep.

In the whole world, I am afraid that she is the only one who will dismiss the immortal method and fall into a deep sleep instead, right?

Zhou Heng couldn't help smiling, and a sense of normalcy surged up, his thoughts were smooth, and he was not shocked by honor or disgrace.

He straightened his mind, and just fixed his eyes on the first painting, in which an old man in green clothes held his long sword horizontally, surrounded by colorful fallen leaves. I don't know how long I stared at it, but the fallen leaves moved and fell one by one!

Not only the fallen leaves, but the old man also moved, and the sword moved, displaying an extremely mysterious sword technique.

Zhou Heng's body was carved like a wood, but the light above his head shone and turned into a small golden man holding a black sword. He also danced with the old man.

After a round of swordsmanship, the first painting suddenly emitted a strong brilliance, which made everyone's eyes wide open. Phew, a green light flew out of the painting and sank into the top of Zhou Heng's head.

"Feiyu Seven Swords!"

"Ye Luo Yuan Mie!"

A thought suddenly rushed into Zhou Heng's mind, and at the same time, a sword formula passed through his heart.

This is the oral record that matches the previous sword technique!

Zhou Heng looked at the first painting again, but suddenly found that it was empty, there was no old man or fallen leaves, it was just a blank sheet of paper.

There is such a miraculous way of granting swords!

Only one person!

Teng Teng Teng, seeing the first painting suddenly disappear, everyone stood up, staring at Zhou Heng with vicious eyes, full of murderous intent.

Although they didn't know what was going on, seeing that green light pouring into Zhou Heng's body, they could guess that it must be related to Zhou Heng.

"Boy, have you learned this style of swordsmanship?" Someone immediately asked Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng swept around the crowd and said, "Whether it is true or not, it's none of your business?"

"Bold!" Everyone opened their eyes and shouted.

All of them are the existence of fetus formation state and god infant state, and there are even a few characters who emerged from the unblocking of the ancient times. Which of them is not arrogant, how can they stand Zhou Heng's attitude.

Zhou Heng laughed loudly and said, "If you want to fight, come on!"

He hooked his fingers.

Everyone was speechless for a while, and only then did they realize that their cultivation was completely restricted after entering here! Here, they are all ordinary old men and women!

If it wasn't for the fact that the spiritual power was only suppressed here rather than erased, all of them would have died of old age!

Isn't it self-defeating to fight with the young and strong Zhou Heng? If a large group of patriarchs from the Embryo Realm and Divine Infant Realm were beaten up black and blue by a junior from the Spirit Sea Realm, would they still have the face to come out to meet people in the future?

Facing Zhou Heng's monopoly, all strong men chose to swallow their anger.

What a shame, to be stared at by a junior in the Spirit Sea Realm! But it's better than being beaten on the head by Zhou Heng as a horse, right?

call out!

At this moment, another green light flashed, and the fourth painting suddenly became blank, and that green light did not enter the head of a middle-aged man. Obviously, he also got the inheritance of a style of swordsmanship .

Only then did everyone realize that there was no time to waste now, they all sat down again and focused on the only five remaining sword paintings.

Zhou Heng glanced at the middle-aged man, he was a majestic man, just a sitting posture gave him a calm and mountain-like momentum! That is not a human being, but from the Sky Demon Race, with a pair of wings behind it.

The man immediately sensed Zhou Heng's gaze, and glanced back at him, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes, but he quickly retracted it, and looked at the remaining five paintings again.

Zhou Heng didn't have time to waste either. Although he was secretly curious about the identity of the man from the Yaozu that day, he suppressed it for the time being. .

Phew, another green light flashed and entered the center of the third person's head, but it was a strong man from the night demon tribe, also a middle-aged man with pointed ears and purple hair, exuding a majestic and domineering aura.

The sixth painting also disappeared.

Unexpectedly, it was the three young people who really reaped the rewards!

Are they really old?

The characters of the older generation all showed a wry smile. Facing this scene, they all had a sense of aging that they couldn't resist the passage of time.

But this thought was only fleeting, and they immediately regained their ambitions, and looked at the sword painting on the wall again—as long as they learn the art of immortality, they may become immortals, and any arrogance will be trampled under their feet , and they will be young again!

Soon, the restlessness stopped, and everyone looked at the wall in unison.

call out!

A fourth green light flashed and entered Zhou Heng's forehead, and the second painting disappeared.

"Flowers bloom all over the world!"

...

The fifth green light flashed and entered the body of the middle-aged man of the Sky Demon Clan. He also got the inheritance of two styles of swordsmanship.

...

The sixth green light flashed, and the man from the Night Demon clan also did not give in, and also got the two-style swordsmanship!

...

Everyone was extremely nervous, staring at the last painting.

This is the seventh painting, and it is also the last sword of Feiyu's Seven Swords. Those who have not inherited the swordsmanship are all anxious. This is their last hope. (To be continued.)