The blue light flowed like liquid along the steps, which should be rushing, and in the blue light, there were also strangely shaped fonts and landscape pictures, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a slowly unfolding painting.

Feng Lian was not in the mood to appreciate this "picture scroll", and the sharp fluctuations of spiritual power made him feel dangerous.

"The Light of Judgment!"

Feng Lian let out a low shout, and the nameless knife slashed out a cyan light and slashed towards the scroll.

The sound of "bang" made a sound of slashing in the water, and the moment the blue light was broken, it merged again, and it was really a knife to cut off the water and the water flowed more.

As if enraged, the blue light and the light of judgment became more and more turbulent, constantly intertwining in the scroll, bursting with all kinds of strange lights. Make the whole picture look more vivid and weird.

In the scroll, the light of judgment failed to suppress the blue light in the scroll, and it was integrated into the scroll, rendering a piece of green water and green mountains.

"How can there be such a powerful technique, at least to the immortal level. ”

Feng Lian was extremely shocked, in the Shenwu Continent, seeing a set of master-level exercises made people rush to the point of bleeding. The exercises above the second rank of the grandmaster only exist in legends.

According to his experience and ancient books, it is impossible to cultivate immortal-level exercises unless he is not at the level of the Great Emperor, unless he creates his own skills.

And as soon as this Dazun made a move, he was an immortal-level exercise, and he was very proficient, which meant that he had practiced this exercise very early. Isn't this scientific, isn't it that you can't practice high-level exercises if you don't reach a certain level?

The so-called inheritance of the true gods of Tianmen is actually to obtain one or several sets of immortal-level exercises. The cultivation of immortal-level exercises is not only a means of attack, but also has high requirements for the cultivation of essence, energy, spirit and body, and only when certain requirements are met can you cultivate immortal-level exercises, which is also the sign of a true god.

Without thinking too much about it, the blue light had already rushed in front of him.

The gravity here is at least six hundred times that of the mountain, and the movement is greatly restricted, Feng Lian can use the ghost dance to the extreme, and the speed can only run at full speed like a mortal, and it is impossible to avoid the blue light.

With a "boom", Feng Lian was knocked away and fell directly behind the second archway to stop.

"As long as you know how to exercise, won't Lao Tzu? It's just that I haven't used the exercises to fight for a long time, and I'm used to killing with one blow in close combat!"

"A slap in the face!"

Feng Lian calmed down the surging blood qi, and the condensation force slapped four palms in a row, fusing into one palm at the moment of touching the blue light.

"Boom la la ......"

The blue light finally failed to resist this palm, and was photographed with a huge palm print, splashing to both sides like flowing water.

"Human, non-human, painting!"

The man roared, and the surging blue light immediately stopped, and quickly stood up, and out of the "picture scroll" came out of the nine cultivators of different forms, all of whom were actually Dazun Intermediate level, with the same cultivation as him.

"Sky Splitting Flame!"

How dare Feng Lian slack off, and use the exercises that the beings in the spiritual world have summed up by Feng Lian according to Feng Lian's conception and after countless actual battles by countless people.

Feng Lian's two arms lit up two flames, one red and one black, which were the Nine Nether Flames and Spirit Flames, aimed at the person in the painting closest to him.

The two fires were intertwined, the light shone, and after the earth-shattering sound, the sound waves spread densely to all sides, shaking the incomparably solid archway, and cracks like spiderwebs appeared in the earth.

The man in the painting was smashed to pieces.

Feng Lian was also shot in the center by an arrow from a man in the painting with a crossbow and crossbow. He didn't even think about dodging this arrow, because with the mirror death, he didn't have to worry about this arrow.

However, to his surprise, although this arrow shattered in his chest, the overflowing strange aura could actually invade his body, making his body numb for a short time.

His opponent was even worse than him, and one of the people in the painting was killed, leaving him with blood spilling from his mouth and nose.

Feng Lian condensed again, shooting towards a man holding a glaive knife and shooting at the person in the painting that he had chopped.

Before the light could arrive, the person in the painting immediately dissipated, and then the entire scroll quickly folded, turned into a blue star, flew back into the man's hand, and disappeared.

"You, how can you have Lingyan, who are you?"

Feng Lian couldn't help but smile and said: "I just want you to feel that being beaten is also an art!"

"Since you are so arrogant, don't blame me for not talking about art, only about killing! Then look at my artistic life!"

One by one, the brushes appeared in front of the man, dancing like a group of peaks, drawing all kinds of weapons, and shooting towards the wind and cheap with the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and seas.

"Yin Yang Thunder Fire!"

Feng Lian also shouted, black and red blood, one vertical and one horizontal, arranged in a tight and orderly manner, forming a high wall, standing in front of Feng Lian, and there was thunder flashing in the wall of fire.

This is also Feng Lian's own self-created exercise, which is a combination of blood, soul power and thunder and lightning power, which can be attacked and defended.

"Puff pop!"

The strongest thunder and lightning from the thunder pool, the Soul Slayer Heavenly Thunder was like an electric snake, winding its body, rushing towards the paintbrush, constantly blowing them up, and the dazzling light kept flashing, dazzling and stinging eyes.

The brushes were destroyed, and the weapons were out of their control, losing their direction and flying in all directions. The man was stirred up in the sea, swollen and painful, and blood kept gushing out of his eyes.

"No, it's impossible, how can you learn two different attributes at the same time, not an immortal-level exercise of the same system? ”

Listening to the opponent's unbelievable roar, Feng Lian knew that the exercises he had created had actually reached the immortal level. The pride and excitement in his heart almost made him barely jump.

Suppressing the ups and downs of his heart, he said in a deep voice: "There are many impossible possibilities, for example, if the Great King lets the Great Zun taste the art of being abused, it is possible!"

Feng Lian took advantage of the moment when the opponent was ventilated and lost his mind, and the condensation force got rid of the suppression of gravity, rose into the air, and slashed at the opponent with a knife. Abuse, you have to fight in close combat to be brutal!

Before the wind arrived, the man's body had already ignited red and black flames, the flames were constantly intertwined, and they kept exploding, although they couldn't hit him hard, but they also blew his skin and flesh, and he was extremely irritable.

Whoever called him so stingy, he also took back the spiritual power he released, and was attached to his spiritual power by Lingyan and Jiu Nether Flame, and it was almost impossible to clear it in battle.

The Xuan-level first-grade exercise "Flame Invisible", which has not been used for a long time, can also have unexpected surprises if you use it well.

"Quartet Fist Shadow!"

The man shouted, and countless fist shadows filled the void around him, shooting towards Feng Lian like meteors.

Feng Lian was shocked, automatically flew upside down for hundreds of meters, swung his knife to defeat all the fist shadows, and asked sharply: "Who are you?!"

The man thought that Feng Lian was scared away by his square fist shadow, and his confidence skyrocketed, and he yelled: "I'm your grandfather! grandson, come here and let grandpa beat your little ass!"

Feng Lian gritted his teeth angrily, collected the nameless knife, rushed forward quickly, and used his cloud copying hand, constantly slapping the opponent's face, taking special care of his mouth.

"Ah, no reason, oh, no, ah, no humanity...... Liuyun Sect, ah, call them, oh, the disciples bully me, ah......"

"I, ah, I want to complain, ah, I want to file, ah, solemnly protest, ah, I want, ah, strongly condemn, ah, I want, ah......"

Feng Lian's palms were connected into pieces, so that the man couldn't speak smoothly, and finally covered his face and shouted: "Grandpa, I'll call your grandfather, don't fight, my wife will let me sleep on the eaves of the porch when I go back like this!"

Feng Lian didn't stop, just reduced the speed of the whipping, and asked, "Say it quickly, otherwise you'll be killed!"

The man said with a crying voice: "Don't think that you are a disciple of the Liuyun Sect, just Niu Cha, wait for our master to come back, and beat you to cry and call your mother." ”

When the man saw the bone ring on Feng Lian's ring finger, he suddenly erupted, and a punch hit Feng Lian's lower abdomen, and Feng Lian, who was caught off guard, was directly knocked away.

With this punch, the opponent has already used the greatest strength and the strongest attack, and even Feitian has been knocked out of a big hole, and the power of the law contained in it has also broken the aura defense of Feng Lian.

The sharp pain came from the lower abdomen of the incorruptible ninja, and he roared: "You dare to sneak attack, you are dead!"

The man cried out, "What happened to the deputy master of the golden gate, I can't spare you!"

The man took a handful of pills, and the whole person suddenly refreshed, his momentum skyrocketed, his eyes were red, and he rushed towards Feng Lian with his fist.

Feng Lian dodged his blow and asked, "Deputy Sect Master Jin, who are you?"

The man roared: "Sure enough, if you killed the Jin Deputy Gate Master, the people of Amen will not let you go, and the Wind Gate Master will not let you go." ”

Feng Lian finally remembered who this person was, no wonder the other party had an art in one mouth, and he was still slipping away like this, it turned out to be Ding Haoran who "robbery is also an art"! It's just that this appearance has changed too much, he can't even recognize it.

Feng Lian kicked the powerful and brainless Ding Haoran and said with a smile: "Is there also an Amen in the Shattered Domain? How could I, the master of the sect, not know? Jin Xue himself doesn't know, right? Ding Haoran, is your artistic life so tragic?"

Ding Haoran looked at Feng Lian for a long time before he asked tremblingly: "Are you, Feng Lian, the master of Fengmen?"

Feng Lian smiled: "It's like a fake." How did you change so much, I don't even recognize it. ”

Ding Haoran thought that Feng Lian couldn't recognize him, and said embarrassedly: "When I was in a hurry, I remembered what the golden blood looked like, and I forgot what the door master looked like." ”

Feng Lian was speechless for a while, this is too shocking, isn't it? Fortunately, his ability to resist attacks has always been strong, and he said, "Tell me about Amen's situation." ”

Ding Haoran told Feng Lian how Yu Yuya, Hou Han brothers, Hu Fengshui, Bai Susu and others formed Amen, how they grew into one of the top ten sects of the Broken Domain, and how he was fascinated by Bai Susu's beauty, and finally joined Amen......

Feng Lian didn't expect that these people who came out of the underground hall together back then really kept their promises, formed Amen, and built it so well.

It's a pity that he has limited time, and Yu Yuya and Hou Han have already entered the chaotic realm, so it doesn't make sense to go to see Amen in the Shattered Domain by himself at this time.

Feng Lian asked: "According to what you said, they are all the peak true gods of the Great Emperor, how can you be a great mid-level true god?"

Ding Haoran said with a wry smile: "I pursued art, went crazy, delayed for many years, and was finally thrown by my father to the phantom realm for more than 400 years before I came to my senses, and it was also that experience that made me look greater, more and more handsome, and more and more artistic......"

"Stop! You go back and tell Bai Susu about this. Feng Lian hurriedly interrupted his numb words and said, "Tell me about the situation of the Liuyun Sect, I didn't come here this time to enter the chaotic realm, but to get something from them." ”

Ding Haoran was silent for a moment before he said: "The Liuyun Sect is the guardian of the entrance to the Cemetery of the Gods, and it is also the strongest sect in the underworld, and our ten major sects together are not enough for them to have a finger.

"I once overheard my grandfather talking to a great power about the Flowing Cloud Sect, saying that they were descendants of the cursed Great God, and I don't know what that means...... Hey, you're also surnamed Feng, and you can also spell magic hands. It can't be the descendant of the Sect Master of the Liuyun Sect, right?"

Feng Lian shook his head and said: "I'm a cloud copying hand, not a magic hand, as for your question, I don't know the answer." ”