As soon as these words came out, the surrounding young masters looked at the true disciples of the Ghost God Sect, and the corners of some people's mouths were hooked, with some banter.

This sentence is obviously a true legend of the ghost god gate.

The true legend of the Ghost God Sect turned red, but he didn't dare to speak out, Zhang Zong is the deacon of the Four Holy Lands Ten Thousand Beasts Imperial Extreme Sect, and he is a master of the Shenhai level, whether it is in the background power or cultivation, the two sides are not at the same level, not to mention that this Zhang Zong's profession is the Demon Master!

The demon master profession can summon spirit pets to fight, Zhang Zong doesn't need to make a move, just summon a spirit pet to kill the true disciple of this ghost god sect.

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a loud roar from behind him, and a cold frozen air and a blazing heat wave surged, breaking the space-time corridor, and the two figures fell here in embarrassment.

"Phew, what the hell is this place?!"

One of the crimson figures was holding a large knife, propped up on the ground, his clothes were in tatters, his face was as black as if he had been smeared with a layer of pot bottom, and he spat a few mouthfuls of spittle.

"Beiyue Bai, it's all your damn little white face, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been hit by the Nirvana Storm and ended up in this hellish place!" said the black-faced knife-wielding boy scolding.

The fair-skinned, cold-skinned young man on the opposite side also looked embarrassed, and the frozen armor on his original body was cracked, and when he heard the words of the black-faced young man, he suddenly glared angrily.

"Nangong Potian, you still have the face to say, if you didn't do it as soon as you saw me, how could I not be able to dodge?"

"Uncle, are you still not convinced? Come on, come on, let's fight for another three hundred rounds!"

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?

Two teenagers, one black and one white, sat on the ground, and before they could see the surrounding environment clearly, they quarreled, one with a knife and the other with a gun, and their bodies were murderous, it was Nangong Potian and Beiyue Bai.

Everyone looked at these two goods speechlessly, the Beiyue valve and the Nangong valve were really as rumored, and they were in the same situation as soon as they met them.

I didn't expect that these two people were actually hit by the Nirvana Storm and didn't die, but because of a blessing in disguise, they came to this statue space, and they couldn't help but have all kinds of strange expressions on their faces.

"Ahem~, I said two, you better don't fight and kill first, make money with anger, make money with anger!"

In the crowd, Xiao Chuanzong of Taishi Xuanzong coughed and said with a smile on his face.

Nangong Potian and Beiyue Bai, who were fighting for red-eared faces, heard a human voice in their ears at first glance, jumped out a few meters away in shock, looked over vigilantly, and were stunned when they saw a group of people looking at him.

"Hmph! The last thing my Nangong family lacks is money!" Nangong Potian snorted.

"Explosive household!" Beiyue Bai disdained, making Nangong angry, and the two almost fought again.

In fact, among the four major valves, the Nangong valve and the Beiyue valve have always been in a state of opposition, the Nangong valve looks down on the Beiyue valve to put on a shelf, pretending, and the North Vietnamese valve despises the style of the Nangong valve to collect money, thinking that it has no background, and calls it an outbreak.

Of course, there are deeper interests involved, and it is not enough for outsiders.

......

"So, in these nine murals, there is a mystery of contemplating the artistic conception of time?"

Looking at the tall and magnificent messy murals in front of him, Nangong Potian frowned and said, although he was extraordinary, he also looked at these murals with a blank look in his eyes.

I don't understand it at all.

"Yes! For thousands of years, there have been many people who have entered the secret realm of the Celestial Law to cultivate, but there are very few people who have comprehended the artistic conception of time, and one of my elders is one of them. According to what he said, there is more than one place in the space-time corridor where you can comprehend the artistic conception of time, but this place is the easiest node to comprehend!"

Zhang Zong said casually, he knew that even if he told the mystery of these murals, it was not so easy to comprehend the artistic conception of time.

In history, there have been thousands of people who have entered here, but only a few have successfully participated in enlightenment.

The comprehension of artistic conception depends entirely on one's own understanding, and outsiders cannot help at all, but it is easy to cause counterproductive effects.

The mural is here, telling everyone that the artistic conception of time is hidden inside, but in Zhang Zong's opinion, among the dozen or so young masters in front of him, only one or two have the opportunity to comprehend, and there is little hope.

When everyone looked at it, they saw these nine murals, which were:

Water Drops, Thunder, Mountains, Winds, Flames, Ten Thousand Trees, Stars, Golden Pagodas, and the last one is the Void Chaos Map.

The images on the nine murals are very simple, as if they were children's graffiti, there are no rules to speak of, and it is completely impossible to see that there is a temporal mood on them.

This made everyone wonder if Zhang Zong had lied to them.

"Hehe, there are only statues and murals in this space, if you are not afraid of death, go out and study the statue. Seeing everyone's expressions, Zhang Zong smiled and didn't care.

The few people who had just seen the scene of the poisonous bee being rotten and dying by the power of time couldn't help but tremble, and their cold hair stood on end.

Kill them, and don't dare to come near your three statues, it's too terrifying and weird.

In addition to the immortality of giants above the human immortal level, even if they are real powerhouses, in the face of this kind of power of time, I am afraid that they will be exhausted and die of old age!

"Amitabha, thank you Senior Zhang for reminding me!" The monk Zhizang of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple folded his hands and thanked him, and walked along these murals.

Others such as Tingxue Lou, Haoran Sect and others thought for a moment, and began to ponder these murals, the statue would definitely not be touched, unless they were impatient.

In this statue space, in addition to the statues, there are only these murals left, and Zhang Zong has no need to lie to them.

Lin Ran nodded to the two young men of the Zongren Mansion and the Wu'an Palace, and walked towards the first water drop diagram with Yu Yao, he was the envoy of the imperial court, and the Zongren Mansion and the Wu'an Mansion were both from the same side of the Liufeng Empire, so he said hello twice.

"Huh?"

Standing in front of the first water drop diagram, Lin Ran looked at it at first glance and felt unremarkable, but when he looked at it for the second time, he suddenly saw a trace of mystery, and his eyes were firmly fixed on it.

The mural is very simple, only a drop of water, which seems to fall from the sky, and the natural weather is very ordinary.

But in Lin Ran's eyes, there was a sudden peculiar change, two lives and two lives, from one drop of water to countless droplets, which suddenly descended from the sky, from a static black and white color to the appearance of heavy rain pouring around.

"It's ...... Swordsmanship?!"

Looking up at the heavy rain in the air, Lin Ran's eyes widened, he actually saw a set of swordsmanship from these countless raindrops, and the colorful spirit in his mind was shining with dazzling light, and he devoted himself to it.

Scold!

In his hand, a three-foot long sword condensed from rain appeared, and as the raindrops waved, what he displayed was not a vertical and horizontal sword technique, nor a basic sword move on the true solution of the sword, but a very strange set of sword techniques.

This sword technique is very slow, but above the blade of the sword, there is always an invisible aura, which is very terrifying!

Buzz——

The rain sword in Lin Ran's hand collided with the heavy rain in the sky, and the invisible fluctuations spread out, boom, his mind shook, and he suddenly retreated from that feeling.

When he opened his eyes again, the pouring rain around him had disappeared, Yu Yao frowned and stared at the water droplets, with doubts between his eyebrows, and the other people were either looking at the water droplet diagram or looking at other murals, and they all looked clueless, obviously nothing to gain.

"Just now I learned a set of swordsmanship......

Lin Ran sat cross-legged at the bottom of the water drop mural, the expression on his face adjusted, pretending to be ungained, but his heart was very shocked.

He didn't expect that he just glanced at this water drop diagram and actually understood something.

According to Zhang Zong, these murals do hide the artistic conception of time, but it is very difficult to comprehend, but Lin Ran actually understood it at a glance, although it is just a set of swordsmanship.

This sword technique gave Lin Ran a very strange feeling, different from the sword path he had practiced before, it seemed to be mixed with some strange and strange feelings, which seemed to be slow, but in fact it was secretly in line with the avenue.

He had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, this swordsmanship was absolutely amazing!

Looking up, Lin Ran looked at the water drop again, in his gaze, the water drop continued to expand, boom, and his surroundings once again turned into a picture of thunderstorms.

Ding dong!

A drop of rain fell from the sky, making a crisp sound on the ground, and a sword light suddenly flashed in Lin Ran's mind, making him stunned.