Of course Zhou Heng won't say what happened, he won't say it, let alone confuse the sky, and the others will only wonder.

The second monk was puzzled, and looked at the immortals in the manor, looked left and right to find nothing, and then returned to go in. In their thoughts, it may be that after they entered the manor, they triggered the reaction of the breath and mechanism inside, and this is the momentum of the immortals!

This shows that there really must be immortals here!

Everyone was excited and hurried to find it.

Zhou Heng did not refine the fragment of the gate for the first time, but followed the waves and walked forward with everyone.

The structure of this manor is quite simple, but every brick and tile is not extremely strong, even the powerhouses of the Divine Infant Realm do not want to tear down the house and conduct a thorough search, so they can only honestly rummage through the boxes and cabinets, like a burglar.

"Huh!"

"Hmm!"

From time to time, they could hear cries of surprise, and they all came from one place, and when Zhou Heng and Mitian also came to a huge attic, someone happened to enter before them, and they immediately heard that person let out an exclamation.

What's the mystery in this, how can a person snort when they go in?

Before he could turn his mind, he saw that the person who had just gone in walked out again, let out another exclamation, and then walked in again, and this time there was no more exclamation.

Eccentric!

It's so weird!

These people are all ancestors at the level of the Birth Realm and the Divine Infant Realm, how could they do such an inexplicable thing?

Zhou Heng's curiosity was great, and he walked to the door with the bewildering sky, and took a deep breath. He strode in.

"Huh!"

The moment he walked in, Zhou Heng immediately let out a shock. The reason is very simple, his spiritual power is gone!

For warriors. Spiritual power is life!

Suddenly found that he had no spiritual power, who could not be surprised?

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

This time, he endured it without saying a word!

It's no wonder that everyone who enters and exits this pavilion will be surprised, it's really impossible not to be surprised!

Of course, there are exceptions - the heavens!

Zhou Heng couldn't help laughing, this woman hadn't even reached the cultivation level of the first level of body refining. There is no spiritual power in the body at all, and I guess I didn't feel anything!

He entered the pavilion again, and when he looked at it, the space was very large, about thirty zhang wide, and the depth was more than 100 zhang, there was not a single piece of furniture, and there were only futons on the ground, which was obviously quite simple.

The people who came in before sat on a futon. They were separated by a few feet, and they all fixed their eyes on the inner wall, on which hung seven paintings, all of which were of a man dancing with a sword. It's just that the posture is different.

Swordsmanship?

No wonder these people look at it, if this is really the fairy realm swordsmanship, then just learning one style is a huge gain! That's not how you can become an immortal!

People kept coming in, less than half an hour. Almost everyone 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 they can only be designed by the old owner, and the rooms are so that everyone will come here, regardless of the front foot or the back foot.

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

When they arrived here, although their spiritual power was restricted, their minds were not restricted, and Zhou Heng could clearly deduce that at least half of the entire manor had not been detected - not to mention, they had not yet passed through the area that had been cut by the terrifying energy.

Zhou Heng quickly hid this question in his heart, and like everyone else, he also found a futon to sit down and fixed his eyes on the seven paintings.

Although he has learned the Ling Tian Nine Style, this set of swordsmanship is not suitable for ordinary use at all, and if he uses it, he will either die or his strength will be exhausted, and there is no way out!

If you can get another immortal-level swordsmanship, it will naturally be better!

Moreover, even if those seven paintings were really a set of swordsmanship, this power would definitely be far inferior to Ling Tianjiu's style! This was obvious, the previous owner of the black sword was just the aftermath of a sword qi that destroyed this place, and the gap was so big that it flew into the sky!

But for Zhou Heng, at this stage, a less powerful sword technique is more suitable for him, and his strength will be exhausted after not using a sword.

He gazed at the seven paintings, and soon his mind was immersed in them, and he felt that there were infinite mysteries hidden in them, but they were too complicated, and the confusion of thoughts came to him, but he did not grasp anything.

In the pavilion, the birds were silent, and everyone knew that the seven paintings of the Dao must contain the truth of the Great Dao, and they could feel it, but maybe their level was too low, but they couldn't grasp the true meaning of it.

This made them scratch their ears and cheeks, and their hearts were itchy and uncomfortable.

Zhou Heng looked at the confused sky, this peerless heavenly girl was already yawning boredly, supporting her chin with a slender hand, looking thirsty and sleepy. He couldn't help but smile and said, "I can lend you a shoulder to lean on!"

Confused and white glanced at him, but he moved the futon over, and after sitting down against him, he pressed half of his body on Zhou Heng's body, and soon let out a long breathing sound, and he really fell asleep.

In the whole world, I'm afraid that only she will disdain the face of the immortal law, but fall asleep, right?

Zhou Heng couldn't help but smile, and a normal heart swelled up, his thoughts were smooth, and he was not shocked by honor and disgrace.

He straightened his mind, but fixed his eyes on the first painting, in which an old man in a green shirt held a long sword flat, surrounded by colorful fallen leaves. I don't know how long I stared at it, but the fallen leaves actually moved, falling one by one!

Not only the fallen leaves, but the old man also moved, and the person moved the sword, showing a very mysterious swordsmanship.

Zhou Heng's body was like a wood carving, but the divine light above his head was shining, turning into a golden villain, holding a black sword, and dancing with the old man, one sword was born, all things were born, one sword was destroyed, and all things were destroyed.

A sword technique danced in a round, and the first painting suddenly emitted a strong glow, which shocked everyone's eyes wide. Wow, a green light flew out of the painting. submerged into the top of Zhou Heng's head.

"Feiyu Seven Swords!"

"The leaves are falling and the edge is extinguished!"

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

This is a mouthmark that matches the previous style of swordsmanship!

Zhou Heng looked at the first painting again. But I found that it was empty, and there were no old men or fallen leaves, just a blank piece of paper.

There is such a magical way to teach the sword!

Only one person!

Teng Tengteng, seeing the first painting disappear suddenly, everyone stood up and stared at Zhou Heng with vicious eyes, full of murderous aura.

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

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

Zhou Heng swept around everyone and said, "Yes or no, what's your business?"

"Bold!" everyone shouted.

Which of them are the existence of the Birth Realm and the Divine Infant Realm, and there are even a few characters who emerged from the unsealed period in ancient times, which one is not arrogant, how can they stand Zhou Heng's attitude.

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

He hooked his fingers.

Everyone was speechless for a while, and then they realized that they had been completely restricted after entering this place with a single cultivation! They are all ordinary old men and old women!

If it weren't for the suppression of spiritual power here, but not the erasure of spiritual power, they would all die of old age!

Wouldn't it be humiliating to fight with the young and strong Zhou Heng? If a large group of ancestors in the Birth Realm and the Divine Infant Realm were beaten by a junior in the Spirit Sea Realm, their noses and faces were swollen. Will they still have the face to come out to meet people in the future?

In the face of Zhou Heng's one-man rule, all the strong people chose to swallow their anger.

It's a shame, I was so stunned by a junior in the Spirit Sea Realm that I couldn't make a sound, but it was better than being ridden by Zhou Heng as a horse. Punch the head strong, right?

Shout!

At that moment, another flash of green light flickered. The fourth painting suddenly went blank, and the green light disappeared into the head of a middle-aged man. Obviously, he also received a style of swordsmanship.

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

Zhou Heng glanced at the middle-aged man, it was an imposing man, just a sitting posture gave people a calm momentum like a mountain! It was not a human being, but from the Heavenly Demon Clan, with a pair of wings behind him.

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

Zhou Heng didn't have time to waste, although he was secretly curious about the identity of the demon clan man that day, he suppressed it for the time being.

Wow, another green light flashed, and it sank into the heart of the third person's head, but it was a strong man from the Night Demon Clan, also a middle-aged man, with pointed ears and purple hair, exuding a majestic and domineering momentum.

The sixth painting is also gone.

Unexpectedly, it was actually three young people who really got the harvest!

Are they really getting old?

Those characters of the older generation all showed a wry smile, and in the face of this scene, they all had a sense of old age that could not resist the passage of time.

But this thought was only a flash, and they immediately became ambitious again, and looked at the sword painting on the wall again - as long as they learn immortal arts, it is possible to achieve the position of immortals, and any Tianjiao will be trampled under their feet, and they will be young again!

Soon, the agitation stopped, and everyone's eyes were on the wall.

Shout!

The fourth green light flashed and disappeared into Zhou Heng's brain, and the second painting disappeared.

"Blossom in the world!"

......

The fifth green light flashed, and it didn't enter the middle-aged man's body of the Heavenly Demon Clan, and he also got the inheritance of the two-style swordsmanship.

......

The sixth green light flashed, and the man from the Night Demon Clan was also not far behind, and he also obtained two styles of swordsmanship!

......

Everyone was nervous, staring at the last painting.

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