The seven elders of the stars have their own strengths, and Jing Lao is the strongest, and his attack is unparalleled. Wing Lao Yin is ruthless and vicious, cruel and killing.

And this ghost old man is unpredictable and good at the art of ghosts and gods, and this ghostly ghost fire that illuminates the temple is from him.

The faint blue light dispelled the darkness, and Lin Chen could see the surroundings clearly.

This is the main hall of the city, the walls are carved with delicate reliefs, and the floor is paved with a kind of fine glaze. And in the middle of the main hall, a shining throne stands, and after ten thousand years, it still exudes the breath of a king.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this throne, and Jing Lao strode forward, grabbing the handle of the throne, but found that this throne was like an old tree with roots, deep in the ground, and could not be shaken at all.

Lin Chen didn't look at the throne, his eyes were attracted by the murals on the surrounding walls.

It's different from the murals you see in that golden dungeon. The murals here are peaceful, without the slightest ethereal atmosphere. Lin Chen didn't even need to run the golden pupil, and the information on the mural was clearly transmitted to his mind.

Sun Hai also found the mural on the wall, but this time he kept his mind tight, not daring to relax, for fear of repeating the mistakes of the past and falling into the painting.

This is a picture of a sword, there are no figures, only swords, countless swords. Lin Chen stared at it, and the countless swords began to move, either slashing or picking, and in one move, the sword qi was connected in one piece, vertical and horizontal in all directions.

A sword aura came out from the wall, and suddenly slashed, and a fierce aura was revealed, approaching Lin Chen. He stepped away and was about to dodge, but the sword qi suddenly accelerated and slashed into his chest.

Lin Chen snorted, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he staggered back.

"Xiaoyou, what's wrong?" Sun Hai also stared at the mural, but he was puzzled. In his eyes, although the mural was lifelike and extremely expressive, it was nothing more than that, and there was nothing special about it. Looking at Lin Chen's reaction, it was obvious that he had observed something from it.

"Every mural here is a martial art, even a supernatural power. Lin Chen stabilized his mind, and the sword qi slashed into his body, turning into a stream of divine thought information, flowing in his heart.

What kind of powerful martial art is this?

It is engraved on the wall for people to practice, and it can also evolve boundless sword intent.

Although he was not harmed, the sharp blow still made Lin Chen break out in a cold sweat.

"What?" Sun Hai's eyes widened, and there was boundless surprise in his tone. But even if he stared at this sword picture for a long time, he didn't see any clues.

Turning his head and seeing Lin Chen sinking into the sword diagram at this moment, practicing peerless supernatural powers, he panicked in his heart.

"Oops!"

Bluebell suddenly screamed and sat on the ground, his face pale.

She wasn't interested in swordsmanship, so she didn't look at Lin Chen's sword drawing, but looked at the mural next to her.

Judging by the graphics, it was a set of stick techniques, and the moves were monotonous and not complicated. But when she looked carefully, she found that it was not as simple as she thought.

The person in the mural is holding a long stick, with a soft posture and elegant movements, which is more like a graceful dance when wielded.

It's just that there is a hidden killing intention in this dance, and the shadow of the Dao stick dances out of the stick flower, and the flower blooms, and the blue bell only feels an unparalleled sense of oppression coming, and the whole person is knocked down.

Seeing Lanling's appearance, Sun Hai asked, "You also sensed martial arts?"

Blue Bell nodded and muttered, "What kind of breaking martial arts is this, I still don't believe that I can't submit." With that, he immersed himself in the mural.

"Could it be that the martial arts in this mural can only be passed on by one person, and no matter how many times others observe it, they can't comprehend the true meaning?"

Sun Hai looked away from the sword diagram and looked for the mural engraved with martial arts supernatural powers.

This main hall is not large, but the walls are full of various reliefs. But there are only a few engraved with martial arts.

Among the twenty or so people who entered this main hall, many of them wanted to see something from the surrounding reliefs like Lin Chen, but most of them found nothing.

Sun Hai's gaze swept over the various reliefs one by one, but he was stunned that he didn't hit the reliefs inscribed with martial arts, making him beat his chest.

Hua Shuirou didn't even look at the surrounding reliefs, but just guarded the surroundings.

Lin Chen and Lan Ling were immersed in the inheritance of martial arts, and Sun Hai was anxious at the moment, constantly looking for reliefs, sensing whether there was any abnormality in them, and looking forward to the appearance of martial arts supernatural powers.

You must know that in this suppressive realm, everyone's current realm is basically at the same level. The heart of defense is indispensable, and Hua Shuirou naturally shoulders the responsibility of protecting the team.

Of course, she only stood beside Lin Chen, looking around with cold eyes.

"This ...... This is...... This is a supernatural power...... There is a supernatural power here!!"

Suddenly, one of the people in the team said in a trembling tone, and even his face turned red with excitement. He just glanced at it casually, and saw something shaking on the mural, and after careful induction, he found that it was a difficult and mysterious martial art.

And the martial arts that can make him, a martial artist who refines the Nine Heavens, can't understand must be a high-level martial arts level, and there is even a great possibility that the legendary Divine Power is scattered.

Sun Hai, who was not far away, heard the movement and rushed over quickly, but it was a step too slow.

Jing Lao fell from the sky and blocked in front of him. His eyes were clouded with a layer of aura, and the hidden mystery of the mural appeared in his eyes.

This is a picture of the crane dancing in the spring and autumn, the crane soars in the sky, its voice is like a song, its beak is like blood, and it soars in the air. A fierce eagle appeared, and the crane fought together, spreading its wings and striking each other, with a fierce roar, extremely fierce. In the end, the crane hissed, turned into a palm, the palm sometimes clenched into a fist, sometimes into a claw, one move after another, just now the fierce eagle was beaten and wailed, and there was no more ferocious arrogance, shaking its wings and fleeing.

Just as Jing Lao was observing the mural and comprehending the martial arts, the rest of the six elders of the Southern Constellation also rushed over and sat around, not letting others disturb him.

And the young man who discovered this mural just now, after Jing Lao came to the mural and opened his spiritual pupil, he couldn't see the true meaning of it anymore. Obviously, this martial art was overtaken by Jing Lao, and he took the lead.

After a long time, Jing Lao opened his eyes, exhaled, and said, "What a crane-shaped fist!"

His words were brief, only stating the name of the martial art, but not mentioning the rank of the martial art. But it was not difficult for everyone to see from Jing Lao's radiant face that the martial arts he had obtained were definitely not ordinary.

"Boom!"

The mural in front of Jing Lao suddenly cracked, collapsed, and turned into dust. This mural has fulfilled its mission and left a legacy that naturally cannot last forever.

"This mural hides mysteries, and there are magical powers and secret methods in it, so open your pupils and look for them. With a deep breath again, Elder Jing calmed down and said to several Star Elders behind him.

His voice was not loud, but it was clear in the empty temple to everyone's ears, as if it had been done on purpose.

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