Zhang Linchen only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, his eyes were dark, and the next moment, he found himself in the Taoist temple, holding the blood-colored picture scroll in his hand. He was stunned for a moment, looked at the scroll and frowned, everything that happened just now felt like he was in a dream, and now he woke up from the dream and returned to the real world.

"Where was that?"

He was thinking carefully, looking at the scroll, and he felt that this painting seemed to be a little less than just now, less evil, and very ordinary.

"Am I entering the world of paintings?"

Recalling the corpse mountain and sea of blood just now, the evil aura was awe-inspiring, and it gave him a very real feeling, desolate and miserable, and the world was lonely, as if there really was such a world, and he had been in it and encountered a crisis. Merely...... At a critical juncture, the unparalleled figure of the Nine Realms appeared, breaking everything, pushing the heavens and saving him.

He immediately looked at the stone slab in the sea of qi, calm and unremarkable, emitting a faint glow, but the liquid formed by spiritual power was close to nothing. If those figures were not mistaken, they were nine humanoid drawings on the stone slabs.

"If it weren't for the power of the slate, I'm afraid I would be more than lucky!" Zhang Linchen said secretly.

He felt a little happy and the rest of his life, he was hit without any consciousness, and fell into that inexplicable place, covered with blood, which was really terrifying.

And in that situation just now, so many figures are probably ghosts, passing through his body one by one, so it is difficult for anyone to bear, and sooner or later there will be a big problem, but fortunately, the slate shot at the critical moment. He guessed correctly, the slate was absolutely extraordinary, and finally it did not contain it in vain, and it played a role at the critical moment.

"Is this world real, or is it just an illusion?"

He rolled up the painting, put it in the jade pendant, and then looked at his own situation, there was no change, and there was no smell, not like a person who had been to that place and returned immediately.

"Is it really an illusion?"

Zhang Linchen was a little puzzled, but the only thing that was certain was that this picture scroll was by no means simple, and he didn't know who put such a thing on the back of the stone statue's head, and what was the effect?

It doesn't look like a trap for him, otherwise there is no need to stick the painting in that corner, and if he doesn't want to clean it, he won't go to the stage and find it.

"It could have been placed by a being and forgotten, or damaged, or fallen...... Forget it, let's keep cleaning!"

Zhang Linchen waved the light in his hand, ready to brush away the thick dust on the statue, and then he noticed that something was wrong, looked at the floating ash on the ground, and compared it.

The dust on the idol was different from the others, the former was darker in color, and it looked like clay stuck to it, and he touched a little dust with his two fingers, and after careful inspection, he found nothing strange.

Shaking his head, soon, he wiped all the dust on the idol with spiritual power, walked down the high platform, looked back, and nodded with satisfaction, sure enough, the idol was much more majestic and extraordinary.

"The Taoist temple is dilapidated, and the statue is still in such a gaseous state, it seems that the caster was also very unusual back then!"

Zhang Linchen dusted off the floating ash on the futon, sat down cross-legged in front of the statue, and the coming night was behind him.

For more than a month, he traveled a long distance during the day and rested at night, without encountering danger. According to his route, it is estimated that after walking for another day, he will arrive at an ancient city that is not very big, and when the time comes, he will sell the elixir he got except for Zhu Huaguo, and by the way, see if anyone is willing to accept those scraps and bones.

He remembered that Wang Duan and said that he could sell it for a good price, but the result was completely different, either no one knew him, or the bid was extremely low.

"At that time, Wang Duan should have fallen into the darkness for some reason, just like me, and I always felt that something was wrong with the situation at that time, but I couldn't say the specific reason. ”

After all, that place is too dark and weird, a magical place, full of unknowns and confusion, and it is understandable that anything strange happens.

Zhang Linchen looked inwardly at the stone slabs in the sea of qi, and used some of the spiritual power that had just recovered to make them manifest and observe. Thinking back to the blood-colored world just now, those nine villains were simply invincible, boundless in anger, and nothing could be approached, and they were excluded. Every one of their movements was deeply engraved in his mind, that kind of momentum, that kind of artistic conception, which cannot be described in words. He was greatly inspired, and at the same time he was thinking about whether he could manifest the powerful nine villains again.

In the past, these nine villains were all making mystical changes on the stone slab, which were the same for eternity, exuding the existence of nothing. But just now, he had never felt so truly how powerful they were, maybe that was what they really were, or the true appearance of the person who created this method, peerless ferocity.

This can also indirectly explain why this method is called Zhuxian Boxing, and it must have killed those ethereal and ethereal "immortals" who don't know whether they exist!

He thinks that his perception of "Zhuxian Fist" is just a drop in the ocean, far from being profound, not only that, but this epic magic is also flawed, and it comes to an abrupt end in the middle.

But despite this, the things on the slate benefited him immensely, and he was able to study for a long time.

The spiritual power in the sea of qi had just been exhausted, and now he couldn't recover immediately, so he began to meditate, and his mind repeatedly recalled the nine villains in the blood-colored world, and he went deep into it for a while, and he actually forgot himself.

After opening his eyes, the corners of his mouth showed a trace of imperceptible joy, this is the excitement of the harvest, and his understanding of "Zhuxian Fist" is deeper, thanks to the nine villains.

As soon as he turned his head, he looked through the window and saw some sunset, shining brightly. When he closed his eyes, he saw the sun sinking, night falling, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the evening clouds, and he said to himself: "How long has it been?"

He got up and glanced around, nothing changed, then pushed the door open, and the scene did not change. But when he looked back, he was stunned for a moment. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the statue, the golden light was shining, as if it was shining itself, adding a sense of sacredness and oppression to the original majestic appearance, and in his eyes the statue seemed to be a little taller, and a kind of momentum permeated out, which made people can't help but worship it.

He blinked, and that unique momentum disappeared again, as if it had never appeared, and he also felt that he was in a trance, and then he admired the statue caster even more, just some sunlight exposure, there would be such a change.

Looking at the door, he turned back to the house and said secretly, "I'm going to spend the night here again tonight!"

Sitting on the futon, Zhang Linchen took out a piece of paper, this is "Cangying Sword Intent", he has been contemplating it a few days ago, and finally realized something, which can be said to be the beginning.

This is a boundless sword intent, nothing in the world can compare with it, it is all under the control of the sword intent, no matter how time flows, no one can escape. As if the way of heaven, under its management and control, everything has a fixed number, no matter how it develops and changes, it will never escape death, and it cannot be disobeyed or the other party. Whoever it wants to die, it will die, and some things that are already predestined, it just advances them.

In Zhang Linchen's view, this is not only a sword intent, but also a road, an incomparably powerful and bright road.

"The existence that created the Sword Intent of the Darkness must be a peerless powerhouse!"

Ever since he gradually comprehended a deeper level, whenever he contemplated, countless sword qi appeared in his mind galloping or dancing, they were elegant and agile, thick and simple, sharp and fast, slow and frustrated, and so on. In fact, this is attacking each other, as if it contains all the changes in the world, exhausting everything, and finally returning to the beginning, the sword qi disappears, and becomes single and pure, as if there is nothing. This is the most original state of "Cangying Sword Intent", which is intangible in the tangible and unintentional in order to be intentional. In fact, there is still something to come, but he has not realized it yet.

Before, because he didn't have a sword, he once sharpened a wooden sword, and when he used the mysterious changes he sensed to fight the enemy, the effect was remarkable. This was only when he was not familiar with the sword itself, and after careful consideration, he decided to abandon the sword and instead see himself as a sword, because everyone is the most familiar with their own flesh.

From the beginning of the rustiness to the later gradually better, the realm of entering the gods allows him to control every detail of the body, so as to make some subtle adjustments and changes, but if you want to achieve something small and integrate into all aspects, it will take a long time.

Zhang Linchen held the "Cangying Sword Intent" in his hand and carefully contemplated, and after a while, a lot of freely fluttering sword qi appeared in his mind, flying back and forth, flying up and down. This is a myriad of changes in swordsmanship, very profound, gradually, he feels that he is practicing this change, as if all this sword qi is played by him one move at a time, and all kinds of power methods are naturally learned.

There is no need to teach more, and there is no need to learn more, it is a very natural way to know everything by heart, and the more you comprehend, the more amazing it is.

He opened his eyes again, got up and opened the door, and there was still a sunset, but the sun was obviously a little higher than before, as if time had been reversed.

Of course, he didn't really think that way, it was the realization that he forgot time, which was normal, and it had happened to him a lot before, which was very amazing.

In fact, this state is only a comprehension of the magic, not a complete enlightenment, and he is still far from that state. However, every time he feels for a long time, he will benefit a lot, and he will be happy.

When night fell, Zhang Linchen finished playing "Hundred Forging Opera", sat cross-legged on the futon, ran the exercises, and closed his eyes to breathe.

Tonight the sky was cloudless, the moon was exceptionally bright and shining, the breeze was gradually rising outside, the branches and dead grass rubbed against each other, and the rustling sound was incessant.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, all kinds of small noises are getting louder and louder, the Taoist temple is covered with a soft coat, but the inside is a lot darker, a statue of a god sits on a high platform, and Zhang Linchen is facing it below.