Three months later.

The courtyard is on a wide ground.

Song Yuan had almost comprehended the art of transfiguration, and he could try to urge it for the first time.

Three months have passed, and his mana has also increased a lot, and it is no longer such a tiny trace, and he has cultivated a wisp of mana that can barely be called a wisp.

He held his breath and condensed, secretly used his mana, and tried to use the art of transfiguration.

Song Yuan closed his eyes, stood quietly in place, and tried for dozens of breaths, but nothing happened.

He tried several spells, all of which failed.

"Take your time......"

Song Yuan exhaled slowly, pressed down his mind that had become a little impetuous due to several failures, breathed slowly a few times, and tried again after emptying his brain, and tried two more times.

"It's done!"

After a while, Song Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, a glint appeared in his eyes, and in the next moment, his figure changed rapidly, almost in the blink of an eye, he turned into a black python several feet long and covered in scale armor!

The python is a form that is relatively easy to change.

This is when he first tried to change shapes, so naturally he had to start with the easy ones.

Sizzle!

Song Yuan spit out the letter, coiled the python's body, and looked left and right with dark green snake pupils.

The walls of the courtyard, the houses and even the flowers and plants planted in the courtyard suddenly became much taller.

He was a little uncomfortable with the python form in front of him, but he also felt a sense of novelty in his heart.

After counting the interest.

The first time he used the spell, Song Yuan's changed python didn't last long before it turned back into a human form.

Time is so short that you can hardly do anything to count your breaths.

But this is the beginning.

Transfiguration is one of the most difficult spells to comprehend and one of the most difficult to cultivate.

It's good that he's been able to do it in just a few attempts.

"The last time I entered the mural world, it was around this time that I chose to leave.

There is no crisis in this world, I don't have to leave voluntarily, I don't know how long I can stay here. ”

Song Yuan's eyes moved slightly.

He naturally hopes that the longer the better, even a hundred years and a thousand years.

However, it is estimated that he will not be able to stay in the mural world for that long.

"There's enough mana left to try a few times. ”

Song Yuan continued to practice the art of transfiguration.

Next, he stayed in Yao's Mansion every day, in addition to cultivating the Qingxu Cave Tribulation Sutra, he was also practicing the art of transfiguration and change, and occasionally took a break and went out for a walk to breathe.

However, because before, he fought with Yao Muyun and Ma Yuanhua, destroyed a long street and beat him away, and the entire Xiaoshan Mansion knew that there were two immortals living in the Yao Mansion in the city, and even Yao Muyun and his appearance were spread.

After Song Yuan went out once, he was recognized, which caused a huge shock, and a group of people chased after him and wanted to worship him as a teacher, which was annoying.

Since then, he has stopped going out and has been focusing on cultivation.

Staying in the courtyard to cultivate all the time will be very boring and boring to be an ordinary person.

However, he felt that his mana was increasing day by day, his spells were becoming more and more proficient, and his strength was becoming more and more powerful, and he would have a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction, and he would rarely feel bored.

......

The cold came and the summer went by, and seven years passed in a flash.

High in the sky, between the white clouds, a black eagle with more than one wing, waving its wings and flying.

The eagle's eyes reflected the scene on the ground, in a mansion in the middle of the city, which crisscrossed the streets.

The black eagle fluttered its wings and swooped away, and when it was about to hit the ground, it suddenly changed into a human form.

A handsome young man with a handsome appearance and a heroic temperament fell to the ground and straightened his black robe.

Yesterday, he took the time to go out for a circle, changing into a black eagle and soaring into the world.

This time I went out to breathe, and to find out how big this mural world really is.

After some exploration, it was found that this world is not infinitely wide.

There are only two places, Shanxu Mansion and Xiaoshan Mansion, and a road between the two places.

If you want to go to other places, you will encounter a thick barrier that will make it difficult to get through.

"Is there only a place in the world of murals mentioned in legends?"

Back in the house, Song Yuan frowned and thought.

"Legend has it that it happened in a wooden house by the lake in Yama Xuan Province, so there is Shan Xuan Province in the mural world.

And when Yao Muyun introduced his origin, he said a word about the people of Xiaoshan, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, so there is Xiaoshan again. ”

Thinking of this, he shook his head.

"No, in that case, why is there Xiaoshan, but not Jiangsu and Zhejiang?

Could it be that because the territory of Jiangsu and Zhejiang is too wide, it is difficult to manifest the sacrifices?"

"Or is there a reason for Xiaoshan Mansion, is it because the protagonist of the legend, Yao Muyun, took me here?

If I ask him to take me somewhere else, will new areas emerge?

Or could he pass through and I was stopped by the barriers. ”

Song Yuan's eyes moved.

"Or maybe it's not just about mentioning it, but also about the local mural world involved in the plot?"

"But what happened in Xiaoshan Mansion is not mentioned in the legend.

Could it be that the legend is in the process of circulation, and it is already incomplete in later generations, and the original legend is that there is something that happened in Xiaoshan Mansion?"

Song Yuan made all kinds of speculations about why the mural world was so big.

His eyes flashed, thinking about whether he wanted to, and wanted to let Yao Muyun go on a trip with him to test it.

Outside the city of Xiaoshan.

A figure approached, wearing a cloak, his face could not be seen clearly in the shadow of the hood, and the most conspicuous thing was the three handles on his back like a peacock's tail screen lined up behind his back.

"Seven years!"

He looked up at the top of the city gate, with the plaque of Xiaoshan City written on it, his eyes flashed with hatred, and he gritted his teeth and whispered.

"I'm finally back!"

The figure looked gloomy and walked towards the city.

Seven years ago, in this city, two men joined forces to drive him away, ruining years of hard work in his business!

Seven years have passed, and his mana has increased, and the cultivation of those two people must not be standing still.

Although he is sure that he can outdo them two and kill them all!

But if you can easily defeat the two and avoid a thrilling battle, it will naturally be better.

He has to keep a low profile, and first take a look to see if there is a chance to break the two of them one by one!

The figure originally had this in mind.

But when he walked to the place where his original residence was, he saw that it had been torn down and replaced by a statue of cast iron kneeling on the side of the road with the same face as him.

He paused, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a monstrous anger appeared in his eyes, and suddenly all his thoughts were left behind him, leaving him with only murderous intent to vent!

"Damn it!"

The figure roared angrily, and the three long swords behind it were instantly unsheathed, and the deep black and sharp blades slashed towards the pedestrians on the road!

......

In the room, Song Yuan was sitting cross-legged, practicing.

Yao Muyun suddenly broke in, the situation was critical, he didn't have time to be polite, his expression was serious, and his tone was cold.

"Brother Song, that demon is back and is slaughtering people on the streets!"

"What?"

Song Yuan's face changed slightly, and he stood up suddenly.

It's been seven years, Ma Yuanhua hasn't come back, he's so immersed in cultivation that he almost forgot about it.

However, seven years doesn't seem to be a very long time for cultivators.