"After a long time, I can't think of you kid, you have grown to the point where you have grown to such a point!" Although he repeatedly refused to admit defeat in his heart, looking at Zhang Baidao, who could easily kill his mortal enemy, Lin Meng still had to say a word of obedience.

"It's just a coincidence!" Zhang Baijian did not shirk excessively, of course, what he said was not false, only those who have really experienced it will understand how sincere Zhang Baijian's words are.

Lin Meng nodded naturally: "Yes!

"How many people have spent their lives and worked hard, but what they lack is the four words of this coincidence, and in the end it is just a bamboo basket to draw water, and it is just empty!" Although he repeatedly emphasized his fighting spirit and will, which had not been worn out, Zhang Baijian could still hear a trace of his depression from Lin Meng's tone.

"Brother Lin, I have something to ask for, I hope you don't refuse!" Comfort obviously has no effect on Lin Meng, and he can only let him regain his confidence in the battle, which is the fundamental way.

"What's the matter, you can say it!" Lin Meng cheered up slightly and said to Zhang Baijian.

Zhang Baijian nodded and said, "Ling Yun and a group of her disciples should be imprisoned somewhere in the fortress, and I only have one clue, and that is a strange woman who likes to paint." ”

"Ling Yun has an accident, I will definitely help with this matter, she is also my friend!" Lin Meng said.

After agreeing, Lin Meng's face showed caution and said, "What about you? What are you going to do? You don't want to go deeper, right?"

Zhang Baijian nodded: "That's what I mean!"

It's not that Zhang Baijian suddenly has a hot head, but that he is in the fourth layer of prison. After finding Lin Meng, a feeling suddenly arose. It seems that going deeper into the depths, he will encounter something. The achievement of the witch god has a sense of heaven and earth. Although the sky is chaotic now, this feeling can not be wrong.

Now that we're here, of course, we have to find out.

"In that case, be careful! I don't know what the layers are down there. However, looking at those three old guys before, it is obvious that the way they avoided talking about it below is not simple!" Lin Meng reminded.

"I know! Be careful! There are so many powerful people in this organization. It's more likely that a few emperor gods will come out, you have to be careful!" didn't have much effort to catch up with Lin Meng, and the two explained a few words to each other. Then one rushed up, and the other continued to dive to a deeper prison.

Walk through the caves that lead in all directions and descend to the fifth level of the prison.

Fifth Tier Prison. It turned out to be a rather quaint-looking hall. On the four walls of the hall, there are magnificent murals.

These murals seem to tell a story that once existed in history, and each story has an indescribable magic that seems to draw people into it and push it into that once magnificent era.

The old ghost came out from behind Zhang Baijian and watched these murals with Zhang Baijian. Thoughtfully.

"Do you see what's coming?" asked Zhang Baijian.

The old ghost shook his head, his face full of contemplation. Obviously, his mind was not focused on talking to Zhang Baijian.

"Brother Zhang, what is painted in this picture, I know!" Meng Yinyin, who had been turning into the Emperor God Pill and hiding in Zhang Baijian's arms, suddenly spoke.

This little guy is extremely lethargic. After entering the main world, she seemed to have some changes because of the complete rules and environment of the main world, and she became even more silent. Zhang Baijian thought that something was wrong with her.

Meng Yinyin turned into a little girl, stood beside Zhang Baijian and took Zhang Baijian's hand, leading him to a mural.

Zhang Baijian looked at the mural.

In the mural, a slender figure surrounded by an ethereal aura, holding a divine sword, stepping on boundless clouds, fighting with countless strange races.

This is clearly a very lofty mural, but a rich and indissoluble bloody atmosphere is rushing to the face.

"What's in here?" Zhang Baijian asked Meng Yinyin.

"Immortal King Fights Hundred Clans!" replied not Meng Yinyin, but an old ghost.

"Immortal King?" Zhang Baijian asked subconsciously.

"For the Immortal King, although I don't know what an immortal is, this Immortal King has left some records in unknown history, and its strength is terrifying and terrifying, and it seems that it has reached the level of the ancestors of the past. The old ghost said with a sigh.

And Meng Yinyin spoke several times, but the old ghost took the lead, pouted, snorted twice, and also turned into the Emperor God Pill, fell back into Zhang Baijian's arms, and continued to sleep.

Standing in front of the painting 'Immortal King Fighting the Hundred Clans', Zhang Baijian always felt that this picture gave him an indescribable feeling.

Continuing to look at this picture, in a trance, Zhang Baijian felt as if he had traveled through endless time and space.

When the gaze refocused, there were countless hideous and vicious faces in front of him.

And in his hand, what he held tightly was an incomparably strange divine sword, and what he stepped on was the boundless sea of clouds.

"What's going on? I've become the fairy king in the painting?"

"Could it be that unconsciously, someone's way? It's also because I'm careless! I'm in the fifth-layer prison, and I'm still distracted..." Thinking of this, Zhang Baijian shook his head slightly.

On the opposite side, a golden-covered alien powerhouse, holding a golden spear, looked at Zhang Baijian coldly, with a bloodthirsty sneer on his face. There weren't too many words at all, and the next moment, waving a spear, stabbed at him.

Space and time trembled and tore under the tip of the spear, and the strong sharp breath was terrifying.

Subconsciously, Zhang Baijian grabbed it casually, and actually grabbed a cyan lotus flower from the sea of clouds, and then gently rotated it.

The petals fell off the stem, and then turned into several huge cyan runes, sticking towards the powerhouse who was suspected to be the Golden Clan.

The runes are like a big net that encompasses the strong man of the Golden Clan, and this strong man of the Golden Clan breaks through left and right in the large net of cyan runes, but he has never been able to get rid of the control of these runes, but has made his range of action smaller and smaller.

Before he could completely seal the powerhouse of this golden clan, another powerhouse of another alien race had already rushed towards Zhang Baijian.

In his hand, he held a long sword engraved with more than a dozen runes, the long sword was in the air, and more than a dozen cyan lotus flowers blocking the front shattered one after another, and the murderous sword qi turned into a nimble poisonous snake, rushing towards Zhang Baijian.

These sword qi not only contain powerful power, but can also cut time and space. And there is a power to annihilate people's souls, if they are really injured by these sword qi, I am afraid that no matter how powerful the divine soul is, it will be wiped out one by one in front of this power.

Also subconsciously, Zhang Baijian waved his sleeves and pulled up the dozen cyan lotus flowers that had just risen from the sea of clouds in front of him, and then mixed with the cloud waves in the sea of clouds turned into a blue-white wave towards this alien powerhouse.

This alien powerhouse is also very good, in the face of such a powerful blow as Zhang Baidao, the long sword in his hand turned, and countless sword shadows were differentiated, forming a silver cocoon around his body, blocking those clouds and waves and cyan lotus flowers one by one.

The cyan runes on the cocoon flickered and moved, like flowing duckweed, with a very unique and ancient charm.

"Is this... Ancient Artifact, Qingping Sword?" Zhang Baijian's heart sounded the voice of an old ghost.

"Qingping Sword, isn't it in Jin Ao's hands, could it be that the person in this painting is a certain senior of the Qingping Sword Sect?" Zhang Baijian said secretly in his heart.

"Old ghost, you're here too? Great! What the hell is going on?" Zhang Baijian hurriedly asked.

The old ghost's voice was also puzzled: "Obviously, you have fallen into some kind of strange magic, and you have been brought into the mural and entered the real illusion. It's just... Why do you still have the ability of the fairy king in the painting in this fantasy realm? It's strange!"

"Real Illusion?"

"What the hell is going on, explain it to me clearly!" Zhang Baijian was confused, and he could only pull the old ghost and let him give himself a reasonable explanation.

(To be continued.) )

PS: At the request of a friend, I recommend a good book "The Reopening of the Cultivation Realm".