Ling Jianchen's palm just touched the Hell Shura mural.

Buzz!

The entire mural trembled violently.

I saw the green-faced and fanged fangs on the mural, and the extremely ferocious Hell Shura suddenly showed a hideous and evil smile.

His hands were covered with minced meat and heartbroken.

He held a blood-colored sickle in one hand and a purple gong in the other.

The sickle and the gong leaned forward with their hands.

It was amid a clamor, and he grabbed Ling Jianchen and the other two's necks, and with a swish, he pulled the three of them into the mural.

When the three of them entered the mural.

The hell Shura mural has once again restored its tranquility.

Above the aisle, there was silence.

"Fuck, I just said I can't touch it, are the three of us trapped in a painting?" Tang Rong muttered depressedly in the darkness.

Ling Jianchen smiled bitterly and said, "I have implicated you!"

"Mr. Ling, what are you saying? If it weren't for you, we would have died long ago..."

"Now, just take your life back to you! Haha..."

Tang Rong and Shen Wei smiled and comforted Ling Jianchen.

Ling Jianchen sighed: "You..."

Not finished speaking.

A ray of light appeared in front of me, but there were no sounds of Tang Rong and Shen Weigang in my ears.

A green grassland appeared faintly in the light.

The grassland is vast and the green grass on the ground gathers into a green ocean. With the breeze rippling slightly, the grass-colored waves are rising and falling one after another. As the gaps in the light in front of us become bigger and bigger, all the darkness recedes.

In the middle of the grassland, a gauze tent appeared out of thin air.

Inside the gauze tent.

You can vaguely see a beautiful figure sitting upright in it. There is a guqin in front of her. Her slender fingers fall on the strings like a lively elf. The guqin makes a crisp and pleasant sound. The sound of the guqin seems to have a magical power, which makes people quiet in an instant.

After the ancient song that is sometimes slow, sometimes rapid, sometimes melodious, sometimes irritating, sometimes irritating.

The gauze tent slowly opened.

The true appearance of the beautiful figure was revealed.

This is an exquisite face like a person in the painting, a long white dress, ethereal or a trace of fireworks.

Ling Jianchen felt that this beautiful figure was a little familiar. A little memory in his mind was to overlap her with the fairy statue in the Fairy Lake.

"A person with destiny, welcome to my painting!" The graceful and profound woman made a lively voice, her voice was as ethereal as a yellow oriole.

Ling Jianchen bowed to him: "Ling Tian, ​​I don't know if the girl is..."

"It turns out to be Mr. Ling, the little girl in the painting, the fairy in the painting is polite!" The fairy in the painting bowed slightly, waved her slender white palm, and a table appeared beside her.

Ling Jianchen took his seat in front of the table.

He looked inside the gauze tent and frowned and said, "The fairy just said that this is the realm of the painting?"

"Um!"

The immortal in the painting smiled and nodded, and continued, "The environment in the painting is from the world in the famous painting. This is the place where the master made it specifically for me..."

Ling Jianchen immediately understood.

In the ancient times of immortality, the path of immortality was endless.

Some practice Taoism and become immortals, some use calligraphy to become immortals, and some use paintings to become immortals.

Draw to the highest level.

Painting is true, true is painting.

There is no difference between real and real, real and fake.

When painting mountains, you become mountains, when painting water, you become water, and when painting beauty, you are beauties, and painting one world creates one world.

This is the origin of the immortals in the painting and the realm in the painting.

Ling Jianchen asked, "Dare you ask the fairy, my two friends..."

"They are fine, they are just staying in the mirror in another painting!" The immortal in the painting chuckled and looked up at Ling Jianchen, "Is Mr. Ling carrying the token of the Immortal Emperor?"

"Um?"

Ling Jianchen was stunned.

Token of the Immortal Emperor?

He hasn't brought it with him!

etc……

Ling Jianchen remembered that he felt aroused when he passed by the mural of Hell Shura before. In addition, the only immortal emperor he had come into contact with in his life was the Immortal Emperor, and his most recent contact was at Jiuse Peak. At that time, the Immortal Emperor's war soul of the Immortal Emperor once said that he would leave him a great opportunity. Could it be that?

"I have seen the Great Immortal Emperor..." Ling Jianchen said vaguely.

"The Great Immortal Emperor?"

The immortal in the painting was startled, his eyes flashed with strange light, staring at Ling Jianchen tightly. After a moment, she smiled bitterly, "No wonder Mr. Ling can awaken me. It turns out that the Immortal Emperor left a wisp of the origin of the Immortal Emperor on you. With this Immortal Emperor's origin, any strong man in the ancient era of my immortals would see you as a monarch. Please be worshiped by a little girl!"

The enchanting figure of the immortal in the painting slowly stood up, leaned over slightly, and bowed deeply to Ling Jianchen meticulously.

Ling Jianchen was quite embarrassed, and it was not to support him, nor was it not to support him.

Fortunately, after the immortal in the painting gave a salute, he sat back to his position, turned his hand, and a purple ring appeared in his palm, and handed it to Ling Jianchen. The immortal in the painting said: "Since Mr. Ling is the person who is the one who is in the eyes of the Great Immortal Emperor, he is naturally qualified to have everything left by his master. This ring is the key to opening the spirit of the palace. The inheritance left by the master is in the spirit of the palace, and the little woman handed it to Mr. Ling!"

"The Spirit of the Palace?"

Ling Jianchen's face moved slightly.

Every immortal Taoist palace has a spirit of the palace. The most common one is Shi Gandang, or the stone tablet of the palace... The owner of the immortal palace often entrusts his most precious treasure to the spirit of the palace.

Unexpectedly, I accidentally got the key to open the spirit of the palace.

Ling Jianchen smiled bitterly and said, "But now there are two powerful gods outside. Even if the key to the spirit of the palace in my hands, I want to make the spirit of the palace in the palace recognize the master from their noses, I am afraid it will not be that easy!"

The fairy in the painting smiled and shook her head, saying, "Young Master Ling, don't worry, what they went to was not the real backyard, but just entered another painting world. In fact, this Taoist Palace, including this Taoist Palace, is just a painting. Once all the treasures they obtained will turn into paper and ink and smoke to disappear. The little girl will send you to the painting world where the spirit of the palace is located. You can feel at ease to get the inheritance left by the owner from the spirit of the palace!"

Ling Jianchen suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Wan Kongting and the others.

Thank you for so much hard work.

So many people died.

As a result, the treasures they got were all just paper and ink, and they were all fake.

Ling Jianchen said: "I'll ask the fairy to send my friend over there."

"no problem!"

The immortal in the painting nodded and waved his hand. A space crack appeared in the void in front of Ling Jianchen. Ling Jianchen's body was swallowed by the space crack. The scenery in front of him shook, and Tang Rong and Shen Weigang appeared next to him one after another, and the three of them stood side by side.

Tang Rong was confused: "What is this place? Is hell?"

Shen Weigang murmured: "Is hell so beautiful?"
Chapter completed!