Jiang Feng was walking, he was walking towards a place.
That place is a mysterious building that he locked in the real world, watching the murals.
Outside the painting, no matter how large the mural is, it can be measured at a glance, and inside the painting, it is like being in a brand new world, boundless.
In the end, before Jiang Feng came to a pagoda, the pagoda was as high as a thousand meters high, with ninety-nine floors, like a giant sword of heaven and earth, standing on the earth, piercing the sky.
Here, the land was desolate, Jiang Feng remembered that this place was empty around the pagoda.
Walking on the ground, Jiang Feng kept approaching the pagoda.
This is the world in the painting constructed with the power of a totem, and the world in this painting is not such a beautiful place. For ordinary people, the pilgrimage mural of Wanxian is like hell. After the monks are sucked in, they will It is directly refined to make its remnant soul become a point in the painting.
In addition to the Wanxian Pilgrimage fresco, Jiang Feng has observed that there are a total of one hundred and eighty thousand people recorded on the fresco.
This also means that Wanxian pilgrimage murals have refined over one hundred and eighty thousand monks.
These people are refined by the picture scroll, and their remnants are transformed into the figures in the picture.
Jiang Feng even wondered whether those mountains and rivers were all cultivated in.
Totem Continent, to cultivate with the power of totem, mountains and rivers also have their own energy, do not rule out this inference.
But these have nothing to do with Jiang Feng. He is here to find the coordinates of the starry sky. If there are in the Wanxian Pilgrimage mural, it is also in this thousand-zhang pagoda.
If he guessed correctly, this pagoda is similar to a cloak, and there are definitely many good things in it.
Of course, the picture scroll will not be refined by itself, and behind it is controlled by the strong, but most of this strong has accidents. With the mural paintings of the pilgrimage of thousands of immortals, many warriors, even mountains and rivers, are used to refine many warriors, even mountains and rivers, to make some kind of supply.
As for why the gods and spirits should be guarded instead of letting people step in, Jiang Feng guessed that most of them are enough to refine.
Those one hundred and eight thousand monks must have been cultivated in many years ago. Since then, they have been in the city of gods. In order to avoid being disturbed, the gods and spirits have been imprisoned here, guarding the pilgrimage of Wanxian for generations. mural.
As for the origin and purpose of the owner of the Wanxian Pilgrimage Mural, Jiang Feng cannot infer too clearly for the time being. Maybe there is everything he wants to know in the pagoda.
Just when Jiang Feng was about to approach the pagoda, he suddenly stopped.
In front of him, ten feet away, a figure appeared, dressed in ancient robes, his whole body was glowing, and his face looked like an old man.
"You are not an immortal, you can't come forward!" The old man said, very indifferent, he didn't feel like someone said it, to be precise, it didn't look like a living person said it. The voice didn't have a trace of vitality, only indifferent, ruthless. want.
"Are you a fairy?" Jiang Feng asked back, feeling that what the other party said was a bit ridiculous.
"Thousands of immortals are pilgrims, not immortals, and you can't move forward!" The old man in ancient robes, his tone still indifferent.
"A pilgrimage to thousands of immortals?" Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes when he heard the words: "So, your Excellency is one of the thousands of immortals? I don't know, you group of immortals, where is the sage?"
"No immortal, no entry, kill!" The old man in Gu Pao did not answer Jiang Feng's words, but raised his palm and slashed towards him.
"Let me see how powerful the so-called immortal is." Jiang Feng murmured, stepping out in one step, rushing into force, directly forming a fierce wind, and directing the opponent's figure to the arrow.
"Kill!" At this moment, Jiang Feng shouted loudly, his palm like a sky stele, pressing away strongly.
boom!
With a muffled sound, the old man's palm in the ancient robe suddenly burst into the void, and then Jiang Feng's palm fell and the fire spread out, melting the opponent directly.
"Is the immortal's strength so humble?" Jiang Feng sneered, retracted his big hand, put his back behind him, and continued to move forward.
Brush~
The footsteps had not taken three steps before, a ripple appeared in the void, and then another figure emerged, also wearing an ancient robe, who was also an old man.
"You are not a fairy, you must not move forward!"
After saying these words indifferently, the old man in Gupao took action, forming a seal of blockade in his hand, and walked towards Jiang Feng's suppression.
"Is it the so-called immortal again?"
"Today, I, someone Jiang, slaughtered you immortals!"
Jiang Feng's posture was like a god, unstoppable, and he saw that with a flick of his finger, a sturdy star's power came out in an instant.
Boom! ! !
With only a burst of sound, the pure star power directly exploded the seal of blockade cast by the opponent.
Shooting through the formation is not the end. The pure power of the stars, like a sharp arrow, shoots forward directly on the old man in ancient robe, causing his body to burst between the sky and the earth.
Jiang Feng's eyes were cold, and he continued to move forward, still not more than three steps, and ripples appeared in the void again.
This time, a hundred figures appeared, all dressed in ancient robes, old-fashioned.
Jiang Feng originally thought that these people who appeared were like gods and would never die. Even if they were killed, they would be resurrected soon.
But he observed carefully and found that this was not the case. Although these people appeared similar in appearance, they looked different.
"With the ability, all immortals will come out, and I will kill them one by one!" Jiang Feng said arrogantly, facing hundreds of people, he swept out with one punch, directly swept out a wave of incomparable murderous, madly slapped between the heaven and the earth. , And a hundred people were shrouded in an instant.
These hundreds of old men did not release their attacks, but under Jiang Feng's domineering fist, their attacks were vulnerable to a single blow, and they were directly shattered by the domineering fist.
Bang bang bang! ! !
A series of explosions sounded, and hundreds of elders turned into nothingness under Jiang Feng's punch.
"It's not a real physical body, it's worthy of being an immortal!" Jiang Feng said frantically, dismissing it, just as his words fell, one after another silhouette appeared in the surrounding world.
Jiang Feng did not rush into action. Even if he killed hundreds of people, it failed to arouse his desire to fight. On the contrary, he hoped that there would be more people, so that the slaughter would be more enjoyable!
In a short period of time, more than 9,800 old people appeared in all directions.
On the pilgrimage of Wanxian, except for those who had been killed before, the remaining people were just in line with the number of people who appeared now.
"Okay, it's all out, then it's all gone!" Jiang Feng showed a trace of madness in his eyes, fiercely spurring the power of the stars, and the supreme aura of trembling world broke out on his body.
At this moment, more than 9,800 elders spurred the power of the totem to perform various attacks and slammed towards Jiang Feng! !
This is a horrible scene. More than 9,800 old men are the people of the ten thousand immortals in the mural of the ten thousand immortals pilgrimage.
But Jiang Feng was also fearless, the domineering force spurred the power of the stars, and it was so rich that it almost burned on his body.
At the moment more than 9,800 immortals were killed in front of him, Jiang Feng suddenly opened his mouth and drank fiercely:
"Six Reincarnation Fists!" ()