The snow scene didn''t move and didn''t start, but a breath covered the Shen wave in an instant.
Nangong Yan and other three ancestors saw that this was the "artistic conception of death" and were shocked!
Although the people of Tianfeng city have low accomplishments, they can observe their words and expressions at least.
What can make the three ancestors so pale is naturally no small matter. Each one has made a sweat for Shen Lang!
At this time, in their eyes, the Shen wave, which was originally violent in the sense of war, was shrouded by that breath, and suddenly stood in the audience!
Everyone around could see clearly. Shen Lang was standing in the shadow with a radius of 20 feet.
But from this moment on, I can''t feel his breath at all!
As if something in the middle isolated Shen Lang from the outside world
Shen Lang not only had no breath, but also his eyes began to turn blood red. He clenched his hands and waved towards the front!
Seems to be resisting something!
But in people''s eyes, there is nothing in front of and around the Shen wave, only a shadow
"Is this the legendary artistic conception of death? It''s a big trouble now. It''s something that kills without blood..."
In front of the crowd, the pale Ling Chen said, with an anxious look in her eyes.
With Shen Lang''s cultivation, Ling Chen and others will never worry that he can''t fight the snow landscape.
But the artistic conception of death is extraordinary and can be equated with a powerful seal.
And if you want to break this seal, it doesn''t depend on the abundant spiritual power in the martial artist''s body or the strength of his skills
Even if Ling Chen is such a man of cultivation, he is inadvertently shrouded in the death artistic conception of the snow scene, I''m afraid he will die a narrow life!
Or Shen Lang can comprehend a more powerful artistic conception, directly use a powerful artistic conception to bang and force a breakthrough!
Or we can only break through by our indestructible will and powerful mind!
However, although Shen Lang''s sword intention is strong, it is quite different from the artistic conception of death.
Moreover, it seems that his sword intention is not strong enough to break the artistic conception of death. Otherwise, it would not have broken Yu wenhuaji''s defense.
If Shen Lang is strong, he is also a 16-year-old boy.
Even if you begin to practice from the womb, how strong can your mind be?
In this case, we can only rely on his will to fight
Ling Chen looked at each other and saw the color of horror and anxiety in each other''s eyes.
The palms of the four people were full of sweat, but they pretended not to care and winked at the dead people behind them.
The five people who had lost their lives immediately made a ha ha and began to comfort Shen Haotian and his wife: "brother Haotian, don''t worry. The son of the snow family''s bullshit mood can''t help Shen lang. don''t worry."
"Yes, yes, I''m optimistic about Shen Lang. Yu Wenhua and the old monster were all chopped by him. The snow scene was just a hairy boy. He was afraid of a hair!" Zui Qianbei seized the opportunity and said, but no one around him paid attention to him, which made him feel very boring.
"Uncle Tian, aunt die, you don''t have to worry. Although the artistic conception of death is powerful, Xiaolang''s will is indestructible. This artistic conception can''t hurt him. I firmly believe it!" Shui Qingwu said firmly holding Luo die''s hand: "besides, there are senior Buddhists here. If there is a problem, they will help!"
Shen Haotian and his wife looked at each other. Although they were nervous, they still nodded fiercely.
"The cultivation of the master in the air is so strong that he can frighten the eight strong Wang Wujing. I think he won''t let Langer encounter too much crisis." Shen Haotian can only comfort himself in his heart.
On the other side, seeing the artistic conception of death, the snow scene easily covered Shen waves and immediately burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, bastard boy, who do you think you are? Dare to scold me? Now I''ll show you the real details of the ancient aristocratic family! Let you know how far you are from us!"
"If you can''t get out of my artistic conception of death, you will die! You''re far from fighting with me!"
This snow scene was also a wise man. Although he was angry before, he also took all the things that happened in the air into his eyes.
Moreover, I have seen Shen Lang''s fight with Yu wenhuaji before. Although I despise Shen Lang, I still feel a lot of fear at the bottom of my heart.
Yu wenhuaji is the highest cultivation achievement of jiuchongtian in the Xuanwu realm, and he was chopped by Shen Lang. His snow scene was nothing more than a great accomplishment in the Xuanwu realm. The gap is not just a little.
Even if Shen Lang doesn''t use the ultimate move, it won''t be too troublesome to kill him.
Tianqing sect''s powerful Sabre skill is not only "magic Sabre formula"!
What''s more, Tianqing sect''s Sabre skills are all such things that can kill people at will!
He dared to swagger down because he was supported by a group of powerful followers, eight strong Wang Wujing and his aunt.
Eight strong Wang Wujing, such a lineup, even if it is to wipe out a xuantie force, it is also a matter of minutes!
But now they are stopped by the bald donkey. The old monk is famous for his disorderly behavior. Even his aunt is afraid of him.
It''s obviously impossible for them to help kill the boy.
"Since I can''t beat him, I''ll kill him with artistic conception! I''m a genius of the snow family and have touched the artistic conception of death! Don''t mention Shen Lang, a man from Tianfeng city. If I want to kill him, I won''t bother too much!"
"If yu Wenhua and the old ghost are shrouded in my artistic conception, it''s not easy to come out! You little rabbit, you''re dead!"
Whether it is sword or sword, or death, these artistic conception are very powerful.
To understand this artistic conception, in addition to excellent talent, we also need to go against the sky.
For example, Ling Chen got the sword lotus and finally realized the meaning of the sword.
If Ling Chen hadn''t been lucky, he couldn''t have touched Jianlian.
But in the snow house, this kind of thing is really nothing.
Under the guidance of family elders, Xuejing realized the artistic conception of death by using the unique conditions of death valley, a forbidden area of Xuejia family!
The whole generation of disciples of the snow family realized the artistic conception of death only by the number of five fingers, and the snow scene was among them!
Once the artistic conception of death is unfolded, those who are coerced by this artistic conception will immediately be shrouded by the overwhelming breath of death, their spirit will be eroded by the breath of death, encounter an inextricable dreamland, and soon die in the dreamland!
The reality of the dreamland in the artistic conception of death is appalling. If people inside think they are dead, no one can save them and they will really die!
It is said that there was once a powerful devil who shrouded a city with the artistic conception of death. In less than three hours, the whole city was completely crazy, killing each other, chaotic, and everyone lost consciousness.
Hundreds of thousands of people died in the bloody killings!
The whole city has simply become the land of death!
It can be seen that the horror of the artistic conception of death.
So even Nangong Yan and other three ancestors changed their complexion.
Now, Shen Lang is shrouded in this artistic conception!
"Xuejingyuan, if brother Lang is missing a hair, I will break you into pieces!"
Xuejingdang gnashed her teeth and scolded loudly. Then she turned to ask Master kongjing for help, but she saw master kongjing smiling at her.
Then, the old voice of master kongjing came from xuejingdang''s mind: "don''t worry, his artistic conception of death has just been realized. It''s not long before, but there is Shen Lang guarded by Xingyue Bodhi beads in his body. Moreover, I''m afraid Shen Lang can get out of this artistic conception of death safely if he doesn''t move and use Xingyue Bodhi beads."
"Master Kong Jing won''t lie to me. Let''s wait and see for a while!"
Xuejingdang bit her teeth and looked at the snow scene, then turned her eyes to Shen Lang.
At this moment, the people around, except for the strong ones such as kongjing, have withdrawn far away.
Because at this time, Shen Lang seems to have become crazy and constantly fight, as if he is fighting against thousands of troops.
Hit the sand and stones around, and the strong wind blew on my face
The horror of the artistic conception of death is incomprehensible to those who have not encountered it.
Most people outside the artistic conception of death are difficult to understand, but they know a lot about the Shen waves in the artistic conception of death.
Shen Lang was soaring in momentum and was preparing to fight xuejingyuan, but he didn''t think that he was only five or six years older than Dingdang. He had realized the terrible thing of death artistic conception.
Without time to dodge, he was silently shrouded in the artistic conception of death.
As soon as he entered the area of the artistic conception of death, the next moment, Shen Lang found himself in an endless wilderness. Everything around him was very strange. Countless skeletons emerged from the ground and gathered towards him from all directions!
Boundless death, filled in this space, overwhelming, evil and unparalleled!
The bright moon was almost obscured by the thick clouds turned from death
A long river composed of blood is rolling and flowing in front of the Shen wave. Endless blood overflows from the long river and spreads in all directions.
The smell of blood is suffocating.
"The artistic conception of death... It''s interesting..." Shen Lang whispered, punching out the crowding skeletons directly.
However, there are countless skeletons, and many of them are huge, like ancient giants with infinite power.
There are many skeletons that even Shen Lang can''t recognize what kind of monster it is. They rush towards Shen Lang as if they were going to crush him.
Even if many skeleton monsters were blown out one by one by the Shen wave, the endless skeletons in the periphery still surged like moths to the fire!
Then there was more and more blood on the ground, as if the long river had begun to flood.
The blood washed by the flood gathered near the Shen wave, forming a sea of blood. Suddenly, it boiled like boiling, and countless blood bubbles came out of the blood.
In the blood bubble, countless demon corpses began to climb out, covered with blood, and began to climb to shenlang.
Those endless skeletons, as if afraid of these demon corpses, made way for them.
Different from ordinary demon corpses, the eyes of these demon corpses are not empty.
But like the eyes of living people!
However, in the eyes of these demon corpses, there is fear, anger, grief, confusion, despair, unwilling... And violence!
Any look can make ordinary martial arts people split up!
Even Shen Lang''s mind suddenly shook his body when he touched it. He felt that his chest was smashed by a heavy hammer, his blood and blood flowed back, and his breathing became a little confused.
Bloody, boundless!
The wind howls and blows like a knife!