Library of Heaven’s Path

In the induction, the pointer keeps rotating on it and can't stop.

In this case, the aura is not too messy, it is too stable, and the thickness of the aura above and below the front, back, left and right is exactly the same.

"Aura and water flow are the same. The water in a dry well can be quiet and waveless, but as long as someone or something enters, it will inevitably produce a grain..."

A line of thoughts flashing in my mind is like a spark.

"The aura in front of me, I came in, but there is no change at all. I can only explain one point, or the aura here is too strange, not in accordance with common sense, or... the aura of induction is wrong! This trapped, given An illusion that the practitioners can't even distinguish the aura!"

Although this array of methods has not been seen, the famous teachers and the mainland have countless books and knowledge about the formation of the law, and things that are difficult for others to understand are not complicated in front of him.

"Close the six knowledge!"

The biggest effect of understanding the trap is to influence the senses of the practitioners. Zhang Hang’s eyes are closed, and the mind is moving, closing the six senses.

For a moment, he seemed to enter a dark and dark place, invisible, inaudible, and even the spirit fell into a deep sleep.

Quiet for a moment, as if to "see" a water leak appeared in sight.

This water leak is not big, the water inside is dripping on the ground, and the sound of ticking is made.

"This is it!"

A low voice, Zhang Hang does not move, inside Dan Tian, ​​a sword sounds, the sword of the gods that blends with the body, violently jumped out, gently swayed, turned into a giant sword across the heavens, falling into the water and falling under.

Hula!

The dark curtain was degraded and the light returned to sight.

Zhang hangs open his eyes and sees it. Before he reached out, he couldn’t see the temple of the five fingers, and countless torches burned like a white scorpion.

"This trapped, it really is trapped inside..."

Spit a sigh of relief, Zhang Sushou understood, the bet was right.

This kind of array method will completely trap people, even if the soul can not escape, there is only one way to see, hear, hear, and explore, do not believe, close the six senses, use the heart The most pure induction to find.

It doesn't have much to do with understanding the understanding of the law. As long as the mind is pure and the mind is strong, it can be quickly discovered and broken.

That is to say, the trapped person, even if he does not know anything about the law, can succeed in breaking the battle like him.

"In less than one-tenth of the time, break through [诛心阵], repair and mood are very good, have qualified to enter the second floor!"

The voice of the Confucius continued to ring.

A row of stone ladders suddenly appeared.

“Hey? Is it qualified? What are you doing?”

Zhang is full of confusion.

I thought that since the other party had already guessed that he would send it through the altar, he must have made preparations for a long time, ambushing countless false gods to kill himself, dreaming, not thinking, but also the second layer...

What the **** is this guy doing?

Quiet all around, no one answered.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang hangs and lifts his foot to the steps.

Stepping on the first step, I immediately felt a special pressure, crushed, and seemed to exclude his soul from the flesh.

"It should be brought by the gods..."

As the eyebrows rise, Zhang Hang continues to move forward.

The power in front of us creates a sense of powerlessness from the depths of the heart, as if it were the blood and the suppression of the biological chain.

Just like an ordinary person seeing a roaring tiger, he can't help but feel soft.

From the depths of the soul, unable to hide, there is no way to refuse.

But... for him, nothing.

Hey!

The pendant of the chest emits warmth, and the pressure suddenly disappears without a trace. Zhang hangs slowly and walks to the second floor of the room.

It is also a wide hall, surrounded by eight paintings on the wall, showing the appearance of a gossip array, as if suppressing something.

Zhang hanging to see.

Eight people are painted, some holding long swords, some holding long knives, some holding iron whip, and some holding hammers... different appearances and different forms.

Before I came to the front, I felt the sense of oppression through the picture, crushed to the body, giving people a sense of sharpness.

"The level of these paintings is not high, but... the person who paints is very strong! Although it is a simple few, it will be integrated into the charm of the painter, and the pseudo-god and the peak can not compete..."

Zhang hangs in the famous mainland, has reached the realm of the nine-star painting and calligraphy artist, the understanding of painting and calligraphy, not to mention the shoulder-shoulder, certainly will not be too far apart.

In front of the picture, the stroke is simple, the style is rough, in the famous mainland, the general Samsung painter can draw, but ... the charm and power contained in it is not the book painter can complete.

Even if he is, he may not be able to do it.

“Is it... the gods personally wrote?”

I am afraid that only the gods can paint themselves in such a way that they can put such powerful power on ordinary paper, so that they have existed for so many years and still have such powerful power.

Eight paintings, six of which are colored, one becomes dim, like black and white photographs, and the other one, which loses half of the color, is neither categorical nor boring, nor does it know that it was not possible to paint it at the beginning, or for other reasons.

After watching it for a while, I didn't find any useful clues. I didn't wait until the voice of Confucius continued to ring. Zhang Hang had to come to a picture.

If you want to leave, you must be concerned with these pictures, you must find a way to solve the mystery.

This one is a tall and strong man with a ring like a brass bell. He is armed with a hammer and has full strength.

Slightly hesitant, the fingers stretched out and touched one.

call!

The whole person disappeared in place and appeared in an extremely vast wilderness.

Here, the whole body is white, there is no green grass, no vegetation, no walls, just like an illusory dream.

"Get started!"

Zhang hangs up and sees the person in the painting, holding two huge hammers, looking cold and cold.

"I am... entering the picture?"

Zhang hanging a stay.

This is the person in the painting, did not expect to touch it, he also entered the picture, became part of it.

"Why should I start?"

See the opposite side of the murderous, Zhang hanging frown.

I don't know why, I will enter the picture, do it... Why do you want to do it.

"If you don't do it, you have been stuck here, don't think about going out..."

Cold-sounding, the strong man holding the double hammer on the opposite side, regardless of his consent to disagree, the hammer danced out the wind and crushed down.

Before I came to the front, Zhang Sushang was all stiff, and there was cold sweat on his head.

The strength of the person in the painting actually surpassed the peak of the pseudo-deity before the explosion, and even... it is stronger than the Confucius!

"God..."

For a moment, he understood that the person in front of him, even if it was not a real god, was not much different.

Lifting the palm of his hand and just wanting to sacrifice the long sword, it was discovered that the storage ring lost contact with the spirit, and the palm of the hand, I do not know when, there are two huge hammers that are exactly the same as the other.

Unexpectedly, in the picture, the weapons were also restricted. The hanging suede was pumped and the face was ugly: "There was no special cultivation of the hammer."

He has practiced swordsmanship, gunfare, knives... he has never touched a hammer and has never used it.

This kind of thought has not flashed in my mind, the other party has come to the front, the hammer is mixed with a huge roar, and the air is broken.

Hammer attack, power is the key, the trick is not as light as the sword, but it gives people, they have to block, but they can't resist.

Taking a step back and avoiding the attack, Zhang’s heart was anxious: “You can only learn now...”

Hammer martial arts and combat methods, although not now, but from the famous mainland to the heavens, the cheats about this martial arts, I do not know how much, has been stored in the library, has not been transferred!

Since you can only use this in the picture, it is better to learn about it.

"correct!"

Bring together all the cheats about the hammer in the library and make a spirit.

A brand new book appeared in front of you, and a little bit of knowledge flowed into your mind.

Although the library often produces gray gas, but in times of crisis, it can not care so much.

Those, you can find a solution in the future, if you don't use it, you will be beaten to death by the guy in front of you.

Heaven is blocked, the library is here, but it is impossible to explore the defects of other items. The books contained in it, it is still very easy to form the correct exercises.

While dodging, while learning, after a few breaths, the Tiandao hammer method will be integrated and become your own knowledge.

Understand the hammer method, the breath of Zhang Sushang suddenly changed, the whole portrait became a long sword with a sheath, and the sharpness was cold.

Hey!

The hammer collided with the hammer, and Zhang’s tiger’s mouth was numb, but the other party did not take advantage of it, and the attack was not so fast.

"If you fight this way, you will be exhausted and you may not be able to win. You must think of other ways..."

Although the other party is only a character in the painting, but the strength is comparable to the gods, he is able to compete after the promotion, but he wants to win, not so easy, but continues, will eventually fail because of the power consumption too much!

After all, the characters in the painting, as long as they are in the painting, are as endless as the perpetual motion, and they are not the same, they are different, and they are exhausted.

"The opponent's hammer method is even better than my heavenly hammer method. If you can integrate it into my martial arts, you should be able to win..."

An idea came out.

Although he learned the Heavenly Hammer method, he can still compare with the other side. He still has a slight difference. It is not so simple to win. Unless he learns the other's tricks thoroughly.

Then the two merge to create a more powerful martial arts!

Thinking of this, I dare not hesitate and hurriedly looked at the past.

Whirring whirring!

The other side's hammer, continue to crush, Zhang Hang to remember every trick.

There were hundreds of moves in the battle, the eyebrows were wrinkled, and the eyes were strange.

"His hammering method, there are only a total of ... twelve strokes, other tricks, are these are the transformation and evolution of these?"