The time of the day passed quickly, and when Xiao He announced that the end of the day was over, everyone dispersed one after another, and Xiao He and they left this side, but the painting plate still remained there, lying across the void, shining brightly, filled with a strange atmosphere, as if it were a treasure.

Many strong people who painted the temple guarded here, looking at this painting plate, but no one dared to rob it openly, although it was rumored that the painting saint was going to sit, but after all, no one had confirmed that the painting saint was seated, where a saint was, who dared to be presumptuous?

What's more, even if they don't paint saints, Xiaohe themselves are also strong in the list of sages, and the nine of them join forces, and there are almost no opponents.

Jun Molin did not leave, he still practiced on a stone platform.

The night was getting dark, and soon the night covered the sky, and the figures all left one after another, but the strong man who guarded the painting plate was still there, and Jun Molin was still sitting there quietly, thinking about today's chess game in his mind.

After deducing for a long time, his soul was a little tired, he opened his eyes, and looked ahead, the painting plate was still there, shining brightly, revealing a strange luster.

He seemed to see the picture of the day, on the painting plate, eighteen people stood there at the same time, and one after another the paintings of the rules fell, playing back in his mind.

At this time, in the sea of gods of Jun Molin, wisps of light turned into lines crisscrossed and appeared, and these lines faintly converged into a painting plate.

The picture he imagined in his mind was presented directly on the painting plate, Jun Molin seemed to be aware of it, his expression changed slightly, he closed his eyes again, and his consciousness entered the sea of gods

At this moment, his figure seemed to appear in the sea of gods, observing the painting plate, the wind and clouds on the painting plate were changing, and the figures of eighteen people were projected there, as if the picture in his mind was directly presented.

"Interesting. Jun Mo Lin showed a different color, and actually visualized a painting plate, and in his divine sea, the Tianlong Painting Bureau appeared.

Subsequently, Jun Molin's consciousness floated on the painting plate, and the painting bureau began to evolve, this time, he did not stand in his own position, but stood in Zong Zetian's position to see the overall situation, and it would be a different experience to observe the painting from a different angle.

Zong Zetian is indeed a genius in painting, and he has almost done his best.

After that, Jun Molin continued to change positions, he stood in the position of Xiao He, Kaiyuan and other Nine Great Disciples of the Painting Saint, to observe their painting style and the evolution of the situation, which was a new feeling.

"It's a chain ......"

Jun Molin walked on the canvas, and after a long time, he could see more clearly.

In the world of martial arts, painting can not be purely pure, painting can communicate with the formation, deducing the formation with painting, and painting is like a formation.

Painting the nine disciples of the saint, each of them is in the carved array, which means that there are nine arrays, and these nine arrays are not independent existences, but ninety-nine links, which are integrated into each other's formations, integrated in attack and defense, and invulnerable, which is the true meaning of the Tianlong Painting Bureau.

Zong Zetian was a genius, and he seemed to see this, so he used their power to contain the nine formations with nine different formations, and at the same time used himself as the core to integrate the formations.

It's just that the nine of them can't communicate their minds after all, it's not like painting nine holy disciples, although they are nine people, nine kinds of formations, but they seem to be one, not distinguishing each other.

From a high point of view, they will definitely be defeated.

If you want to crack the Sky Drawing Game, you have to crack this chain of formations.

However, the Tianlong Painting Bureau has almost no weaknesses, how to crack it?

Jun Molin thought of the son that Zong Ze asked him to give under during the day, his mind moved, and suddenly the picture on the painting plate flowed rapidly, and instantly became the situation at that time, and he fell according to the position that Zong Zetian said.

To a certain extent, the painting of rules falling on this position is indeed a stroke of genius, and it actually tore a crack in the opponent's formation, no wonder Chao Ge Yi and the others looked at themselves angrily at that time, obviously knowing the subtlety of this falling place.

He changed to Xiao He's position again, wanting to see how he would be the next son if he was Xiao He.

With a wave of his palm, the brush flew, and suddenly the situation began to evolve rapidly with his thoughts, and there were many changes on the painting plate.

Finally, Jun Molin stopped, and he suddenly looked at a location, revealing a look of shock.

Actually, is that so?

He finally knew where the sense of crisis came from, but he didn't expect that there was such a killing game in the Tianlong Painting Bureau, this one was simply terrifying.

Is there really a way to crack such a formation?

Jun Molin carefully watched the changes in the chess game, and found that this nine-chain array did have some similarities with the nine games laid out by the nine old men, as if it evolved from it, but it was interlocking, so the power was not comparable at all.

He continued to comprehend, deduce wildly, on the drawing plate, the rapid evolution of the formation, every moment is changing, and all these changes are imprinted in Jun Molin's mind, making his painting level improve at an extremely fast speed, as if overnight, he has read through all the chess books.

In the blink of an eye, a ray of dawn had appeared in the sky, and Jun Molin's eyes opened, and there was a trace of mist and dew in the mountains, wetting his clothes.

Practice, in addition, there are a few people on Xiaohan Mountain who have never left.

Stretching out his hand, Jun Molin gently stroked the hair in front of Mu Qingxue's forehead, Mu Qingxue's beautiful eyes opened, looked at Jun Molin, and showed a soft smile.

"Wake up. Jun Molin said softly.

"I haven't slept, I've been perceiving meditation. Mu Qingxue said softly: "What about you, how are you feeling?"

"Fortunately, I understand some Tianlong Paintings, but it's still difficult to crack it, and I don't know if there's a chance to do it. ”

Jun Mo Lin opened his mouth and said, even if his work in one night was better than many days of study before.

"Is there anything else you can't do?" Mu Qingxue smiled beautifully, as if she had blind confidence in Jun Molin.

"That's, even you can crutch it, what else can't you do. Jun Molin quipped, and Mu Qingxue glanced at him.

The red sun is gradually hanging high, and a new day begins, and people come up the mountain one after another, and on Xiaohan Mountain, it is lively again.

Many people are discussing, is there any chance to crack this Tianlong Painting Bureau?

Perhaps, in three months, the Tianlong Painting Bureau still can't be cracked, after all, it is left by the painting sanctuary, even if it can't be cracked, everyone will not be surprised.

Chao Gecheng, Chao Geyi, Hanjiang and others also arrived one after another, looking at the painting plate.

They also saw Jun Molin who came here, and glanced at him lightly, maybe they still have a grudge against yesterday's events, after all, they feel that that game is very close to breaking the game, and now if they come again, I am afraid that Xiao He will not be able to give them another chance.

Xiao He and the others also arrived, and walked in front of everyone, and then he smiled and said, "The next day, you can try to break the situation at any time." ”

With that, the group of them walked to the dazzling picture plate, waiting for everyone to crack it.

But no one was in a hurry to go up, everyone knew that for now, except for Zong Zetian who could threaten the Tianlong Painting Bureau, everyone else was just trying, that's all.

Then Zong Zetian, Mo Yang and the people of Zhudong Shenshan arrived together, and suddenly everyone's eyes fell on Zong Zetian.

He was still standing in the same position as yesterday, Mo Yang was standing below, and the rest of Dongshen Mountain was standing quietly behind him.

"Yesterday, the nine people were in formation, and it has threatened the Tianlong Painting Bureau, Zong Zetian, will you try again today?!" At this time, he looked at Ge Yi in the direction where Zong Zetian was and said.

"The nine disciples of the Painting Saint have the same mind, but the nine different painting styles are like one, even if you try again, it is still difficult to crack the Tianlong Painting Bureau. Zong Zetian said: "Today, I won't break the game. ”

He came today just to watch, not to break the formation.

"If it hadn't been for some accident yesterday, we would have had a chance, and today we would have replaced him with another person. Chao Geyi opened her mouth, and everyone understood in their hearts that the accident she was talking about was naturally Jun Molin.

Suddenly, many people looked in the direction where Jun Molin was.

Zong Zetian glanced at Jun Molin, after he went back yesterday, he also reviewed that game, and he also had doubts, whether his guidance was correct or not needed to be considered.

He also felt a hint of crisis, but where the crisis came from, he hadn't figured it out yet, he had taken into account all the positions that Xiao He might go down next, but after the successful operation of that painting, he couldn't determine which one Xiao He would play.

Therefore, this crisis also made him wonder.

Jun Molin looked up at Chao Geyi, beside him, Mu Qingxue and the others also looked a little displeased, this woman accused Jun Molin yesterday, and today the old matter is brought up again, and the change of person in her mouth naturally refers to the change of Jun Molin.

"Yesterday there were nine people, and your painting level was the worst, and there were a lot of loopholes. Jun Molin looked at Chao Geyi and said, his voice was very calm, without the slightest anger, just as if he was simply stating a certain fact.

Last night, he deduced and reviewed everyone's position, it was indeed Chao Geyi's painting style and painting skills the worst, if it weren't for Zong Zetian repeatedly making up for her, she would have been defeated.

Chao Geyi looked at Jun Molin, showed a strange look, and said, "Are you shifting the responsibility for failure on me?!"

"Of course not. Jun Mo Lin shook his head and said: "Since it is a battle of the nine, defeat is the business of the nine, and anyone is responsible, so naturally it cannot be the fault of one person, but your painting is indeed the worst of the nine." ”

Why is the Tianlong Painting Bureau strong, nine people are one, complement each other, ninety-nine links, but they have no trust at all, and they are doomed to fail from the beginning.

Many people looked at Jun Molin in surprise, his voice was light and breezy, but it was extremely affirmative, as if what he said was the truth.