I retracted my gaze and looked at the towering ancient peaks in front of me, the intricate caves on the mountain walls, and looked at the heights, the caves spread upwards in rows, and I didn't know how many people lived in this outer gate.

Some young men and women wearing black robes were in and out of the cave, Xie Guangkun had not yet confirmed the matter of the robes for me, so he fled, and the three of us wore miscellaneous clothes, and stood there, looking very conspicuous.

After digesting all the medicinal power, I have recovered to the consummation of Chongguan, and at this time I am only one chance away from Rakshasa.

But I still used the "Yin and Remnant Moon Deficiency" of the Desolate Great Venerable in advance, and after the illusion was launched, the only way I revealed was enlightenment.

Originally, according to my plan, I would first forbear, use the spiritual spring in the cave, and retreat for a few days, but after learning the rules of survival of the outer gate, I changed my mind.

There is no need to forbear.

According to the rules of the Dragon and Tiger List, once I break the ancient record, the sect will tilt more resources towards me, and treat me as a core disciple in the future to focus on cultivating.

To put it bluntly, this quota is equivalent to escort!

Outer Door - Inner Door - Core - Chief.

The chief disciple of Dragon Tiger Mountain is my ultimate goal, and only by achieving this goal can I be qualified to use the Three Flavors True Fire, and my brother Li Zhiwen will return to the world!

How could I miss this opportunity to compete for the rankings? I Zhu Feiyue, I can't raise my head when I am pressed by the ruthless aura, I want to rise from the micro-end, I want to change from a grain of sand to a sea, resources, it is indispensable!

A purer spiritual spring, a richer aura environment, and a more domineering elixir!

Without the support of these external objects, how many years and months will I be able to return to the Asura Path?

So today, on the first day I stepped through the outer door, on this ordinary evening, I made a crazy decision.

This decision may lead me to the abyss of destruction, from which I will never recover.

But I have to do it, and I think of it as a practice, a soul ordeal.

How can we appreciate the preciousness of life without experiencing death? Without stimulation, what can I take to awaken my extraordinary properties? Without the baptism of fear, how can we talk about the avenue?

I silently brought a stone, sat on the opposite side of the mountain wall, set up a drawing board, put all kinds of paint, and began to paint.

My unusual behavior attracted the minds of the outer disciples, but soon, they lost interest in me and looked away.

These disciples are basically rushing to the Guan Realm, and under the constraints of the rules of the Dragon and Tiger List, it is impossible for them to have too many thoughts about me, a little enlightened realm.

Killing me is a waste of time for them, and time is the most precious thing here.

"Li Xuantie, today, I, Zhao, am here to challenge you!"

"Qianjin, you can die."

"Ouyang Long, do you dare to compete with me?"

In a cheerful and peaceful atmosphere, several small-scale battles broke out in front of them, and the disciples who passed by didn't even bother to look at it, as if they had long been surprised by this.

For the realm of Chongguan, the fighting method is often long and not ornamental, and because the aura is not proficient, it is difficult to quickly decide life and death.

And in Asura, at the level of Huangquan, the dead are only a matter of seconds.

Looking at the dusty and thrilling fighting scene in front of him, Brother Tiger's frightened face was sweating wildly:

"Xiao Zhu, let's hide in the hole, shall we? It's too dangerous out there, don't hurt us by mistake......"

The drunkard also looked at me with a surprised face: "Brother Zhu, you? What are you doing? ”

After packing up my painting tools, I sat down in front of the drawing board and smiled at them: "You guys go back and find a place to hide first." ”

The drunkard wanted to ask me something again, but Brother Tiger pulled him back and fled:

"That's not right...... Xiao Zhu has gone crazy! ”

I looked up, looked at the huge mountain wall in front of me, took a deep breath, and screamed at the top of my voice:

"Me! Zhu Feiyue! Today, challenge you all! ”

This howling sound, the entire outer gate of the earthquake, trembled, and even the clouds in the sky dyed red by the sunset quickly collapsed!

Mountains and rocks crumble, and the earth shakes.

Those disciples who were fighting the Dharma stopped their movements, turned their heads, and looked at me in surprise, and on the mountain wall, the intricate gates of the cave mansion were also opened one by one, and almost all the disciples walked out of the cave mansion and looked at my location.

No one would have thought that a person who has attained enlightenment and a heavy heaven, a miscellaneous servant, would dare to shout and challenge the entire outer gate with his own strength!

This is the most cruel destruction of the soul, this is suicide, it is disrespect and spitting for life!

But they don't know that everything is just an appearance under the cover of illusion, and rushing to the Nine Heavens of the Pass Realm is my true Tao!

Hundreds of eyes looked at me at the same time, some curious, some cold and indifferent, some chatter, ridicule began to come and go, but I didn't listen at all, my face remained calm, my heart beat normally, and the paint-soaked brush sketched a few times on the white paper.

A tsunami of pitch-black flames swept forward.

This tsunami is about five meters high, and the whole body exudes a strong ink atmosphere, and the power of painting soul art comes more from inner perception than Taoism, although I fell from the altar, I can't exert one-ten-thousandth of the power of the past.

I have an asura's state of mind, a brush in my hand, although I only have the quality of Chongguan, but driven by the perception of painting, my technique far exceeds the scope of Chongguan realm!

The moment this pitch-black tsunami rushed over, it burned at least seven or eight disciples to death.

The tsunami was gone, leaving only the ground scorched and black.

The dead were all the people who laughed at me, and their smiles froze on the charred corpses, and they didn't even have time to scream, they had already gone to another world.

After a few seconds of dead silence, the crowd exploded!

"This person ...... It's an evil demon from the outside world! ”

"Kill, kill, kill! Let's kill him together! ”

The strong man of the Ten or so Chongguan Realm Dacheng rushed towards me viciously, and at this time, on the higher mountain peak in the distance, an old voice came:

"If anyone kills this person, he will be promoted to a core disciple immediately!"

This sentence was most likely issued by the Great Heavenly Master above, or a certain powerful elder, and it reverberated through the heavens and the earth, and even more inspired the disciples to kill!

In the midst of the roars and screams, people roared and screamed like a tide, and rushed towards me in all directions, all kinds of runes, hidden weapons, and unnamed spells were overwhelming, and in the darkness of the evening, there were countless young men and women, greedy and longing, flashing their eyes.

They should have a great future, they shouldn't have died, but the temptation of the core disciples is too great.

From the outer gate to the core, it is equivalent to a carp jumping over the dragon gate, no one can resist this temptation, not to mention, the opponent is just me, an ordinary soul painter.

In the face of the siege of hundreds of aura, there were deafening shouts and curses in my ears, at that moment, the mountains and rivers were discolored, and the sky was cracked, but my face still did not change.

How dare I fall, there is no one behind me.

The paintbrush, slowly sliding on the white paper, what is drawn, it doesn't matter anymore, today, is the day when I Zhu Feiyue achieves the peak of the soul painter! It was the day when my painting skills changed qualitatively!

Closing my eyes, I felt the sadness and deep loneliness in the depths of my soul.

Life and death, ordinariness and immortality, destruction and rebirth...... In the universe, all kinds of seemingly opposite elements are actually separated by a thin line.

The moment I stopped writing, it became an eternity.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a circular ripple of ink, centered on me, spreading out in all directions, this ripple was very faint, very faint, so faint that it was almost colorless.

It's so gentle, yet so deadly.

After the ripples dispersed, time really stood still, and there was nothing left on the mountain except the sound of the wind.

A few seconds later, the bloom of death ushered in, and the disciples who surrounded me like a tide fell to the ground one after another, and in front of my eyes, there was endless blood, and I could not see anything but blood.

Corpses littered the field.

But the killing feast from the Soul Painting Technique did not end, on the contrary, it had just begun, and more outer disciples jumped down from the high cave mansion and approached me!

Blood, which inspires them to desire even more!

Faced with the terrible scene of the earth shaking the mountain, the pen in my hand, stained with some paint, swiped diagonally on the white paper again, as before, I didn't care what I was drawing, the right hand holding the pen, like a spinning top, rotated rapidly, but this time, the appearance of the spell changed.

The previous ink ripples did not reappear, but were replaced by all kinds of terrifying ghosts and ghosts, red and pink skeletons with distorted shapes, and some ancient women's costumes, which came out of the white paper and flew towards those disciples.

There are also paper money, upside-down grave bags, faded black-and-white photographs, and the portraits in the photos have been distorted to the point where it is impossible to look at them directly......

The first round of attacks came from the sadness in my heart, and the second round came from my understanding of fear, and the sound of collision with the enemy's aura was deafening when these gloomy things flew out in all directions.

Soon, the second round was also over.

I saw people's screams, begging for mercy, and dying in pain—even the disciples of the Rushing Pass Realm Dacheng couldn't resist the power of the Soul Painting Technique.

Because, I started from a different place than theirs, I was an asura! My perception of art and the control of aura are far beyond their comparison!

The terrible talent for soul painting skills makes me crush everything within the same realm!

After two rounds of attacks, the scene was almost dead, and as for those disciples who survived and cried and fled for their lives, I didn't kill them all, but let them go.

Male corpses, female corpses, horizontal and vertical, the outer gate of Longhu Mountain has become a veritable hell.

I glanced coldly at the list not far away:

First: Zhu Feiyue 278

Have you already broken the records of the ancients?

At this moment, from the cave at the highest point of the mountain wall, three people slowly descended and fell in front of me.

These three people are all disciples of the Nine Heavens of the Chongguan Realm, if I guess correctly, they should be the top three people on the Dragon and Tiger List before.

Two men and one woman, both in their twenties, can be regarded as extremely talented in cultivating such Taoism.

After taking the photo, no one spoke, and the three of them took out a stick of incense from their sleeves at the same time, lit it, and the three of them held the incense and bowed down to me.

Three streams of turquoise smoke shot towards me, and the smoke formed three sharp swords in mid-air.

Three lives, three lives are endless, and more long swords appeared in the smoke, pouring down like raindrops.

The scene of my slaughter of the outer gate attracted the attention of many inner disciples, who stood on the steps from afar and looked at me with expressionless faces.

Before the rain of swords, I swung my brush on the white paper, and this time, it was also the last time I used it.

A faint white light magnified and diffused from the paper, brightening the surrounding dots.

The first is sadness, the second is the understanding of fear, so what is the third one?

I don't know, as I said before, I don't care what I paint, I leave everything to instinct.

When the white light illuminates the night sky overhead, it quietly extinguishes.

I looked ahead, the sword rain formed by the smoke had long since disappeared, and the incense in the hands of the three people opposite had also been extinguished, and the three people had lost their breath and fell to the ground to die, with strange smiles on their faces when they died.

It's over.

All the disciples in the Outer Gate Cave Mansion have fled and died, and there is nothing left.

On the Dragon and Tiger list, the number of my kills was finalized: 281

That's more than double the previous ancient record holders.

The inner disciples who were watching from a distance also retreated with blank expressions, and I rubbed my eyes and looked at the white paper in front of me.

I wondered, what kind of work did I just create?

What is the work that killed 280 people?

My gaze froze on the white paper, which was blank, and there was not even a trace of ink, as if everything that had happened before was just a dream, and I had not drawn any works at all, but those dense corpses reminded me...... I did draw something.

I bowed my head silently, and my whole body fell into a deep meditation, and gradually understood a truth.

For the soul painter, the appearance of the work itself is not important, but the inner growth that comes from the process of painting.

From nothing, to being, to nothing, to infinity.

In my eyes, this spotless white paper is the greatest work of art in the world, and I am afraid that only I can understand the Zen in it.