Chapter 365: Refining the Gods into the Painting (Recommended Ticket Plus Chapter)

Yun Yueyao: ......

She can also understand the little old man's current mood, it is nothing more than watching a generation of people not as good as a generation. Hate iron does not become steel, but there is nowhere to vent. Simply turn on the taunt mode and express the depression in your heart.

Now that she knew the difference between the Daotai Lotus Pattern and the previous Dan Pattern, Yun Yueyao didn't ask much.

After rubbing the jade slip, Yun Yueyao recovered her consciousness in the hairpin space as usual. With such an overload of divine consciousness, my brain was constantly swollen and tired.

She needs a certain amount of rest.

At this moment, Yun Yueyao really wanted to learn how to cultivate her divine sense. I used to think that my divine sense was strong, and I was an immortal soul, but I really didn't care about this aspect.

Now that she has really used it and discovered her shortcomings, she has faced up to this problem.

Yun Yueyao remembered that there seemed to be this aspect in the exercises collected before.

She ran to the treasure vault and rummaged through all the exercises she had seen before, and found a small piece of iron in the fragment.

Because it was a fragment, she looked at it with little interest and put it down, not wanting to need it now.

Yun Yueyao was a little hesitant, after all, the risk of cultivating the fragments was extremely high, she thought about it for a long time and decided to wait until the last time to go to Baichuan Pavilion again to see if there was a better choice in Baichuan Pavilion.

So, this matter was put aside by her again, but it was still put on the agenda.

When she went to Baichuan Pavilion again, the little girl was still staring at her, even after letting her in, she would still stare at her and just look at her.

Yun Yueyao said that she had been watched more times, and she was calm.

Stand in front of the bookshelf again and look at the categories below. Suddenly, Yun Yueyao stopped her gaze in the spirit refining class, stretched out her hand, and was ushered into the room.

This room is much simpler, there are no tables, just four walls, and there is a painting on the wall.

Yun Yueyao blinked and looked around, nothing? She had no choice but to keep her eyes on the painting.

She couldn't take her eyes off it.

Yun Yueyao's expression gradually dissipated, and then the figure disappeared again.

And on the painting she was looking at, there was a small figure, which was the disappeared Yun Yueyao.

It's a foggy painting, and at first glance, you can't see anything clearly, but it always feels like there's something peeping in the painting.

Yun Yueyao noticed this and stared at the painting with straight eyes.

However, looking at it, she seemed to have lost herself. I forgot why I was staring at the painting. Until she was conscious, she suddenly didn't know where she was.

Yun Yueyao was dazed for a moment, suddenly froze, and when she looked around again, she realized that she might have strayed into the realm of painting.

Thinking of the mirror realm during the assessment, Yun Yueyao calmed down a lot and began to walk in the painting.

After walking like this, she realized that this painting needed to consume her consciousness throughout the whole process to see the road and scenery that was close at hand.

It's like a bottomless lake in front of her, if she hadn't explored it carefully, I'm afraid it would have fallen down at this moment.

And in the water, there was a huge black shadow swimming back and forth, and Yun Yueyao's back was cold. Those dark shadows gave her the feeling that it was very dangerous, extremely dangerous.

If she falls, she may never get up again.

This feeling made her dare not act rashly in this painting, and she had to overdraw a large amount of divine consciousness at every step in order to see the rapidly changing scenery around her.

Yes, the scenery is not static.

The big lake she had just seen disappeared in the blink of an eye, and it had become a peach blossom forest with blooming flowers again.

Because of this, she can be said to be struggling in this painting.