A snowman that froze on its own, a trace of divine thought suddenly disappeared, but the next moment, I felt that trace of divine thought being gushed out of the unknown crack stars by a terrifying suction, like a black hole revived, swallowing a trace of divine thought of the snowman and heading to an unknown place.

Even as the strongest person in this world, there is no way to know where that trace of divine thought has been swallowed. There's just no way to take it back.

The selection of holy places has become the hottest topic in Syracuse.

After returning to his senses, he directly slept in the snowman to cultivate, no one knew about it, but people didn't notice it, and soon, the news of the Holy Land selection came to the ears of the painter one after another, and things gradually became clear, and this Holy Land selection was determined by three winners.

However, this time it is a little different from usual, and the evaluator is the winner of the previous time as a referee to verify the artist's ability. This groundbreaking joint force is to deal with the legend left by the god of painting, although the finishing touch is verified by the personnel of the three major forces as the referee, the entire Syracuse City is controlled by the three major forces, this time I am afraid that the three major forces will secretly form an alliance or have other plans, except for Gu Qing, I am afraid that no one knows about it.

The results of this Holy Land selection can be said to make the three major forces the most satisfactory, and the legend of the painting god has suffered the most painful doubts in hundreds of years. But the decision of the three major forces is doomed to failure. In the past, more than half of the resources were lost, and what was gained was of no value.

Since this Holy Land selection goal is the finishing touch.

The three major forces will actively prepare for war, because of the previous misinformation because of the error of the calendar, the chaos between the calendars has been greatly damaged, so that the other small forces have obtained a lot of resources, and then the descendants left by the painting gods, some of the remaining master painters and guards are almost dead and wounded in the battles again and again. As for some of the small forces of the Three Sects and Nine Streams who were dormant in the dark, for some reason, they also raised their entire forces to join this Holy Land Selection Competition, and they were present one by one in front of the referees of the three major forces, without a trace of awe or panic from the biggest forces, but in any case, their situation at the moment was still far better than those painters who had no earthly experience.

On this day, after resting for many days, in the inexplicable speculation of the painters prepared by Syracuse, there were just too many people who disappeared in front of people, and they were a little uneasy.

As for the age limit of the painter, it could have been mentioned without mentioning it, but this time it was not the same as the last time, but directly issued a number of orders in a row, and soon the entire Syracuse City began to be lively, no matter whether it was in line with the rules or not, no one left this selection.

However, everyone began to pack their artist's bags and head to the main entrance.

In front of the main entrance, about five miles or so, there is a place where gods and legends were once painted.

A group of running painters, hearing the referee's order, clearly explained the three selection examination rooms, because it was necessary to select the best of the talented Meiyu inside, and remove some painters who were not good enough to fish in troubled waters.

The first test is the observation of the scenery.

The second test is the artist's painting environment.

The third test is the charm of the painter.

Paint the whole of Syracuse in a month, and reflect the scenery pleasant, dreamlike, real and fake.

Many painters wander the city every day, especially at night, when the silver moon hangs high in the void, and the cold and biting wind blows wantonly, which is really shivering.

Painters, who usually have a painting in their hands, can store things and emit light to become a humanoid light bulb.

Gu Qing quietly listened to others explain the scenery, his eyes sparkling and looming, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Gu Qing, who is naturally foolproof, doesn't know that things have changed now. It's just that he is still doing his own thing, and his whereabouts are erratic, and it is really difficult to know where he is going. However, since every time he came back, somehow, something in the room was unexpectedly unexpectedly unexpected. Thinking of this, Gu Qing's brows furrowed slightly, and he unconsciously found that he had come to the door, he sighed, opened the door and walked in.

Gu Qing was standing next to the painting that had been moved, silently looking at the paintings around him, accompanying the paintings from childhood to adulthood, and heard movement behind him, but he didn't even move his head.

The knock at the door finally moved. Gu Qing paced slowly, walked to the door, and opened the door.

Gu Qing suddenly smiled, and looked at the person outside the door with interest, although it was just a person who painted it, this painter has been able to turn from illusion to reality, and already has charm, I'm afraid that the things inside should be of some help to the viewer, otherwise they won't understand my paintings.

Following this man, he turned around and went downstairs.

Heading towards the Cloud Pavilion.

A person has just watched the "person" who has turned the illusory into reality dozens of times, and he has not noticed how different it is from the person.

Aside from the immortal body, the only weakness is that it belongs to the drawing paper.

Semi-illusory entity with not too many weaknesses.

Gu Qing understands that there are some things that cannot only be solved by strength. This is the world of cultivation, this is the world of the jungle. Looking at the scene in front of him, the cruelty in front of him once again refreshed Gu Qing's cognition.

Although Gu Qing used to think that he was an ordinary day, now it seems that he has already entered the whirlpool of this turmoil, and understands that some things are not as simple as he thinks. His relatives went out and didn't come back, and the young corpse, the puppet in front of him, is the best explanation.

Real experience, real seeing, no one will give up the resources they have, the day of participating in the selection is about to pass halfway, the flame of thirst for strength, at the same time, the heart is burning even more, and at the same time planting a seed of hatred. Over time, it will sprout one day. It's just that when the time comes, I'll still be myself, just another world.

Offering such harsh conditions, Gu Qing naturally would not agree. After stabilizing his mind, he looked at this person with flat eyes, making him realize the cruelty of this world. At the same time, he also told who the murderer was, but the person behind the conspirator was too obvious after all. However, Gu Qing thought about it, but time passed slowly, and gradually the entire attic was only the sound of one person's breathing, which was quiet.

Half an hour later, he will finally have to face it, just like the moment when the old man in the clan died, he never forgot them, and he will face it one day, but now he is just aware of it early.

After all, Gu Qing's vision is different now since he saw the scenery outside. There is also a certain understanding of the cruelty of the world, but it is more believed that the cruelty of this world comes from the legend that has been passed down for a long time.

If it weren't for that legend, I am afraid they would not have experienced such a day, and they would not have moved to such a place where winter is like all year round.

Of course, the time to think about it is quietly gone, but there is no complete solution yet. Gu Qing's eyes sparkled at this moment, and his mood was the same, and for a while, he sighed, remembered, and made a decision indifferently, and left the Cloud Pavilion.

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