The relics of the Meng Dynasty were auctioned off by acquaintances, and some things were much simpler.

For example, cleaning up the ruins.

The Taixuan Ruins are full of demonic spirits that can be reborn.

If you don't have targeted skills, you have to spend a long time, four or five times back and forth, to completely clear a ruin.

For mid-to-high-level Heroic Spirits, this matter is not difficult to get, but it is too time-consuming, and the benefits are not proportional to the effort.

Even with targeted skills, the demons scattered in all corners of the ruins must be cleaned up little by little.

Again, it's quite a hassle.

But now—

The white-clothed painter's mind moved, and a painting scroll flew out behind him and unfolded automatically.

A demonic body of human skin pounced out of the scroll and rushed towards the demons in various parts of the ruins, fighting with them.

The scroll was then split into two and fell into the hands of Ruan Xiangyu and Emperor Wu.

They injected power into the scroll, and rushed out of the two-headed painting demon to join the battlefield.

There's no need to do it yourself.

Just the summons that came out of the Hundred Demon Diagram could continuously clean up the ruins and demon spirits, causing them to shatter into a stream of rich demonic energy, which was snatched away and absorbed by the demon sword in the hands of the demon refiner.

"This is the Hundred Demon Diagram that Wu Thirteen has in mind?!"

Emperor Wu Twelve originally planned to slowly clean up the ruins.

Now I just need to sit next to me and rest, watch the painting demon work, and suddenly be happy.

He had heard from those martial arts heroes before, how easy the Hundred Demon Diagram was, and now that he saw it with his own eyes, he completely understood their yearning-

When placed in the Town Hour Ruins, each Heroic Spirit can summon an additional Painted Demon of the same strength, which is equivalent to doubling the strength!

This support ability is too strong, isn't it?

Its only drawback is that the owner is too strong.

As a legendary heroic spirit, after fully awakening, it is enough to step into the realm of A-level heroic spirits, and will fight side by side with those more powerful heroic spirits.

After all, how can there be such a thing as the strong assisting the weak?

"It's okay, I've enjoyed the assistance of my life now, and I can brag in front of Wu Shiyi and them when I go back...... Hey. ”

The Twelfth Emperor of Wu is like a big hairy child who has got a new toy.

It's a lot of fun there.

After saying goodbye to him, the white-clothed painter took Ruan Xiangyu to the depths of the ruins and chose the right awakening materials for him.

In the relics of the Meng Dynasty, time paintings are still easy to find.

After all, since the white-clothed painter left his name in history, the subsequent history of the Meng Dynasty was influenced by him, completely deviated, and became a prosperous era of painting.

In the past thousands of years, I don't know how many Danqing masters have appeared, leaving behind a huge number of works.

As for those ordinary grade paintings, there are countless of them.

Basically, in the ruins of the middle and late Meng Dynasty, as long as there are fragments of human buildings, there must be corresponding time paintings in them.

The white-clothed painter didn't waste any effort at all, and found a painting containing the power of time in a mansion.

"It's kind of ugly...... Forget it, it will be used. ”

Advanced materials are just simple materials.

As long as it can be used, no matter how high or low the quality is, it will not affect the strength after awakening.

The white-clothed painter was not too picky, and directly took out a large number of spirit stones prepared in advance from the storage scroll he carried with him, and began to awaken.

……

At the same time, the interior of the legendary ruins of the Tien Shan Mountains is held.

A day has passed, the immortal pond has dried up, and the spirit masters who came here to be baptized have long since left.

Only the old man Mougin, sitting on the top of the Tianshan Mountain, silently guarded the world where half of the area had turned into a ruin.

Under his guard, all the beings who have stepped out of the ruins of time and set foot in the ruins area.

Whether the strength is B-level or A-level, all of them are instantly shattered and dissipated into wisps of gray gas.

Only the old man on the summit is motionless, like a sculpture.

I don't know how long it has been.

In the depths of the ruins, in the bottomless cracks, a thick wisp of gray gas floated out.

The wisp of ash fell to the ground and turned into a half-beast, half-human, six-armed and six-legged creature.

Compared with the gray enemy who besieged the Thirteen Emperors of Martial Arts before, it had two arms and two legs, but its strength had increased by a whole grade, reaching the A-level level.

Even so, in front of Old Man Mougin, it was obviously not enough to live for a while.

But its goal is no longer to cross that line.

But I saw that its side face and eyes rolled, as if it had penetrated the barrier of the space of the time ruins, observing the every move of the old man Mougin.

At the same time, carefully take out a knife.

This knife is very strange, compared to a normal knife, it looks like a piece of meat, and even has subtle lines.

When the six-handed gray enemy raised his knife, he slashed it out of thin air.

The gray air of the ruins was torn apart by a narrow crack!

The rift is completely different from the surrounding rift, and the opposite side is no longer a pitch-black abyss, but a world full of bright colors.

The six-handed grey foe held his knife and stepped over the rift.

Obviously, the crack is spacious, enough to accommodate three or four of it in parallel, but there is an inexplicable sense of crowding, as if it is squeezed through the crack strongly.

When it passed through the breach, the front suddenly opened up—

This is an incomparably complete Taixuan ruin with no signs of transformation!

Among the ruins, there is even a heroic spirit wandering, either cleaning up demons or scavenging for mediums.

One of the Heroic Spirits was only four or five meters away from the six-handed grey enemy, but he passed by him.

The two are obviously in the same place, but they seem to be in two different worlds.

Failed to detect this strange presence that was close at hand.

The Six-Hand Grey Enemy did not attack the Heroic Spirit.

It seemed to be observing something, and waited quietly for a while.

Then he walked to the depths of the ruins, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed a trace, a bottomless rift.

The knife withered a lot, but it was still sharp.

The six-handed gray enemy picked up the knife again and swung it down again.

Opened a rift leading to the next ruin.

……

For Immortals, the most time-consuming part of awakening is the process of gathering materials.

Especially for high-level Heroic Spirits, the necessary materials often come from difficult relics, which are very valuable and take a lot of time to collect.

But as long as the materials are gathered, the awakening process only takes a momentary time.

When the painting scroll in the hand of the white-clothed painter fades and resurfaces one after another, it evolves into an incomparably exquisite [Immortal Slave].

The awakening has been completed.

The appearance has not changed in any way.

The white-clothed painter put away the picture of the immortal slave, and did not stay for long, and returned directly to the entrance of the ruins.

The Twelfth Emperor Wu was still there to manipulate the figure demon with great interest, and when he saw the white-clothed painter returning, his eyes showed a look of surprise.

"Pingsheng, you're over so soon?"

"It's just awakening, it's not a big deal."

The white-clothed painter smiled.

Although Emperor Wu Twelve had said that he could choose the medium items in the ruins at will.

Even if he took a few more media, Emperor Wu Twelve wouldn't mind.

But as a reputable thug, since he had discussed at the beginning that the remuneration was a Meng Dynasty medium, he would not take half more.

When you come out to do things, you pay attention to integrity.

"Then again, this relic is actually of limited value."

"I don't have much value in myself, and I was swept away by the Soul Master Association and took the most valuable things......

"If this place contains the fragments of the treasure land of the Meng Dynasty, it can be regarded as truly priceless!"

The Meng Dynasty naturally also had resources similar to the Tianshan Immortal Pond -

【Cailang Painting Workshop】.

If a certain time relic contains fragments of Cailang Painting Workshop, then the time paintings in it are truly rich!

And this kind of resource land, although it is only a fake shaped by the power of time.

But for Jiang He, it is also very attractive!

For example, the immortal pool in the Taixuan world, even if it is genuine, has the magical power to wash the muscles and veins of mortals and obtain the immortal body.

But the only thing that can enter it is the projection.

Jiang He himself couldn't run to the Taixuan World and soak in the immortal pool.

For him, on the contrary, it is the resources composed of the power of time in the spirit world, which is more practical.

Now that the awakening has been completed, the white-clothed painter is not in a hurry to leave.

sat directly beside Emperor Wu Twelve, ready to chat with him for a while-

"Brother Wu, I talked to Ling Lang when I was guarding Shixu before, and I learned the method of separating the mountain from him."

"It's just that I'm quite dull, I don't know much about martial arts, and the time is too short to fully master ......"

With the same method, everyone has a different grasp of the main points.

Since there was just a chance, the white-clothed painter simply consulted the Twelve Emperors of Wu again to lay a solid foundation for the next anchor.

When Emperor Wu heard this, he was happy.

"Pingsheng, it's not your fault, it's obviously Wu Thirteen's problem."

"That kid's method of separating the mountains was all taught to him by me, how many catties and taels does he have, I still don't know?"

"Come, let me teach you myself!"

The emperors of the Wu Dynasty were more generous than the other.

As soon as this side opened his mouth, he took the initiative to move out the family heirloom, for fear that he would not be able to learn.

The white-clothed painter couldn't help but smile and waved his hand.

"Brother Wu doesn't need to be in a hurry."

"It's still early, let's make two glasses first."

"It's never too late to learn the magic method later."

"Good!"

Emperor Wu nodded excitedly, got up and was about to go outside to buy wine, but was stopped by the white-clothed painter.

But when he raised his pen and waved, a trace cracked in the space, and a jar of fine wine had already been encapsulated, waiting to be opened.

Emperor Wu's eyes lit up.

"It's ......"

"Painting."

The white-clothed painter smiled to himself.

He had thought that the Erjue skill painting realm was just to improve the duration of the world in the painting.

But I didn't expect that the real effect of the painting is similar to opening the space mezzanine, and relying on the space mezzanine to show all kinds of wonders.

Enemies that are sealed in the world unless they have special abilities.

It is difficult to forcibly escape by tearing up the drawing paper by destroying the space in the painting, as the previous eight-handed gray enemy did.

After awakening a new skill.

The white-clothed painter immediately transferred the things he carried in his scroll to the painting environment.

This includes these wines prepared in advance.

Making friends with macho men, isn't there a little less atmosphere without alcohol?

"A good way to live!"

Emperor Wu laughed and sat back on the ground.

With a stroke of the white-clothed painter's brush, a jar of fine wine naturally flew out and landed in front of the two of them.

Ruan Xiangyu sat next to her, opening the lid of the wine for the white-clothed painter, and did not drink alcohol herself.

When she walked the rivers and lakes with the white-clothed painter in the past, she also tasted the contents of this cup, but her physique was not good, and she got drunk in three or two sips.

Since then, only wine has been poured and no glass has been raised.

At this time, only the white-clothed painter and the 12 emperors of Wu raised the altar and drank, talked very happily, and hated to meet late.

I don't know how long it has been.

There was already a jar of wine around the two of them.

The white-clothed painter burped his wine, waved his pen again, opened the painting realm, and prepared to bring two more jars of fine wine.

At this moment, through the world of painting, I saw a figure with six hands and six legs.

The figure strode through a crack with a withered knife in his hand, his eyes on the side of his face, and he happened to meet the eyes of the white-clothed painter.

This wine woke up in an instant.

It's over, thank you for your support!

(End of chapter)