Such a novel thing made Su Xiaomo laugh all of a sudden.

With this painting, even if no one comes for a long time, Su Xiaomo herself will not be too bored, and she will be able to look at it to relieve her boredom.

"I didn't expect you to be quite talented, wait, I have something for you." After speaking, Su Xiaomo was like a trick.

In an instant, a white jade flute appeared.

The jade flute is white throughout, with some faint blue patterns, and it looks very beautiful.

This jade flute is almost the same as the jade flute floating on Qin Ming's body, except that the current jade flute.

It looks a little glowing, but it's clearly well protected, and the people who own it cherish it.

Bottom of the screen.

In Su Xiaomo's eyes, a trace of mist faintly appeared.

"He's my only friend, everyone cares about my cultivation, whether I've learned the secret art well, and only he cares about whether I'm happy or not."

"If he hadn't been with me from time to time and cared for me in those years, I guess I wouldn't have been able to persevere."

"However, a good man doesn't live long, and he finally died because his body was too weak......"

Heard Su Xiaomo's words.

Everyone fell silent in an instant.

Originally, everyone was speculating that this time the reincarnation of the Pangu God was Leng Yuan.

Will there be any shocking moves, or rather, I can suddenly cultivate or something.

After hearing Su Xiaomo's words, everyone was a little overwhelmed.

The scene was very quiet for a while.

Everyone unanimously continued to look at the screen.

At this time, Leng Yuan and Su Xiaomo, the two of them were separated by a ban, talking and laughing.

Leng Yuan told Su Xiaomo that his piano, chess, calligraphy and painting have improved a lot compared to the last time.

Su Xiaomo told Leng Yuan that his cultivation was also good, and now he had touched the threshold of the Immortal Mirror.

Leng Yuan also taught Su Xiaomo how to play rattle.

It's something like a small drum that he just brought.

The two of them had been laughing for almost two hours before they knew it.

"No, I can't bother you, I'll be coming to see you in a few days."

"Okay, remember to bring something to eat."

"Got it, little fox."

After saying that, the two people were separated.

Because he couldn't leave, Su Xiaomo was still in the underground cave mansion, continuing to cultivate.

This time, Leng Yuan did not return to his house, but went to the back mountain, still holding a basket in his hand.

In the basket, there were a lot of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and when he arrived at the back mountain, Leng Yuan closed his eyes, and then picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

After a moment of thought.

I started painting based on the scenery at the time.

A landscape painting appeared in his pen in an instant.

There was less than one cup of tea at this time.

It's just that at this time, Leng Yuan felt that these were not particularly good.

Then, a shocking scene appeared.

in the picture.

Every time I paint a place, Leng Yuan's expression will be a lot more solemn.

He looked at the picture he had drawn.

In the sky, a dark cloud was drawn in an instant, and with the blessing of the dark cloud, you can vaguely see that there is a trace of lightning under the dark cloud.

In the picture, the originally beautiful scene of the wind and sun has also become drowsy.

"Isn't that too dark, no, I'm adding something else."

The brush in his hand was stained with color, and he only made a few strokes on the painting.

There was a gust of wind.

This wind is not ordinary, it is somewhat similar to the existence of a tornado.

You can even see some flowers and plants on the paintings, which have been swept up by the wind.

In the next second, he stopped.

Just as I saw the place he depicted, there was a scene of dark clouds in an instant, and even the wind was howling.

Many things on the side have been rolled up, and flowers and plants have been uprooted.

This......

It's exactly the same as the painting in his hand.

The people on the Sisheng Continent.

Seeing this scene, I was instantly stunned.

"Isn't it, isn't this a method of spiritual cultivation, it's too terrifying."

"It's not the reincarnation of the Pangu God, it's too terrifying."

The monks looked at Leng Yuan, an ordinary person, using the painting in his hand, he could instantly change the situation of the place where he wanted to paint.

I was so surprised that I couldn't speak.

In fact, on the Sisheng Continent, the method of spiritual cultivation.

It's not a secret, it's a practice that everyone knows.

There are relevant records in ancient books that the method of spiritual cultivation is actually what the heart thinks and what the heart wants.

That's just eight simple words.

It's just that the methods of spiritual cultivation are a bit unpredictable.

Even in practice, there is no trace to be traced at all.

Everyone didn't expect that the cold source of Pangu God's reincarnation in this life would actually be able to show the method of spiritual cultivation.

"Guys, I have a big idea......

"You don't think that the method of spiritual cultivation was created by the reincarnation of this Pangu god, Leng Yuan."

"I think it's possible, after all, he has brought us too many surprises."

"Yes, I think so, you see that in his last life, he was also an ordinary mortal, but he was able to depict the formation, isn't this enough to explain."

The monks immediately began to talk about it.

When Hong'er and Angel saw this scene, they were instantly very happy.

The reason why they are worried that Leng Yuan will not be able to practice is that they are afraid that he will not be able to continue to reincarnate, as long as he can practice, it means that this life may be over, and there will be the existence of the next life.

There will be no soul splitting.

However, at this time, the two of them were just about to turn around and ask Su Xiaomo, when they saw her looking at what was happening on the screen with a somewhat dull gaze.

"I ...... How could it be, he was just an ordinary person, he didn't have spiritual power in his body, how could he practice. ”

"It should be because there was too little aura on the continent at that time, even if it was a method of spiritual cultivation, it might not work."

"Let's hope he didn't fight in the final battle."

Naturally, Su Xiaomo said this in her heart.

In much later time.

Su Xiaomo led the last monks on behalf of the last monks, and sent out a final battle against the mouth of the heavens.

That time.

And they succeeded.

Although they still suffered heavy losses, they were even more cruel than when the sixth generation Wang Dai led them to plug the gap.

Fortunately, they worked together to block the mouth of the sky.

At that time, she returned to the city full of joy, and went to look for the source of cold, wanting to tell him the good news.

However, what was waiting for her was that Leng Yuan had died.

If it weren't for seeing the things on the screen, Su Xiaomo would still feel that in fact, Leng Yuan wouldn't be able to practice at all.

It's just that, now, is Leng Yuan really dying because his body is too weak?