When Sima Yuntian and Yifeng were playing against each other.

Both of them fell into deep thought, Sima Yuntian grabbed the chess pieces, and couldn't fall for a long time. His eyes were full of solemnity.

Yifeng also looked at the chessboard very solemnly. For a while, no one could help anyone.

Suddenly, a great aura of sadness came from behind him.

"Wow!"

Under the fighting platform, there were bursts of exclamations.

The chessboard of Sima Yuntian and Yifeng is so mysterious that many people are so mysterious that they panic when they see it, so that most people's eyes turn to Mr. Wen Ruo's painting.

It has long been rumored that Meng Wenruo's painting is shocking, but when I look at it today, it is really earth-shattering.

Black and white ink painting, a scene of vicissitudes and shattered heaven and earth.

The earth cracked, countless volcanoes soared into the sky, mountains and rivers shattered, and rivers and seas flowed backwards.

Countless creatures are running in all directions, and the picture of panic and despair makes people feel a sad mood for no reason.

Mr. Wen Ruo's paintings are very spiritual, so spiritual that when he looks at a person in the painting, he seems to see himself running away.

Mr. Wen Ruo is no longer using a pen at this moment, but picking up a plate of ink and splashing it on the painting.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!", ........................

A puff of ink entered the picture scroll, and immediately took shape, one by one the black devils, running in the vicissitudes of the world.

"Quack, quack!"

In the middle of the painting, there are bursts of evil laughter.

"Help!"

"Oh my God!"

"God, help!"

"Mother!"

"My son!"

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Desperate voices poured out of the scroll. Listening to the terrible screams made the hearts of countless cultivators furious.

In the picture, the devil is tearing thousands of living beings and devouring them excitedly.

The sky is falling, the earth is falling!

Even, in the picture, the sun is shattered, and the moon is reduced to pieces.

The devil appeared all over the world, everywhere he could see.

A huge picture of endless suffering!

Mr. Wen Ruo finally raised his pen.

"Boom!"

In the realm of the picture, a large amount of black fog suddenly erupted, and in the black fog, a dynamic disaster realm appeared.

Like the splendid wonderful text not long ago, this painting can also show a dynamic atmosphere.

"Ahh

The devil roars, devours living beings, and the living beings are agile, and they can even let the cultivators substitute for them.

"Giggles!"

Some timid cultivators trembled when they looked at the picture.

It's drawn into the marrow of the human being.

This is nothing, in the picture in the black air, suddenly, the creatures and demons inside seem to have seen the cultivators under the fighting platform.

"Confucians, great Confucians, help, save me, save my son!" an abrupt voice sounded from the screen.

Under the fighting platform, countless cultivators suddenly became spiritual.

"Quack quack, there are still 70,000 people over there, 70,000 flesh and blood, quack, quack, kill me!" The devils seemed to see the person in the display and wanted to pounce on him.

It's as if the two worlds see each other through a membrane.

"Help!" "Help me!" "Save my grandchildren!" ..................

The creatures inside kept calling for help, and the demons roared to rush out.

However, the two worlds are separated by that layer of membrane, unable to come out, extremely miserable and tragic. On the square, it was like a cloudy wind.

Mr. Wen Ruo's painting was finally unveiled in front of everyone.

"How is that possible, is that true? they can see us?" Mo Yuxi said in surprise.

"Chuangling, no wonder Mr. Wen Ruo is reluctant to paint, it turns out that his paintings have reached this state, and the characters in the paintings are endowed with simple spirituality, Creation?" Yan Chuan looked at Mr. Wen Ruo with a sigh.

The great desolation swept through the square, and the catastrophe infected all the cultivators, one by one, looking at Mr. Wen Ruo's painting in horror and sadness, and some people even cried sadly, looking at the disaster of the person in the painting, and couldn't help themselves for a while.

Sima Yuntian looked at him in surprise: "Chuangling?Wen Ruo, you really opened my eyes, in just a few hundred years, you actually reached this state?"

Wen Ruo put down the pen, tears slipped down his eyes, obviously infected by his own paintings.

Below, Meng Ziqiu watched silently.

"Courtyard Master, your son, is really powerful, just draw a way, I might as well be a creator, how many generations of Julu Academy have no one done this!" a great sage sighed.

Meng Ziqiu frowned and looked at the stage.

On the stage, Sima Yuntian looked at the chessboard again.

"Mr. Yi, this game of chess, you can't help me, I can't help you, if it goes on like this, it will only drag on for a long time, how about a draw?" Sima Yuntian said solemnly.

Yifeng looked at the chessboard, then at Sima Yuntian, and finally nodded: "Okay!"

This game of chess is indeed stiff, of course, it is Yifeng who deliberately stiffens, because Yifeng knows that he has too little contact with the cultivation world, has seen too little of the world, and wants to defeat Sima Yuntian, it is almost impossible, so he took a dead move!

Draw?

Countless cultivators around cast a look of surprise. However, looking at the chessboard on the fighting table, everyone nodded, and the chess strength of the two was no longer something that everyone could evaluate.

Yifeng walked back to Yan Chuan's place.

"Wang, it's a draw!" Yifeng smiled slightly wryly.

"Very good! Your field of vision is too narrow, even so, you can make a draw, no matter how wide your vision is in the future, Sima Yuntian will not be your opponent!" Yan Chuan nodded.

"Yes!" Yifeng nodded, his eyes full of confidence.

This is Yifeng's domain, I never thought that I would lose to anyone, Sima Yuntian, I will definitely defeat him in the future!

The chess game was drawn, and Sima Yuntian also looked at Mr. Wen Ruo's painting.

The great sadness swept through the square, and everyone's hearts were infected by this painting, so that even after the chess game was over, there was not much discussion around, and everyone was immersed in the atmosphere of sadness and despair.

Sima Yuntian didn't say much, and walked to his easel.

Grab a basin of ink and splash it on the scroll!

"Bang!"

The painter suddenly appeared in a large area of darkness.

Sima Yuntian's brush danced quickly, as if he had thought about it in his heart, and he kept drawing quickly.

"Boom!"

In Sima Yuntian's paintings, there are bursts of muffled sounds, and if he can teach a genius like Wen Ruo, his painting power is naturally shocking.

Everyone watched quietly, one stick of incense, two pillars of incense, three sticks of incense, an hour!

Finally, the form of Sima Yuntian's painting was revealed.

A black cloud covering the sky, in the black cloud, the thunder shines, and the thunder and lightning gather into a thunderbolt-like dragon, shuttling in the black cloud.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"..................

There was a loud noise in the picture scroll, like the sound of thunder, knocking on everyone's hearts, making everyone feel shocked and quickly return from the great sadness.

"Go!" Sima Yuntian put his last stroke.

"Boom!"

In the middle of the picture, black gas suddenly rolled into the sky.

The black gas rushed to the sky, turning into a sky full of clouds, the clouds were immense, and endless thunder and lightning rolled in the clouds.

"Boom!"

It was as if the power of heaven was pressing, as if it was pressed into everyone's hearts.

"My calamity, ah, my calamity!" someone exclaimed.

"No, it's not yours, it's mine, this painting led to my catastrophe?"

"Impossible, I'm only the fourth level of Qi Realm, how can I feel the Heavenly Tribulation?"

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There were terrifying sounds all around.

Will the thunder fall?

The vast heavenly might, a painting that shows the heavenly power to the fullest, oppresses it, and makes countless cultivators lose its judgment.

The realm in the painting is also as if it is about to come out of the painting.

Although I didn't draw people and demons, the feeling was the same, and I almost broke through the membrane and entered the real world.

"Another painting of the Creation of Spirits?" Mo Yuxi's face changed.

In the place of Mencius Qiu, all the great sages were silent for a while. One by one, they smiled wryly.

Wen Ruo looked at his own paintings, and then at Sima Yuntian's paintings, and sighed slightly: "The teacher's paintings are always so powerful, suppressing my 'last days' with the 'Heavenly Tribulation', the students admire!"

Sima Yuntian shook his head, looked at Wen Ruo deeply, and said: "The 'Heavenly Tribulation' did not suppress the 'Last Days', it was just a matter of fighting against each other, no one completely overwhelmed anyone, my Tribulation Cloud did not disappear, and your last days were not pressed back into the painting, you and I can be regarded as a draw!"

Wen Ruo looked at Sima Yuntian, and finally smiled slightly: "Okay!"

"Another draw?" Mo Yuxi frowned.

Yan Chuan nodded and said: "Fighting paintings, such as fighting momentum, one side wins, and the illusion generated by the other party's painting will be fiercely suppressed, and now no one can help anyone, only a draw!"

"But!" Mo Yuxi frowned.

Yan Chuan shook his head, not worried.

On top of the bucket.

"In just a few hundred years, your paintings have been chasing me, in one of the paintings, you are more talented than me! I already know about you being expelled from the mountain gate by Julu Academy, I can only feel sorry for you, I can't do anything!" Sima Yuntian took a deep breath and said.

"The teacher has a heart!" Mr. Wen Ruo smiled slightly.

With that, Mr. Wen Ruo stepped off the stage.

"Young Master Yan, I can only do this!" Wen Ruo smiled bitterly.

"It's enough!" Yan Chuan flashed a hint of confidence.

With that, Yan Chuan stepped on the stage alone. Step by step, everyone around cast excited eyes.

Yan Chuan, gathering Wang Zhu, Wen Ruo, and Yi Feng, all showed the power of the world-shattering Wendao, as their leader, so what? Yan Chuan is the protagonist of the battle for the Divine Strategy.

On the bucket platform, Yan Chuan looked at Sima Yuntian with a sense of confidence.

Sima Yuntian, one win and two draws!

Yan Chuan, one loss and two draws!

Sima Yuntian cleaned up his mood and looked at Yan Chuan with a frown.

"Qinqi, calligraphy and painting, you have already lost one game, two sentences, the last game, is it still meaningful?" Sima Yuntian said in a deep voice.

"There are still 'books' left, who will have the last laugh, it is not certain!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.

"Books, haha, I'm Sima Yuntian, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, what I'm best at, in fact, it's just books!" Sima Yuntian said with a sneer.

"I'll win!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

At this time, one of Sima Yuntian's disciples, Chen Ping, suddenly shouted.

"Joke, Yan Chuan, are you crazy? Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, four games, it's already like this, you have no chance of winning at all, there is one game left, how can you win? You can't win!" Chen Ping shouted.

Chen Ping called out everyone's hearts, yes, this overall situation has been decided, how could Yan Chuan say such a thing? There is still one game left, even if you win, it will only be a draw.

Yan Chuan looked at Chen Ping and smiled slightly.

Sima Yuntian raised his eyebrows and looked at the youngest disciple: "Is there a part of your speech here?"

(To be continued)