Can't finish!

It is hard to put pen to paper!

Although the distant rhyme is formed, it is far from the temperament of the ancestor, and he imagines that the invincible ancestor who is invincible in the world will not be able to complete it at all.

He couldn't finish painting even a single hair.

"No, I'm going to have to finish this, even if it's a hair!"

The contestant was extremely persistent, and although he came up with a brilliant method, the loopholes were not so easy to drill.

Although the power of the backlash is small, even if it is one ten-thousandth of a hair, it is not something that a mere three-element realm can bear.

"Boom!"

The contestant was extremely persistent, holding the pen tightly, with bruises bursting out of his hands and sweat streaming down his forehead, trying to complete the feat of giving birth to the creator god, but after holding on for a few breaths, the power of the backlash completely exploded.

His paintbrush directly shattered, and the whole person was blown away by the force of the backlash, rolled upside down, spat out several mouthfuls of blood, and fainted.

It looks like he's hurt more than the first.

Silent.

Deathly silence.

Bai Yi stopped talking, looked at the contestant whose life and death were uncertain, waved his hand, and someone immediately took him down for treatment.

Next, no warrior dared to show it and depict the ancestor.

This task is simply impossible to accomplish, and if you don't reach the realm of enlightenment, you can't resist this backlash at all.

"If you don't come, I'll come. ”

I don't know how long it took, and finally there was a third person who made a move, a handsome scholar, holding a folding fan, very handsome.

"The patriarch I imagined was a cultivator who was in retreat all day long......

This person is smarter, he did not directly portray the appearance of the ancestor, but put pen to paper on Fangcun Mountain, Sanxing Cave, and depicted a cave.

In front of the cave, there is a flowing spiritual spring, white clothes, and a green dome waiting outside.

And the gate of the cave house ...... It's always closed.

Yang Shou, who saw this scene, couldn't help laughing, really showing off one by one.

The first one doesn't paint the eyes, the second doesn't paint the hair, and the third one doesn't show his face.

He is the embodiment of a creator God in the world, and he is described like this......

I don't really know what I'm going to paint myself in the next one.

"It's a show, but can you complete the three-star cave like this?"

Yang Shou shook his head and smiled faintly, Situ Yu was confused when he heard it.

What is Xiu'er? Is it an advanced cultivation vocabulary that can only be comprehended at the level of an ancestor?

The white-haired Situ Yu silently recorded this word in his heart, and even accepted apprentices in the future, which was the name given to his disciples.

"Boom!"

Not long after, the third loud bang came out, and when the contestant was about to complete the three-star hole at the end, he suffered a huge backlash, and it exploded in an instant, and he didn't have time to react, and flew out directly.

Familiar place, familiar blood, familiar posture, fainting in that position of the second contestant.

Silence continued.

Even Qingqiong couldn't stand it anymore, pulled the sleeves of the white clothes, and whispered: "Second Senior Sister, if you go on like this, you will play them all to death." ”

Bai Yi glared at him and snorted coldly: "They competed on their own, what does it matter to me, just do what they can and give up, and I didn't let them have to try." ”

"It's just that the portrait of the master is too difficult to portray, right? Fortunately, I was witty and didn't dare to burn the spirit of the master in the painting. ”

Bai Yi raised her bright eyes, looking at her hand-painted scroll suspended in mid-air, and was still a little afraid.

At the beginning, she wanted to burn the charm of the master in it, but suddenly felt a burst of warning, and she directly chose to give up, only drawing a shape, not a bone.

"I give up. ”

"I give up. ”

"I give up. ”

......

After a long silence, four of the remaining five monks who made it to the finals said they wanted to give up, and then silently walked off the high platform.

They didn't want to vomit blood and faint like the first three.

Only Lin Qingyun remained, and the only woman among the eight was still standing in place.

Seeing that the other opponents had abstained, she couldn't help but look at Bai Yi: "Girl in white, this is ...... Am I winning?"

The corners of Qing Qiong's mouth twitched, and he looked at the field, and there was indeed only one left.

If nothing else, she is indeed the champion.

However, Bai Yi pursed his lips and snorted: "The final requires the completion of a painting, and they didn't finish it, so they were eliminated, and if you can't finish it, you will also be eliminated." ”

"Why should women be embarrassed by women's ......"

Lin Qingyun pouted, a little dissatisfied with Bai Yi, but thinking of the conditions that Bai Yi promised her, she still stood up and was ready to make a move.

Standing in front of the table, Lin Qingyun opened the drawing paper, without any tricks, and directly followed the words of Bai Yi and began to copy.

She didn't conceive, or even inscribe the rhyme on it, it was a very simple, ordinary copy.

Bai Yi took two steps forward, and couldn't help but look closely, but found that no matter how he looked at it, this painting was just a copy of a fake, although it was the same as his own painting, very realistic, but it was tangible and intangible, and could not carry the Taoist rhyme of the master.

"Don't worry, girl in white. ”

Lin Qingyun raised her head and replied, and continued to bow her head to paint, immersed in the painting.

Her paintings are much more delicate than those in white, so they take more time.

It took her an hour to completely copy the painting in white.

When Bai Yi looked at it and compared it with his own paintings, he found that it was his own, which looked like a fake.

"What's the use of you painting a tangible and non-tangible painting? This kind of painting can't even compare to the first three semi-finished products that were eliminated. ”

Bai Yi said lightly, looking at this painting, he felt a little unhappy in his heart.

She had promised Lin Qingyun that if she could complete the scroll, she could help her introduce her, worship the first sect in the ages, and become a ...... Named disciple.

Of course, if you don't succeed, it depends on the master. Nor did she promise success.

"Lady in white, look. ”

Lin Qingyun was not in a hurry, put down the brush, picked up his painting, and hung it in the air side by side with the painting in white.

Then, she stretched out a slender finger and drew a little at herself.

"Paint with my body, give this painting a true spirit!"

The spiritual power in her whole body was surging, and the focus was on her fingertips, which seemed to be pouring out of her body and pouring all of them into the scroll.

At the same time, everything on the scroll changed abruptly.

Fangcun Mountain seems to have become lifelike, and there are countless creatures in the middle.

The three-star cave is also deep and inexplicable, immeasurable, and the stone door is closed, like the gate of the avenue.

The most mysterious thing is Yang Shou standing in front of the spiritual spring, his original intimid demeanor, at this moment, a breath rose from the ground, as if it was about to come out of the paper.

A generation of patriarchs, proud of the invincible in the world, the image of the patriarch who lived in seclusion here jumped on the paper.

The invincible temperament, the lonely temperament, the temperament of suppressing the world, and all kinds of temperaments that even Lin Qingyun can't describe gradually come out of it.

These temperaments came from Lin Qingyun's imagination, but they were invisibly connected to Yang Shou's body above the Nine Heavens.

Result in...... An invisible force appeared out of thin air, blocking Lin Qingyun's spiritual power infusion.

Lin Qingyun had expected this, gritted her silver teeth, and continued to increase the output of spiritual power, trying to revive the characters in the painting.

"Don't go any further, if you forcibly revive with spiritual power like this, when you reach a critical point, you will be eaten back and die. ”

Bai Yi frowned and persuaded beside him.

Lin Qingyun didn't listen to the advice, the matter has come to this, and it is impossible for her to give up.

"What the girl in white said, can you still count?"

That's all she cares about.

Bai Yi was stunned for a moment, looked at her deeply, and then replied: "Naturally, if you complete the ancestor map, after the master is out of the customs, I can introduce you to you, of course, whether you can join the first sect of the ancient times depends on your chance." ”

Lin Qingyun, who got a positive answer, had no worries, and laughed softly: "Then today, even if I sacrifice my whole body cultivation, I will complete this painting!"

Before she could finish speaking, a transparent figure walked out from behind her and stepped forward.

"This is my 500-year-old self-created exercise, the stand-in spiritual technique, but it needs to be cultivated at the cost of the whole body to condense a stand-in!"

As soon as this spiritual power stand-in came out, she suddenly became extremely weak, her body was weak, she could only grit her teeth and hold on, let her fingers point at the scroll, and continue to revive the scroll.

In the picture scroll, Yang Shou's breath is getting stronger and stronger, recovering more and more, and gradually, he has the temperament of being indifferent to the world and ignoring all living beings.

Across the ages, the invincible temperament of the world is also in it, and all kinds of indescribable breaths are mixed in it.

"I ...... I've depicted so many people, and I've never seen anyone with so much temperament. ”

Rao is extremely weak, and he still does not hide Lin Qingyun's shock.

The picture scroll continues to recover, and all kinds of temperaments are mixed in it, some are indifferent to the world and the common people, some are invincible, some are compassionate and compassionate, and some are concerned about the common people......

An extremely complex complex, with all kinds of aura, suddenly condensed onto the picture scroll as if it were not under her control.

And the power of the backlash, with the enrichment of various flavors, has accumulated to a critical point, and it is getting stronger and stronger.

Outside the crowd, Yang Shou frowned, he sensed that something was wrong.

It's obviously him who painted it, but what the hell is the various breaths?

Moreover, in the invincible aura that overwhelmed the eternals, he seemed to see immortality......

Compassionately, he seemed to see Ryze......

Concerned about the common people, he seemed to see Koos......

Indifferent, he seemed to see Dao Ancestor......

All in all, the various characters that evolved in the world he created were intertwined at this moment and appeared in the picture scroll.

"What's the hodgepodge?"

Yang Shou looked at himself in the scroll from afar, the people in the scroll, those eyes were also recovering, and through the void, they seemed to meet Yang Shou's gaze.

"Creation Dao Rhyme!"

With just one glance, Yang Shou understood where his breath in the painting came from.

"This is my chance to realize the way of creation!"

Because of some coincidence, the amazing and brilliant characters in the world he evolved, and the breath converged and blended in the painting, making the painting scroll ...... It contains a hint of the true all-encompassing way of creation.

It's just that this trace of breath caused a backlash that is far beyond what Lin Qingyun's stand-in can withstand.

If she didn't make a move, she would die immediately.