After a slight explosion of air, Du Teng's hands held a three-dimensional wood carving about one meter square and about twenty centimeters thick.

The blue mountains are undulating, with giant trees and bamboo willows. Surrounded by mountain roads, waterfalls and rivers. Colorful flowers can be seen everywhere, and thriving grass lakes are everywhere. There are also birds with wings spreading, lazy swimming fish, blue curtains and white clouds in the sky, and misty mountains and mountains between the peaks......

Du Teng grinned, and the neat big white teeth reflected the light.

Then he looked intently at the wood carving.

Airplanes......

The whole wood carving shook slightly.

Call......

It seems to be the wind.

The mountain breeze blows from nowhere......

The giant trees flickered one after another, and at a glance, they looked like branches swinging and swaying.

Whoa, rustle......

The forest wind and the shadows of the trees, the green waves rippling.

The bamboo willow is not willing to be lonely, swaying with the wind, and floating with pure intentions.

Flowers and seedlings, swaying in the wind, overflowing with floral fragrance, fragrant grass and soil.

Birds, riding the wind straight up, clear crying.

Swim fish, float on the bottom, free and comfortable.

The white clouds on the blue curtain dispersed in the wind, and the clouds rolled up.

The mountains between the peaks and valleys moved when they heard the sound, and the fog gathered and dispersed.

That hanging Yinchuan, also for the wind heart, fluttering sprinkled, on the ring of the mountain road, sprinkled bit by bit......

The sound of the forest wind, the flow of water, the song of birds.

Light, mountain green, grass green, sky blue.

Shadows, trees move, Lan floats, swimming fish swing.

Like, the flowers bloom, the clouds disperse, and the bamboo willows shake.

Fresh and smart, vivid, natural beauty, Chinese painting landscape.

Qing Lingluo, obsessively looking, obsessed for a long time.

This is the Domain of God. The spiritual realm, the temple of God.

All pigments are made from liquid selenium gold and active bio-diene stone with a variety of colors.

And every notch of every thing is also inlaid with a resonance line of waves.

Supplemented by ultra-sophisticated photoelectric conduction manifestation technology and a huge world view of nano-scale micro-carving.

Using the brainwave susceptibility characteristics of Waveland, the corresponding frequency oscillation is activated through the brainwave, so as to trigger the displacement of objects.

The vibrations produce a spectrum within a specific range, and selenium gold emits sounds.

The speed of the vibration is different in size, and the temperature changes, and the stone changes color.

Of course, everything has different representational activities and timbre sounds, which naturally correspond to different frequencies and temperatures and rhythms.

Therefore, this is by no means something that anyone can play. The brain domain is not developed to a certain extent, and the mental concentration is not up to the standard, so I really don't even think about it.

Because the combination of changes that need to be faced in the middle can be said to be innumerable. The brain-burning level is terrifying. If one is not careful, it will be a vegetative person at the least, and a human life will be killed at the worst.

In the previous life, before the twenty-fifth century, this project was used as the most effective means of spiritual power cultivation, which could be called the pinnacle of the spiritual world of the brain domain, until the birth of the consciousness control training room later.

And it's worth mentioning that even those who succeeded in moving the painting had a different style and mood for each person.

Dark clouds cover, rain madness, mountains and forests.

The east wind blows, the clothes are transparent, and the rain is sparse and the wind is sudden.

Yes, Duten is far from all.

Because his current spiritual power can only support to such an extent.

There are too many microscopic details of scenery and characters, and he sighs with admiration, and his heart is strong but insufficient.

Thinking of the most dazzling Marshal of Tianzong, Lou Canghai, in his mind, this small piece of wood carving is like another version of the dynamic Qingming Riverside map.

Breathtaking!

In contrast, Duten's performance today can be called low-level.

But even so, Qing Lingluo was fascinated and couldn't extricate himself.

Du Teng closed his eyes and breathed, and after some operation, his spirit was also very tired. This is because of the death not long ago, which has multiplied his mental power. Otherwise, he would have passed out by now. You know, this is the most successful performance he has ever performed. Even if it seems so simple.

Qing Lingluo has never seen such a magical beauty. It's just a carved wood carving, but it has such incredible magic. From static to moving, from death to life, there is a scene in the painting, and the sound has a spirit, which can be called turning decay into magic!

Qing Lingluo was engrossed in admiring the small wood carving in front of him, as if he wanted to imprint every nick and detail on it into his mind. Just watched and watched, I don't know how long, slowly, slowly, she forgot everything...... Suddenly, for a moment, Qing Lingluo looked around, and she was actually in the painting. The blue distant mountains, the waterfall Yinchuan......

Du Teng finally opened his eyes, only to find that Qing Lingluo on the opposite side had closed his eyes and settled down.

From the noon sun in the sky to the westward slope of the sun, from warm to slightly cool, Qinglingluo has been sitting silently as if he had nothing in his body. If it weren't for Du Teng's view of her smooth breath and normal physical signs, I am afraid that she would have taken action a long time ago.

The eyebrows are like light smoke, and the green silk is like a waterfall.

Gentle and beautiful, secluded in the empty valley.

Gazing at the fish and geese, and smiling timidly in the mirror.

How is it so good-looking!

Poor little white Du Teng, dominated by dopamine, watched it like a fascination, and couldn't extricate himself.

Unconsciously, at a sudden moment, Qing Lingluo opened his eyes. In the eyes, the vicissitudes of the sea change at all times, the stars, the sun, the moon, the red and the earth, all like a white horse passing through the gap, and the eternal reincarnation is in the blink of an eye.

The two came back to their senses and looked at each other.

At this moment, in each other's hearts, eyebrows and eyes, there are countless victories in the world.

Du Teng, blushing.

Turn your face. Ouch, my little heart, he's crazy.

Love at first sight, brainstorming.

The heartbeat is like a slightly drunk wine.

Du Teng, who was half-asleep at the moment, didn't know what the beauty in front of him had just experienced.

The delicate body, which is rare to see for thousands of years, has been hovering on the verge of death every moment since the day of birth before activating the Five Elements Ring. When you look up at the sky, you can dream back at midnight, run in the sun, and sail in the sea of books...... Maybe at some point, you will fall asleep forever and never wake up again. I didn't have time to leave a word, and I couldn't take another look at this world.

Don't say that there is no tomorrow, the next second of the present is an unknown ending.

Especially when practicing, every little more and every less point between the attributes of the five elements may cause an imbalance in the five elements and a conflict of elemental power. It can be said that every practice is a dance with death. Even if it is a fluke success, compared with the improvement of the Yuan Force realm obtained and the spirit and mental strength paid, it can be said that there is a huge disparity between heaven and earth. Every time death rubs shoulders, there is no progress that is not as good as what happened. Not to mention the Yuan Force Disorder and the suffering of the Five Elements Burning Body that may erupt at any time.

How many times have I fallen asleep and fallen into a coma after exhaustion, and I have woken up in pain in my sleep countless nights, like falling into an ice cave under the scorching sun, and the snow is falling and the flames are burning......

Sixteen years, every minute and every second, such days......