In the name of mountains and rivers, the picture of the society is transformed, and between the flashes of the Xuanguang, the painted Dao pattern is like a flying dragon rising, and the breath and power are urged to an indescribably strange degree. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wu Zidao's face was absolutely unclear, it was not only the appearance of using the killer weapon at the bottom of the box, but also a gesture of dying together.

Although he is said to be a rising star of the same era, his age is still different, he is more than a hundred years older than Chen Weiming and the Dark Knife. Born in a famous family, with extraordinary knowledge, and having traveled the world for many years, he knows more things than others.

Before the endless ancient times, there were famous paintings in the world, in the name of mountains and rivers, the map of the society, the vast fire, covering the world.

The chest is full of energy, the sun and the moon are swallowed, the sky is high, and the sky is extreme.

Hundreds of rivers return to the sea, the mountains and rivers are restored, the vast and vast, and the earth is the extreme.

It is a strange picture that can only be described in words, but it cannot be described in any case. Others want it to be magical, but the artist wants to get a glimpse of its essence.

However, before the endless antiquity, no one could analyze one of its millions, and after this endless antiquity, no one could say one or two.

Cultivating the way of painting, his desire for famous paintings is like the expectation of a drunkard for fine wine. There is nowhere to get a point, you can only rely on yourself to comprehend and understand.

Travel the world, step on the mountains and rivers, travel all over the mainland and overseas, and see the magic of the world. However, the magic of heaven and earth still cannot be depicted to the fullest, so I can only try to draw this incomplete picture.

"This painting, although it is not yet complete, is enough to seal any person in the Earth Immortal Realm!"

Wu Zidao spoke slowly, full of confidence.

The so-called artistic conception cannot be to use imagination and spiritual power to deduce a mysterious and mysterious thing. It is not difficult to deduce the artistic conception, but the artistic conception that cannot be deduced is terrible and exciting.

It took him three years in retreat to draw the first mountain, another three years to paint the first river, and thirty years to barely paint the first prototype. After putting pen to paper, he was seriously ill and lay in bed for ten years before recovering.

Everyone thought that he had traveled outside for forty years, but they didn't know that he had been walking for forty years before the ghost gate.

But the forty years of his dying illness meant to him unimaginablely, and he became one of the first monks to enter the period of tribulation at that age. He can use the artistic conception of the painting pattern to fabricate his own strength, but he can't even see Chen Weiming's eyes that break the delusion and preserve the truth.

Especially more than ten years ago, he even knew that his strength had surpassed his master, but he chose to continue to hide his reputation under the reputation of the Lumen Mountain people.

He had tried to use this picture of mountains and rivers that he had drawn himself, but the artistic conception in it was too big and strong, and once it started, it was difficult to control, and before it could exert its power, he almost died.

In the battle of Lushan Academy a few years ago, if it weren't for Chen Weiming's coming out at the right time, he would have been ready to burn the jade with the evil spirit Dao Jun. I never thought that it was useless back then, but now it's time.

The mountains and rivers in the picture begin to materialize, the mountains and rivers, the giant peaks such as the mountains, the moon and the stars, little by little slowly fly out of the picture scroll.

At this moment, the Immortal Dao also held his breath, and a trace of nervousness flashed in his eyes. The map of the mountains and rivers was only one ten-thousandth, and it already made him feel a great danger, even more than when he saw the evil spirit Dao Monarch in the past.

As Wu Zidao himself said, if you talk about cultivation and combat effectiveness alone, he may not be able to talk about being the leader, but if you talk about this desperate combat power, maybe only the practitioner will have a chance to fight.

It is indeed difficult for him to resolve the current crisis, but it is by no means his character to flee in defeat.

What should I do...... The Dark Knife was also anxious in his heart, thinking about a way to resolve it. But at this time, Wu Zidao was almost surrounded by the mountains and rivers of the society, and there was no chance to resolve it at all.

It was when I was in a hurry and didn't know what to do, and suddenly felt Wu Zidao's breath, and then I saw him snort in pain, looked up to the sky, and a pillar of blood spurted out, like a red rainbow bridge rushing into the sky.

This picture, which could not be depicted with his endless imagination and mental power, was too great to consume once it was urged. He had thought that the Galactic Starlight Diagram was enough to repel the Stygian Blade, but he didn't want to underestimate the other party.

Now that the injury is quite serious and the consumption is huge, it is difficult to use the Shanhe Society map again. Even though he was ready to die together, there were some things that could not be done by will alone.

At this moment, a state is not good, and suddenly, the mountains and rivers are affected, and between the shocks, the things that appear begin to fade, like afterimages.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, fleeting. How rich is the experience of the Dark Sword in combat, how could he not see such an opportunity, the light under his feet flashed, turned into a black lightning, and rushed to Wu Zidao from the shadows of the mountains and surging rivers.

"Ahh

Wu Zidao was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect such an accident to happen, and he yelled, wanting to forcibly continue to urge the mountains and rivers to continue to move. As soon as he shouted, he was slashed at the temple by the palm of the Dark Knife.

The strength of the physical body is limited, and the injury is serious at the moment, so it is impossible to continue, how can he still bear such a palm. I only felt that it was dark in front of my eyes, and I was already in a coma and fell from the sky.

"Boom!"

Although the scroll stopped, the remnants of the power erupted in a terrifying way, drowning the Immortal Sword in the air in an instant. It was only after the mountains, rivers, and the remnants of the sun, moon and stars dissipated that his figure was re-revealed.

Covered in blood, his clothes were ragged, even his hair was burned by energy, and his breath shook like a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

The figure fell, and landed beside Wu Zidao, the corner of the mouth of the Immortal Knife was bleeding, and he took several breaths before he said softly: "You are very strong, but unfortunately I can't be defeated now." You can't die, you who are alive are valuable to me. ”

No one could hear what he said, but the atmosphere around him suddenly became eerie.

The sect masters of the Demon Gate and the imperial masters of the empire are all looking at this, looking at the Immortal Knife, and their eyes are flashing with different lights, as if they are calculating something.

The Smoke Cloud Pavilion is now above the Empire and the Demon Gate, and all of this is based on the strong strength of the Immortal Blade. Once they join forces to kill him at this moment, the situation in the world will naturally change greatly.

Such an atmosphere could be felt by everyone, including the monks of the Smoke Cloud Pavilion.

Only the Dark Knife, as if he didn't notice it, lifted Wu Zidao, his body was light, and he flew to the chariot in an instant.

After sitting down, he said slowly: "The opportunity is right in front of you, hurry up if you want to make a move." But you are not Wu Zidao, once you do it, it's not just as simple as having no bones!"

There was silence for a while, until someone gave the order to continue the march, but after all, no one dared to make the slightest move. (To be continued.) )