The three thunderbolts all hit the picture scroll, and the entire picture scroll was struck by the thunderbolt and emitted a puff of white smoke!

But as the white smoke came out, the power of time suddenly appeared on the picture scroll, and after the appearance of the power of time, a ruthless artistic conception quickly enveloped the entire heaven and earth, and the clouds, winds, and lightning in the air quickly became three points weaker in momentum under this ruthless artistic conception!

At the same time, a force of life and death emerged from the scroll, especially the power of life quickly surpassed the power of death, under the power of life, the picture scroll that was originally split by the thunder and some broken was restored little by little, as the power of this life increased, the scroll exuded a golden halo outward.

With the appearance of the golden halo, the aftermath of the thunderstorm was swallowed up by the scroll again, and after devouring the thunderbolt, the scroll not only recovered intact, but Dongfang Hancui and Yuwen Zhouyuan, who were watching below, found that after this lightning strike, the defensive power of the scroll had increased by more than three times!

It seems to be a blessing in disguise!

The clouds in the sky became even more violent, and resolutely changed from cyan to black with gold edges, and the lightning in the clouds had turned from silver to crimson, and the breath of destruction came from the sky.

But the wind stopped, and the whole heaven and earth were so quiet that the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard except for the overwhelming pressure of destruction!

As nine red lightning bolts swept through the air, the silence was broken by a series of nine loud bangs of "Boom ......".

The picture scroll in mid-air was struck by nine thunderstorms, and each thunderbolt was struck, and the picture scroll rose ten zhang into the air, and after the nine thunderstorms were completely split, the picture scroll had risen nearly a hundred zhang!

The golden halo around the scroll became even brighter, and the aftermath of the thunderbolt slammed into the ground, splitting the entire ground into several large pits, but the scroll was unharmed!

The best thing is that after the thunderstorm fell, the breath of life and death on the picture scroll, the ruthless artistic conception of time and time actually rose, and then a suction force that devoured the world from the picture scroll sucked the clouds in the air like a long whale sucking water, and the lightning that became extremely weak "exhaled" into the picture scroll.

After a while, the clouds and lightning disappeared, and the sky and the earth were clear again, and the scroll became larger and smaller for a while, except for the portraits of people flashing from time to time, the shape of thunder and lightning appeared on the scroll, and after about a pillar of incense, the scroll stopped changing and fell gently towards Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand.

Yuwen Zhouyuan saw the picture scroll flying, he spurted out a mouthful of essence blood towards the picture scroll, and then hit the magic trick in his hand, and shouted: "Duh! Recognize the Lord!"

As the essence blood fused with the picture scroll, a sense of connection with the heart and mind quickly came from the picture scroll, and Yuwen Zhouyuan had a feeling that once the power of this picture scroll was stimulated by it, even the masters of the late stage of the True Monarch could kill it instantly!

It can be said that this is the most offensive and defensive magic weapon that Yuwen Zhouyuan currently has!

Opening his mouth and swallowing the scroll into his stomach, Yuwen Zhouyuan let out a breath, and as the scroll was taken into his stomach by Yuwen Zhouyuan, it was gradually shrouded in dense fog within a hundred miles.

"Brother, congratulations, you have refined another treasure!" Dongfang Hancui said to Yuwen Zhouyuan.

"Don't be happy yet, some of these friends who are here now are not open-eyed, I'll send them away!" Yuwen Juyuan said as he looked at the dense fog in the eastern sky.

"Don't open your eyes?" Although Dongfang Hancui knew that he had caused the Heavenly Tribulation just now, and indeed a lot of monks had come, he had not seen enough monks to threaten the two of them, and when he heard Yuwen Zhouyuan say this, he couldn't help asking.

Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't answer, but said to the dense fog: "Daoyou, since you're here, will you show up?"

"Fellow Daoist, it's really powerful, you can see through the hiding of this seat, it seems that this Nobita Kingdom is really the land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!" As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged monk wearing a dark robe, big ears, and blue eyes walked out of the thick fog.

That Xuanyi monk, who looked like an ordinary person, couldn't see any cultivation at all, if it weren't for the conversation with Yuwen Zhouyuan, no one would associate it with the monk!

"Master, real master!" Yuwen Juyuan saw the other party, and this thought surged in his heart.

"A mere half-monarch monk can call out this seat, you are the first person at present, I will let you make three moves, within three moves, you can force me back five steps, not only will I not snatch your artistic conception magic weapon, but also will give you this 'lost key'!" The middle-aged man looked at Yuwen Zhou Yuan Dao with a shining light.

Although Yuwen Zhouyuan was very surprised in his heart, he said without changing his face: "Since Daoist friends have drawn the next Dao, then it will be next!"

As soon as the words fell, Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth and spit out the picture scroll that had just survived the instrument tribulation and had not yet been well nourished by the dantian.

When the middle-aged man saw Yuwen Zhouyuan release the picture scroll, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, but he was very cleverly concealed.

In order to test the power of this newly refined picture scroll magic weapon, Yuwen Zhouyuan urged the death force in the power of life and death without thinking about it, and shouted in his mouth: "Huangquan is long, die!"

As soon as Yuwen Zhouyuan's words fell, a black death aura flashed out of the picture scroll, and then a death force from the Netherworld quickly enveloped the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk was not only not afraid of the dead breath that came from the cover, but his eyes showed excitement, and he shouted: "It's a good time!"

Then he raised his hand and released a black flying sword, which also carried a rich death aura on it, and greeted the picture scroll that came from the cover.

"Boom!", the picture scroll was repulsed, Yuwen Zhouyuan only felt the blood in his chest rolling, such a powerful cultivation, if he fought hard with the other party with his own strength, he would not have an advantage at all! It seems that he has to outwit, and a thought came up in Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart.

Although the picture scroll was repelled by the opponent's black flying sword, Yuwen Zhouyuan found that his painting scroll had not changed much, and the death power on the opponent's picture scroll had decreased by one percent, which would not be seen by others at all, but for Yuwen Zhouyuan, who had appreciated the power of life and death, he couldn't hide it from his eyes at all.

What made Yuwen Zhouyuan most pleased was that the reduced death qi on the opponent's black flying sword was transferred to his own picture scroll!

The middle-aged monk felt that the dead qi on his flying sword had decreased, and his eyes couldn't help but flash, but before he could react, Yuwen Zhouyuan urged the scroll to attack again.

This attack was not as tempting as just now, this attack Yuwen Zhouyuan tried his best, only to hear the "Boom ......" series of attacks colliding with the black flying sword in the air like a bean.

Under the violent attack of the two of them, the surrounding fog was quickly shaken to the point that the fog was scattered for dozens of miles, and the dead air around the two of them was so thick that all the lives within ten miles died in an instant!

The middle-aged monk's face had become cautious, as he found that the death qi contained in his flying sword had been reduced by a third at this time, which was his natal magic weapon!

What made the middle-aged monk even more annoyed was that the death power lost by his flying sword was actually absorbed by the picture scroll that had just passed the tribulation!

The middle-aged monk was just about to withdraw his flying sword, when Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed with coldness, and he beat the magic trick in his hand, and shouted in his mouth: "All things are glorious, life!"

As Yuwen Zhouyuan's words fell, the original picture scroll of death power suddenly changed greatly, from extremely strong death power to vitality in the blink of an eye, and the powerful life force quickly neutralized the already small death power on the middle-aged monk's flying sword!

As the death force on the middle-aged flying sword was neutralized, the middle-aged monk's face became more and more pale, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the magic trick in his hand was continuously beaten, and he forcibly withdrew the flying sword, because of the forced retraction of the flying sword, the spiritual power backlash made him even more injured!

"Okay! This seat can't defeat you! This lost key is yours! There will be a date later!" As the middle-aged monk's words fell, a black non-gold and non-jade key flew towards Yuwen Zhouyuan.

When Yuwen Zhouyuan took the "lost key" and looked ahead, he found that the middle-aged monk had disappeared, if it weren't for the surrounding spiritual power fluctuations, he was holding the lost key in his hand, Yuwen Zhouyuan would really think that he had a dream!

Yuwen Juyuan glanced at the lost key in his hand, raised his hand and threw it into the storage bag, and then returned to the inn with a shake of his body.

As soon as he returned to the inn, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body shook for a moment, and his face changed, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother, what's wrong with you......" Dongfang Hancui exclaimed when he saw Yuwen Zhouyuan vomiting blood.

"It's okay, it's just a little shocked, just breathe!" said Yuwen Zhouyuan sat down cross-legged and used the Creation Chaos Technique to breathe.

Although Yuwen Zhouyuan said it easily, he was extremely injured at that time, and in the battle with the middle-aged monk just now, the middle-aged monk's cultivation and combat power surpassed him a lot, and in the battle just now, in order to give the opponent a heavy blow, he also strongly urged the instantaneous transformation of the power of life and death, causing a spiritual backlash.

Especially when the middle-aged monk forcibly withdrew the flying sword, he also injured him with his own cultivation that surpassed him, Yuwen Zhouyuan was injured even more, if it weren't for his combat power comparable to the late stage of the True Monarch, and the cultivation of the Creation Chaos Technique, it would have caused him to hurt the foundation of cultivating immortals in this unequal battle just now!

Yuwen Zhouyuan's pranayama is ten days, and after ten days, Yuwen Zhouyuan Enterprise finally healed from his injuries.

As Yuwen Juyuan opened his eyes, his originally old and elegant face began to change little by little, and the wrinkles were decreasing, and when he stood up, he had returned to the appearance of a young man when he was not in the ordinary world.

At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan could already sense that there was a feeling in his body that seemed to be about to fly, and it gradually appeared inside and outside his body.

It was as if there was a miraculous power in the darkness that was stretching out above the sky, pulling him upwards.

This feeling is a manifestation of the imminent promotion to the True Monarch Stage, at this time he does not need to comprehend the artistic conception anymore, he only needs an opportunity and a quiet retreat for a period of time to naturally reach the True Monarch Realm.

"Brother, have you been promoted?" Dongfang Hancui couldn't help but ask on the side when he saw that Yuwen Zhouyuan had been relieved of his entry into the mortal.

"No, but it's almost there, it's useless to enter the mortal now!It's not long since the lost space opened, we're ready to enter that space to find an opportunity, sister over the years, you have also realized your own artistic conception, in that lost space, I think my sister will also enter the true monarch period. Yuwen Zhouyuan said to the east.