"Nanling..."

Under the towering ancient tree, the Bi Taoist slowly raised his head, and his eyes seemed to have crossed the top of the mountain and passed through the clouds.

A pair of deep eyes, like the sun and the moon hanging in the sky, overlooking the mountains and rivers in the painting.

Huh ~

Between the ink-colored mountains and forests, the man of Bi closed his eyes:

"Really, the great emperor's resources!"

The battle that happened a few days ago kept surging in his heart, making him feel throbbing, and even terrifying!

That day, the three of them, who had witnessed the three-foot Taoist flying sword without success, were shaken and were about to disperse and make other plans, but they did not expect that Nanling would suddenly come.

Then, it made him feel terrified when he recalled it at this moment.

During the hundreds of years that have dominated the Jin List of the Ten Capitals, the three of them have already practiced all kinds of magical powers to the sixth level, and have also hidden magical weapons and secret techniques.

But they were still about to collapse at one touch. If the three of them had not made a quick decision to trigger the sea of ​​laws to advance to Jiu Yao, in that moment, the three of them would have been shocked and killed by a punch!

But even so, the old cholera demon was still beaten into a meat paste by a punch, and the chilling boy escaped from his shell.

But he had only had time to hide in this scroll...

Buzz!

A faint ripples appeared.

Yang Yu pushed away the fog above the scroll, and the true face of this landscape painting had emerged under the secludedness.

【Ink-color landscape pictures】

【Level: Nine Yao】

【Quality: Excellent】

[Evaluation: Dragon skin is paper, and the blood of all beasts is ink. The painting scroll written by the great magic power "One painting opens the sky".

There are the ability to accept things, escape, and achieve great things, avoid disasters, drive away disasters, and refine Taoist soldiers...

[Warming and nourishing spiritual energy: 35689/95225]

A painting opens the sky!

In the race bag, Yang Yu's eyes flashed, and he took out the "Blue Water and Cold Pond Picture" obtained from the recipe of the Five Insects.

When it comes to grades, the picture of the Qingshui and Cold Pond has been baptized by the years and is no longer the same as before, and is much inferior to this ink-colored landscape painting.

But the quality is far beyond that.

Whether it is magical powers, painting skills or materials, the pictures of the clear water and cold pond left by Xu Shengyang are far more than that.

But in essence, these two are the same, both are the creations of the "Great Supernatural Arts". The only difference lies in the state of cultivation of the painter.

"Fellow Daoist Nanling!"

Yang Yu was very calm and even savored the techniques and qualities of the two paintings in his mind. However, the Taoist who wrote the ancient tree was extremely tormented:

"I have no grudge against you. At this time, the old demon of evil cholera is dead, so why should I be aggressive?"

The Bi Dao Ren felt frustrated and unwilling, but he had to bow his head again. Not to mention that he was seriously injured at this time, and fell into an unknown magic weapon, and his magic power was suppressed most of it.

Even when it was still in its prime, I didn’t want to have any intersections with this person.

"I'm aggressive?"

Yu Yang laughed in silence.

But he didn't even think about refuting. With a blink of an eye, the "changing" blood refined by the true fire of Samadhi fell from the void and disappeared into the landscape painting.

After a month of training, the ever-changing blood has accumulated more than thirty drops.

"You, you come again?"

As if he smelled the familiar breath, Hong Faer, who was sleeping in a drowsy state, suddenly woke up.

Then, the son of the demon king who had always been rebellious and fierce, the true teaching seed of the Ten Thousand Demon Caves, even trembled uncontrollably.

"Nan, Nanling! If you have courage, then kill me and kill me!"

In the past month, all his anger has been drained. At this moment, he even hated himself.

I hate myself for taking the initiative to volunteer to go to the Zhou Jueyin Heavenly Palace, why I go alone, and even hate myself for choosing the Samadhi True Fire...

"It's not difficult to die, but it's not now."

Yang Yu bounced his finger and knocked him out, but his eyes never left the drops of "changing blood".

When practicing martial arts, blood exchange begins. The way of humans and immortals also has a process of blood exchange.

With his current cultivation, although he was the first to be a human immortal in Jin, he was still at the first step of human immortals, and his flesh and blood were derived.

However, with the help of the Long River of Martial Arts, we have thought about the second step, the big and small, and the third step, which is ever-changing!

As for whether there is still a fourth step, with his current background, he has no way to peek at it.

And these three steps, without exception, start with blood!

This process should have been an extremely long process of water grinding, but Hongfa'er's Samadhi True Fire gave him the hope of his rapid progress.

The true fire of Samadhi really has the ability to turn decay into magic, allowing him to see the state of "every thousand changes" through the "big and big wishes".

The only pity is that the true fire of Samadhi practiced by Hongfa’er is really too shallow…

Buzz!

The buzzing sound that seemed to be there and there was nothing echoed in the mountains and forests, and the man who was waiting for a response suddenly raised his head.

I saw a bright sky above, as if there were many suns shining brightly, and the brilliant golden light was invading the ink and water forest.

"Okay, very good, very good..."

Seeing the golden light rolling in, the Bi Taoist finally gave up his luck. He rose up, and whistled in a long voice, and the sound waves seemed to explode:

"Children Nanling, do you really think I'm afraid?!"

boom!

Boom!

With just a long roar, the entire ink and wash forest collapsed, cracked, and even decomposed!

In just a few moments, under Yang Yu's gaze, this ink painting had become a vast ocean of ink.

It was like someone splashing ink like water, covering half of the scroll.

And the Taoist, who stood under the vast ocean of ink, danced wildly with the pen shaft as thick as an arm in his palm, causing hundreds of ink waves to soar into the sky.

roar!

Trepidation!

hold head high!

...

I saw the ink drops rippling, either turning into ink dragons, becoming tigers, leopards, wealth and wolves, or becoming flying swords and magic weapons... rising into the sky in a mighty way!

The fierceness of its momentum makes people wonder whether it can really break through the picture and enter the world!

And in fact, it is indeed the case!

When Yang Yu looked at it from afar, he felt that the ink fragrance and the fishy storm of the beast's mouth were coming at the same time, but his expression was still, just looking coldly.

Buzz!

When a drop of ink almost splashed out of the scroll, the golden light that was pressed down by the ink color suddenly became a masterpiece.

boom!

In the violently surging sea of ​​ink, the Bi Taoist's eyes couldn't help but shrink, but saw that there were many figures rushing out in the large golden light!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content below! It can be seen from afar that those figures like gold cast, either holding swords, holding swords, or having bare hands, or raising the square sky painting halberd...

It is like a tiger coming out of the gate, with an extremely fierce momentum, pressing down and invading the sea of ​​ink!

‘He will also ‘create the sky with one stroke’?!’

Seeing this scene, Bi Dao Ren was almost confused, but then he turned into a long roar.

It set off a huge wave of heights higher than the next, turned into countless killing methods, and rushed forward...

“Everything changes!”

In the race bag, Yang Yu watched the battle condescendingly, or using this battle to experience the ever-changing realm.

The more than thirty drops of blood he sprinkled were all tempered by his body of essence and blood, which was in line with his heart.

At this moment, in his senses, the drops of ever-changing blood moved according to his heart and could almost turn into everything in his cognition!

Flowers, plants, trees, birds, beasts, fish, insects, swords, spears, dragons, tigers, elephants...

It seems that as long as he can visualize it, it can be changed, and it is not just a manifestation, but a spiritual body!
To be continued...