Looking at the painting in front of them, everyone couldn't help but be stunned. What kind of bullshit painting is this? One tree with three branches, and it is still a dead tree. It is short and cracked. It is just a dead tree.
Moreover, even such a short, cracked dead tree is not well drawn, and it does not even have any charm. It looks like graffiti. Even a three-year-old child can't draw better than the painting in front of him.
Be good.
Anyone who looks at such a painting will find it of little value and can throw it away casually. Anyone present will sneer at this painting, because any one of them who draws it with a brush will be dissatisfied.
The painting is better than the painting in front of you. Even if you close your eyes, you can paint it better than the painting in front of you.
"What kind of crap is this?" The green man in white robe couldn't help but sneered when he saw it, and said, "It's worse than a three-year-old child's graffiti."
All the strong monks present looked at this painting carefully. No matter how carefully they looked at it, they all felt that the painting in front of them was not worth mentioning. It was too ugly and too simple. Even if it was graffiti by a three-year-old child,
It won't be like this.
"Just this painting?" A monk couldn't help but sneered and said, "Don't embarrass yourself with a painting like this. Everyone can paint better than him."
"Is this the number one mortal? Is the title 'number one mortal' derogatory or complimentary?" Some strong men couldn't help but sneered and said: "This can't be the number one idiot, the number one loser, right?"
"How much hope can a mortal have?" A great sect ancestor was already very tolerant. He shook his head gently and said, "Mortals are mortals after all. They have limited vision and are ignorant and fearless. They speak arrogantly and are arrogant.
Being arrogant is normal."
"There must be a mystery behind this impossible thing. What he did when he was in the land of wealth and honor was so amazing. What Emperor Wanyue couldn't do, he did it casually." Have you ever seen it?
The big shot Li Qiye couldn't help but carefully examine the painting in front of him, but no matter how he looked at it, it was so ugly that there was no clue at all.
Even though this big shot had seen Li Qiye turn decay into something magical, and had seen Li Qiye's incredible miraculous deeds, he had great expectations for Li Qiye, but he took a closer look at the painting in front of him and looked to the left.
, looked to his right, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see any clue. He felt that the painting in front of him was still so ugly, which made him unable to praise the painting in front of him against his will.
"Humph -" Ouyang Dragon God didn't say anything. His eyes were cold. No matter what magical powers Li Qiye had, he would kill Li Qiye. It was not convenient to kill Li Qiye now. As long as he had a chance, he would definitely let this kid die without a burial.
land.
Then Aragami also took a closer look at Li Qiye's painting. At first glance, this painting was so ugly. It was just a dead tree, short, cracked, crooked, and too ugly to be looked at.
After the first look, I didn’t want to look at it a second time.
However, Aragami still suppressed the disgust in his heart and looked carefully. Under his heavenly eyes, when he looked carefully, he finally saw some clues.
When Namo Huangshen carefully observed this painting, when he tried to immerse himself in it, the three crooked dead branches on Li Qiye's dead tree seemed to lead to three worlds, and
, it seems like time is flowing through it.
However, although Aragami could grasp the fleeting feeling at this moment, he was unable to replace it. He was suddenly bounced back by an indescribable force, making it impossible for him to be there.
its environment.
"This is -" So Aragami couldn't help but be shocked in his heart. This seemingly ugly painting contained a power that he couldn't resist. He couldn't explain this power clearly. It seemed that it came from time and space.
, or it may come from another world. In short, the power of this painting prevents him from entering this painting, making him unable to be immersed in the scene, and unable to truly understand what this painting represents.
However, even so, Aragami also vaguely saw some clues from this painting. Perhaps the three crooked dead branches in this painting represent the passage to the three worlds.
, and the tree trunk may be the root of the entire world.
Then the Desolate God is indeed worthy of being the first ancestor of the City of Six Consciousnesses, and he is indeed worthy of being a Desolate God with the power to ascend to heaven. He has indeed seen some clues.
While everyone else was sneering at Li Qiye's painting and couldn't help but laugh at Li Qiye's painting, the middle-aged man was fascinated by it because he could take on this role.
In a painting, he can be immersed in the scene.
Just as Aragami thought, the three crooked branches are the passage to the world. It is an alternation of time and space, entering an indescribable art form. Under such power, it makes
Among these three dead branches, one can look back in time.
When the middle-aged man was immersed in the scene, he instantly felt that he was integrated into the painting. Going back in time, he was led to his past world.
Returning to the Three Immortal Realm, it is not the current Three Immortal Realm, not the Three Immortal Realm dominated by the Three Immortals, the Supreme Heaven, and the Life and Death Heaven, but the Three Immortal Realm dominated by the Three Immortals.
At that time, he was so high-spirited and amazing. He was proud of the world, surpassed the three realms, and was as stunning as an immortal. Even many ancestors were eclipsed in front of him.
One step at a time, one brilliance at a time, in his era, his brilliance shines on the entire Three Immortals Realm, he is so happy to grudge, so arrogant...
Looking at such a painting in front of him, the middle-aged man returned to his past years and led to the past, where everything was there and everything was so beautiful.
Being immersed in the scene, the middle-aged man couldn't help but smile.
"Such a broken painting is so ugly that it cannot be put on the table. To say it is graffiti is just flattering. It is just garbage. Throw it away." Some strong monks did not look down on such a painting at all. They couldn't help but sneered and laughed at Li Qiye.
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"Good painting, good painting, wonderful, wonderful, the best painting in the world, the first painting." At this time, everyone was dismissive of Li Qiye's painting, and sneered at it.
, but the middle-aged man cheered loudly and couldn't help laughing. He laughed so joyfully. He hadn't laughed like this for a long, long time. It could even be said that he had forgotten what happiness was. Since he came here,
I have lost the feeling of happiness and don’t know what happiness feels like.
"Pleasure--" In the end, the middle-aged man couldn't help but laugh heartily.
Such a scene made many strong monks present stunned. Everyone felt that such an ugly painting was not worth mentioning. It was worse than the graffiti of a three-year-old child and should be thrown into the trash.
However, such an ugly painting, such a painting that is not worth mentioning, can actually make the middle-aged man laugh so happily, so heartily. At this time, they can't help but wonder if they are delusional. This is simply impossible.
things.
"Real or fake?" When many strong monks came back to their senses, they took a closer look at the painting in front of them. No matter how they looked at it, they couldn't see any clues. It was just twisted dead branches.
, still so ugly, still so not worth mentioning.
"It's not a lie," some great sect ancestors couldn't help but mutter.
However, when everyone thought about it carefully, they felt that it was impossible. After all, the middle-aged man in front of him was a big ghost who owned the treasure of the Yuanzu. It was no joke for a big ghost to exchange a peerless treasure like the Six Consciousness Tower.
Who would take out the supreme ancestor's treasure and make a joke?
"What's the mystery in this painting?" Seeing that such an extremely ugly painting could make a middle-aged man laugh so heartily, everyone couldn't help but wonder. Even if they looked carefully, they couldn't see any clues.
"How is this possible?" Ouyang Longshen couldn't help but be shocked. He looked carefully, but he couldn't see any clues. He didn't understand why the middle-aged man laughed so happily when he saw this painting.
, so happy, at this time, he looked carefully and pondered carefully, but still felt that there was nothing special in this painting.
"It is really tailor-made and painted specifically for him." At this time, Aragami was more sure of his guess. Before that, he saw some clues and wanted to enter this painting and be immersed in it.
Go and feel it.
However, in this painting, there is an inexplicable force that pops him out. He is a desolate god who opened the Yuan Dynasty. Looking at the entire criminal world, there are only a handful of existences more powerful than him.
Already.
However, with just a few strokes, he can pop out. Then, this painting is so magical and terrifying.
"As expected, he is indeed the number one mortal. Let me just say, this is absolutely correct. The number one mortal is the one who creates miracles." The big shot who had some confidence in Li Qiye couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement at this time.
: "When he was in the land of wealth, he created such a miracle."
"Okay, okay, okay." At this time, the middle-aged man finally came back to his senses from the joy and said with a smile: "I haven't been so happy for a long time. A small gift is not respectful, so please
Accept it, sir." After saying that, he placed the Tower of Six Consciousnesses in Li Qiye's hands.
At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on the Six Consciousness Tower in Li Qiye's hand, and all of a sudden, everyone present could not help but blush.
There are probably only a few of the Six Consciousness Towers and Yuanzu's weapons in the entire criminal world.