King Dan started with the layout of the chess game, which immediately made the host Jiu Gongzi and Wu Yazi beside him show a hint of surprise.
The chess game of Heaven and Earth was created by the old man Guanqi. Generally speaking, only the disciples of the old man Guanqi have the inheritance. King Dan also has it? He is also one of the nine sons of Guanqi?
Gu Hai played his chess game and gradually became more solemn.
"Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!"......
The two were making moves, and you were coming back and forth. Countless chess cultivators from all directions looked at the two moves, and gradually showed worries, but they were worried about Gu Hai. Because, as the saints became angry, countless Taoist cultivators immediately painted their own pictures.
The artistic conception of Tao greeted Gu Hai.
"boom!"
Gu Hai's body is like a colorful sun, blooming with various rays of light.
"With so many artistic conceptions of painting, Gu Hai can still play chess? How strong is his concentration?" The future Buddha frowned and clasped his hands together.
"Humph, Gu Hai is not affected by Hua Dao? These Hua Dao cultivators are all a bunch of trash!" Taishang's eyes were cold.
Taichu stared at Guhai.
Gu Hai was unmoved and still fell into the trap.
Not to mention that the artistic conception of calligraphy is useless to Gu Hai, Gu Hai's current chess skills have given Gu Hai a strong concentration, and he is playing chess with King Dan.
King Dan is also extremely cautious, because King Dan understands the current situation. As long as he defeats Gu Hai, there will be countless saints in the sky willing to recommend him.
"Mr. Gu seems not to be affected?"
"Mr. Gu is really amazing. With so many artistic conceptions of painting, he can still be able to do so safely?"
"The master of the first-grade hall is really powerful!"
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The people around him praised him.
Saints all over the sky were staring at Gu Hai.
"Hmph, let's see how long you can hold on!" A painting saint said coldly.
Even though Gu Hai is not affected now, the saints are sure that Gu Hai will definitely not be able to bear it later. These are nearly ten thousand painting practitioners, and they are not ordinary people. They are all painting practitioners who can draw illusions. Gu Hai is sure
Those who can't hold on for long, no, even a certain saint in the sky will definitely not be able to hold on for long, let alone Guhai?
Just when King Alchemy, the painting cultivators, and the saints all over the sky were looking forward to it, a voice suddenly sounded throughout the audience.
"Hahahaha, Mr. Gu, I've finished my painting. Look at my painting. My painting is done!"
Finished painting?
Hearing this voice, almost all the saints were suddenly shocked.
Everyone turned around and looked, is this immortality? That disaster, he painted another picture?
Originally, a group of saints wanted to see what Chang Sheng painted, but a hundred pregnant saints who fainted nearby reminded them, and no one dared to look at Chang Sheng's painting.
Another painting? Another painting of that evil?
Changsheng's voice seemed to have silenced the entire Tianyin City in an instant. The faces of the 500 million people and the 100,000 participating cultivators all darkened.
What is the painting?
However, no one dared to look, least of all Mu Chenfeng, Mo Yike, and Bing Ji.
The painting of Immortality is so evil, who dares to look at it?
"Mr. Gu, how is my painting? Mr. Gu...!" Changsheng immediately rushed over with the painting in his arms.
Gu Hai naturally heard about Chang Sheng's painting, but with the 'egg picture' in front of him, Gu Hai really didn't dare to look at it, but he didn't want to spoil Chang Sheng's interest. He pretended not to hear it and continued to make moves.
"Mr. Gu, my painting is ready. Look, the painting shows you at the court meeting. By the way, you are playing chess. Forget it, forget it, let me rescue you!" Changsheng said anxiously.
As he spoke, Changsheng turned the painting towards the ancient sea. From the painting, a golden light suddenly spurted out and rushed straight into the ancient sea.
"Um?"
"What's that on the painting?" After all, some people turned around and looked curiously.
Seeing Chang Sheng's painting, almost everyone's expressions froze.
"hiss!"
"He's so brave!"
"He actually painted a saint?"
"Can this be painted? Is he crazy?"
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Many people who saw the painting were immediately surprised.
But I saw that Chang Sheng's painting was extremely magnificent.
In the picture, Gu Hai is wearing a dragon robe and sitting on a dragon chair. There are countless officials standing in two rows. These officials are not others, but they are more than 10,000 painting Taoist practitioners participating in the competition.
Changsheng repaired all these paintings and painted them as Guhai ministers.
More importantly, in the center of the chapel in the painting, there are also five hundred saints painted. They are Taoist saints. One hundred of them are holding children, kneeling in front of the ancient sea in the painting. The other four hundred are also covered with cuts and bruises, dying, and all of them are dead.
They were tied up, as if they were all beheaded in front of the public just by the order from Gu Hai in the painting.
People who saw this painting were completely shocked.
"Is this depicting the majesty of the ancient sea?"
"All the five hundred painted Taoist saints became prisoners and were detained. Is this the scene of the judgment of the saints?"
"He, he doesn't want to compete anymore? Even the judges dare to slander him?"
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Countless people screamed.
But he saw Chang Sheng shaking, and a loud shout suddenly came from the screen: "Those who are complicit in this evil will be punished by the nine tribes!"
This is the sound coming from the painting.
But with this weird sound, the golden light in the painting suddenly surged ten thousand times, rushing straight into Gu Hai's body, immediately covering up all other lights on Gu Hai's body, and following the light from the painting path coming from all directions, the golden light was transmitted to a whole place.
Wan attacked the painting Taoist cultivator of Guhai.
"boom!"
Ten thousand painted Taoist cultivators were suddenly enveloped in golden light.
Almost at the same time, ten thousand Hua Dao saints were all inspired to enter the eternal artistic conception of Hua Dao.
The artistic conception of Changsheng's painting shows the boundless majesty in the court, as if the power of God instantly overwhelmed the minds of all the painters. The painters forgot everything and really thought that they were the ministers of Gu Hai.
Just like the illusion that Gu Hai saw, these painting practitioners not only saw it, but also went straight into their hearts.
“Plop!” “Plop!”…………
Suddenly, ten thousand painting cultivators knelt on the ground.
"Your Majesty, forgive me, we have nothing to do with these saints!"
"Your Majesty, these saints will not die well. I have nothing to do with them!"
"I have nothing to do with these shit-eating saints!"
"I ask your Majesty to behead all these saints in public!"
"No, please let your Majesty hang their heads on the tower!"
"Your Majesty, these saints are not human beings."
"Your Majesty, these saints are worse than pigs and dogs, kill them!"
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Under the emperor's "power of heaven", the painters pointed at the saints in heaven and insulted them repeatedly, calling them inferior to pigs and dogs, calling them not things, calling them beasts, all kinds of insults were heard endlessly.
"You, how dare you!" The Hua Dao saints suddenly roared and almost lost their temper.
How many years have it been, and never have I suffered this kind of insult? Thousands of years, tens of thousands of years. How many times have I not been worshiped as an ancestor by the participants of the Halloween Convention? How many times have I not been begged to look at them one more time?
You dare to scold me? And you scold me so harshly? You didn’t have sex when you gave birth to a son? Is this what you scolded me for?
The four hundred saints were frightened and furious.
A super farce broke out in the central square, attracting contestants from the book fighting area, piano fighting area, and chess fighting area to look at each other in surprise.
Five hundred million people from all directions were suddenly in an uproar.
Some were surprised, some laughed, and it was extremely noisy.
"Eternal life? One person's artistic conception of painting overshadowed all the painting competitors?" Emperor Kong, who was not far away, narrowed his eyes.
Qingdi's face also darkened: "Changsheng? I understand, it's him, it's him, and that Ziwei? Is it the two of them?"
In the east, the angels looked in astonishment.
"God, is that man's artistic conception of painting really so strong?" A seraphim asked in astonishment.
"Painting Taoism competes with each other with artistic conception. The loser is defeated thousands of miles away, and the winner turns the enemy's heart. This person is really good at painting Taoist artistic conception. A heaven-level brush? Gu Hai asked him to paint that painting?" Taichu frowned and said
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south.
"Young master, Gu Hai and the others are crazy, how can they draw such a painting? Do you still need to judge?" A Taishangdao disciple frowned.
Taishang Juzi narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Is this the same fate? Huh, Gu Hai is so cruel. He knew that the painting saint would not choose him, but he did the opposite and let all the participating painting practitioners insult the saint and scold him.
Are they worse than animals, so even saints are unwilling to choose them?"
The west.
"Infinite Life Buddha! The scolding is so unpleasant. The saint has transcended the world, but he actually insulted them as inhumane. This group of participating painters are also mixed!" A Bodhisattva sighed slightly.
"Good painting does not mean good conduct. Alas, just because of this, this Halloween Convention has changed a bit!" the future Buddha said with a slight bitter smile.
Has it changed? More than that, it has changed.
The painting cultivators who knelt down and worshiped Gu Hai began to insult the saint with increasingly unpleasant words. In order to clear their relationship with the saint, they even made up some erotic incidents and the incident of the cut-sleeve habit for the saint. The four hundred saints almost fainted after hearing this.
"Shu Zi, Shu Zi you dare!"
"You dare, if I can come down, I will kill you!"
"Ignorant child, bastard!"
"I will fight with you!"
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The saint in the sky roared angrily, but there were more than 10,000 Taoist cultivators in the picture below. The people were talking too much, so the four hundred saints could not reply at all. Even a few saints who kept themselves clean and regarded their reputations as more important than their lives were disturbed by this paragraph.
Being slandered by the disgraceful stories, he fainted.
Eternal life is complacent.
Gu Hai, who was sitting aside, had a trace of cold sweat on his forehead and a wry smile. This time, Changsheng, you are really awesome.
"Changsheng is playing big again!" Mu Chenfeng, who was not far away, said blankly.
"These saints really hate the emperor to death!" Mo Yike said with a bitter smile.
Bing Ji didn't know how to deal with it, so she could only smile bitterly and said: "At least it proves that Chang Sheng's painting is really powerful, one person can defeat everyone!"
Master Liu Nian, who was presiding over the painting ceremony at the side, was dumbfounded at this moment.
This is the first time I have seen a painting competition where the judges were so angry with each other during the competition. All the painting contestants knelt down and scolded the judges. How can this continue? Who can teach me?
Should I say something?
"I accept it!" Gu Hai suddenly said.
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