The scenery in front of Imperial Master Yankang changed suddenly. When the light in front of him returned to normal, he saw that they had arrived in a heavenly palace, where the palaces were towering, the sacred mountains were continuous, and the divine light reflected the world.
"Is this a world in a painting?"
Imperial Master Yankang was extremely shocked. If this was the world in the painting, then this place would be too vast!
He looked around and saw that there was no end to the heavenly palace!
The sky is filled with high-altitude gods, some are majestic, some are sacred, and some are transcendent, but most of them are gods walking around, looking for friends, exchanging cups and cups, and drinking wine.
Qin Mu took him through the painting and entered this heavenly feast. The long corridor was like a bridge, neon lights were flying, the sun and moon hung on the pavilion, and in the lanterns there were sacred birds covered with flames as candles, emitting light and heat.
There are also goddesses strumming the strings and playing strange musical instruments, and there are women dancing on the lotus leaves in the air, with flowers falling all over them.
There was a drunken god staggering around, shaking his wine flask, teasing the shy and shy goddess.
Imperial Master Yankang was dazzled. The location they were in was actually the center of the feast. There were countless gods around, and the sacred mountain in the distance was shining brightly.
Tu Bo was not far away from him, with a nine-curved horn on his head, sitting motionless, and the fireworks under his body were spinning like an abyss.
There are also several extremely majestic beings, high above the ground, faceless, and no less majestic than Tu Bo.
"National Master, you are like a country bumpkin entering the city now, just like when I first entered Xianglong City!"
Qin Mu laughed loudly, and suddenly picked up a pot of wine from the tray held by the goddess passing by, and drank from it.
The goddess was furious and shouted: "Where did you come from, little devil? This is the divine wine given to the gods, and you can touch it too?"
"What a fuss!"
Qin Mu raised his foot and kicked the goddess away. He took another pot of wine from the flying plate and put it into the hands of Imperial Master Yankang. He jumped on the jade table in front of a high-ranking god and drank.
The god was furious and raised his mother-sized palm to cover it. Qin Mu reached out and drew his sword, and his severed arm flew out.
Qin Mu laughed loudly, threw the jade table away, and shouted loudly: "In the poem, the sun and moon are immortals in wine, and they fly up to the nine heavens!"
laugh--
The head of the aloof god was cut off by his sword. Qin Mu broke into the palace with his head raised and made a big fuss in the sky. Countless gods and men rose up and came towards him. The sword in Qin Mu's hand flashed, and a high god was thrown away.
He dropped his heads one by one, rushed to Tu Bo's side, hung the head in his hand on Tu Bo's horn, laughed and said: "I am relegated to Penglai with a golden status, in front of the abbot's jade hall with treasures!"
Tu Bo suddenly stood up, shook his body, and suddenly his divine body was ten thousand feet tall, with boundless divine fire under his feet.
Qin Mu activated the sword pill, and the eight thousand swords surrounded Tu Bo and rotated into a sword-circling posture, cutting the great god into countless pieces. Then he rubbed his hands together, and countless flying swords swept across all directions like long dragons. He was so excited that he started to kill and laughed loudly.
: "The dragon body will be hundreds of feet long, and the phoenix wings will still be layered with forests and forests!"
Countless gods and men came like a tide and drowned him.
Seeing the divine light rising into the sky, Qin Mu soared into the sky from his broken limbs, flicking his sword and singing, wildly and wildly: "How dare a thousand men to go forward with their hands tied? It's hard for all gods to look back! Imperial Master, I'm here to break the god in your heart."
!”
Imperial Master Yankang laughed heartily, and suddenly his previous depression was gone. He was full of energy and said loudly: "Why do you need to break the god in my heart?"
He stepped forward, sword light waving in his hand. His combat power was higher than Qin Mu's. Wherever he passed, gods fell down.
In Lingxiao Palace, countless gods and demons came to kill them.
Qin Mu and Yankang Imperial Master stood side by side and massacred each other at the gate of Tianmen.
After a long time, corpses of gods and demons piled up all over the mountains and plains. There were endless gods coming, and the sound of killing was loud.
"How long will this kill last?"
Imperial Master Yankang shouted: "You come and guard the door, I will kill the Emperor of Heaven!"
Qin Mu responded: "You go!"
The Imperial Master of Yankang rushed into the Lingxiao Hall, where corpses of gods were everywhere.
boom--
Imperial Master Yankang flew back and hit the wall of the hall next to Qin Mu. Qin Mu was startled. The gods here were obviously weak in cultivation, and the painter who painted this magnificent scene was not skilled enough, so even he
It can also go on a killing spree.
However, Imperial Master Yankang was beaten back by the Emperor of Heaven!
Qin Mu blinked and said something bad to himself: "This painter is also a flatterer. I'm afraid all his painting skills have been used on the Emperor of Heaven, which is why the Emperor of Heaven in the painting is so powerful."
Pastor Qin, who grew up deaf, has a deep understanding of the power of the artist's paintings.
The power of painting depends not only on the artist's painting skills, but also on the subject of the painting.
The stronger and deeper the painting skills, the more powerful the things painted will be. Of course, it also depends on the artist's care.
This artist did not draw other gods and demons very carefully and did not put much effort into them. Therefore, the strength of these gods and demons is not strong, and even the strength of beings like Tu Bo is average.
And who the subject of the painting is is also extremely important.
For example, Deaf's painting of the village chief when he was young shows the amazing power and power of the sword god carrying his sword!
When this painter painted the Emperor of Heaven, he must have been extremely careful to capture the charm of the Emperor of Heaven. Therefore, the Emperor of Heaven was so powerful that he could knock away the Imperial Master of Yankang!
Qin Mu was a little worried. He brought Imperial Master Yankang into the painting to break the fear in the Imperial Master's heart. If Imperial Master Yankang could not defeat the Emperor of Heaven in the painting, such a setback would probably completely destroy the Imperial Master's faith.
collapse!
But at this moment, Yankang Imperial Master came down from the wall and rushed out again, his fighting spirit undiminished at all!
After a while, Imperial Master Yankang flew back again. Qin Mu activated his Eight Thousand Swords to slaughter the incoming gods. Looking at the Imperial Master on the wall, he saw that Imperial Master Yankang had been beaten with a bruised nose and face.
"Well, it's a bit tricky. The strength of the Emperor of Heaven in the painting is probably higher than that of the gods..."
Just when he thought of this, Imperial Master Yankang rushed over again.
Bang.
Yankang Imperial Master was beaten back again.
So again and again.
The Tianmen in front of the Lingxiao Palace was already filled with corpses of gods and demons. Qin Mu was panting from exhaustion. Yankang Imperial Master still rushed to the Heavenly Emperor on the top of the Lingxiao Palace again and again, but was beaten back again and again, each time more miserable than the last.
.
Qin Mu's eyes flashed, and he was about to take out the Five Thunder Pot, thinking: "Even if we try to blow up this place, we can't let the Emperor of Heaven in the painting completely defeat the Imperial Master..."
Imperial Master Yankang rushed out again. After a while, all the shouts of killing suddenly stopped. All the gods and demons outside Lingxiao Palace showed fear, turned around and fled in all directions.
Qin Mu was startled and looked back, only to see Imperial Master Yankang standing behind him holding the head of the Emperor of Heaven.
At this moment, Imperial Master Yankang smiled innocently even though his body was covered with bruises.
The two looked at each other and laughed together.
The Imperial Master of Yankang raised his arms and threw the Emperor's head far away from the Lingxiao Palace. He said loudly: "Bring out the sword and hold the emperor's head in your hand. The Heavenly Sword is so heroic. At this moment, I can actually understand the artistic conception of his sword skills."
!”
Qin Mu's body ached, and he walked towards the palace and said with a smile: "You are a big pervert and your understanding is too high. Grandpa Tu taught me for so many years before I figured out the beauty of his sword skills. But you are a swordsman.
It just so happens that I can understand his artistic conception of the sword. My understanding is far inferior to yours."
Imperial Master Yankang turned around and said seriously: "A person's understanding will increase with the improvement of his vision and knowledge, and the same is true for wisdom. Your current cultivation level is not strong enough. When you reach my realm, you will be in great danger.
All mystical possibilities. In the future, you will not lose to me, you will only be stronger than me. You can think of using the heavenly feast to break the spirit in my heart and let me rebuild my Taoist heart, but I can't think of it. Why should the leader belittle himself?"
Qin Mu came to the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, dragged the headless body of the Emperor aside, sat down on the throne, and said in surprise: "Master, do you think I can surpass your straight line?"
Imperial Master Yankang said with a smile: "You are the younger generation. If the younger generation cannot surpass the elders, wouldn't this world be too sad? What's more, you still have a dominant body."
Qin Mu was full of confidence and nodded: "That's true. I am a tyrant, so I will definitely be stronger than you."
Imperial Master Yankang's face darkened.
Qin Mu moved his buttocks, gave up half of his seat, and said, "Come, take a seat that only the Emperor of Heaven can sit on."
The Imperial Master hesitated: "Isn't this...not good?"
"Come, sit down. The scenery here is great!"
"good."
Imperial Master Yankang sat down, and the two of them looked at the scenery outside the Lingxiao Palace. After a moment, Imperial Master Yankang said: "You can have a panoramic view of the vast world. Sitting in this seat, you have boundless power. Any world or any living being can't have it."
Life and death are all in my mind. Leader, do you have this desire for power in your heart?"
Qin Mu sat there and said leisurely: "If I say yes, will you kill me immediately to eliminate future troubles for the emperor?"
The two of them looked at each other, and Imperial Master Yankang withdrew his gaze and said quietly: "No. I will only be wary of you."
He stood up and his expression returned to calmness, as indifferent as before. It seemed that nothing could change him. However, Qin Mu knew that after experiencing the heavenly feast in the painting, Yankang's Taoist heart had entered a spiritual state.
An unpredictable realm.
His Taoist heart is so strong that it can no longer be destroyed.
At this time, Imperial Master Yankang no longer had any flaw in his Taoist heart.
Qin Mu stood up and walked out of the painting, realizing something in his heart: "Only by breaking the despair in your heart can you ignite greater hope and fighting spirit."
The two walked out of the mural on the wall one after another, keeping their feet on the ground.
Imperial Master Yankang looked back at the mural, and saw that the palace in the painting was still the same, but the gods and demons in the painting were covered with countless corpses, and some were hiding in the corner fearfully, trembling, with a look of fear on their faces.
Qin Mu stepped forward and erased the few strokes he had made, and the mural returned to its original state.
Qin Mu scratched his head and said in confusion: "The painter who drew this picture is extremely accomplished, no less accomplished than me. But why is this painting missing a corner? With his attainments, he can make this painting in the middle
People have life, and everyone in the event can move around and communicate, but without this corner, the painting is dead."
"It's probably broken."
The Imperial Master of Yankang walked out and said, "The battle outside should be over, right? It's time for Xiong Xiyu to resume his position as palace master and the Western Territory be merged into the Yankang Kingdom."
Qin Mu followed him and said with a smile: "If you have the emperor's will, recite the imperial edict at this time and make Xiong Xiyu the Lord of Zhentian Palace, the effect should be better."
Imperial Master Yankang took out the imperial edict and said, "Before my trip this time, I asked the emperor to write the imperial edict in advance."
"The emperor is also an old fox." Qin Mu said with emotion.
The two left the main hall, and suddenly a painting of a goddess moved in the mural. They looked around and found no one around, so they trotted all the way and ran out from the painting against the wall.
————Third update! Zhai Zhu hasn’t eaten yet, so he went to eat, and then went to watch TV. Hunan Satellite TV, Zhai Zhu made a fool of himself on stage, forgot his words, and had stage fright. What are you guys waiting for? You must watch it!