Chapter 1057: Abstract Painting World and the Way of Agriculture
The attack has quietly arrived.
Zuo Qingtian could feel the roar of dragons, phoenixes and unicorns in the sky, which began to shake his soul unconsciously. Slowly, his ears lost hearing, but the sea of soul roared like thunder.
The scene of the ancient demons and gods in front of them also disappeared, and became a very abstract picture. The soul seemed to still be able to feel that it was still a dragon, a phoenix, or a unicorn, but visually it could only see strange distortions.
The world has become abstract.
It seems that everything is an image, including sounds and images.
This is...a loud sound, an invisible elephant?
It breaks away from the traditional yin and yang and five elements, time and space, life and death... but sounds and pictures, hearing and vision, from the outside to the inside, directly refreshing the soul and returning to chaos.
Is this also chaos?
Maybe.
Before chaos opened up, it was possible that it was just this abstract.
Zuo Qingtian didn't know if it was true, but he really had never been exposed to similar attack modes.
The effect is obvious... If he can't break out of this state, he will stay in this state for the rest of his life.
Being in a strange chaos is like entering a special world, becoming an exiled wandering ghost.
Thinking of this, Zuo Qingtian felt a certain degree of familiarity. Banishment and sealing could still have similarities with his research. It can be seen that the new way in the world cannot be separated from the origin of the great way, at least in terms of specific feedback on offense and defense, damage
Weakening control, banishing, and confining seals always have their own manifestations, and people will never disappear for no reason.
Since it is reflected, there is a path to cracking it.
A bloody vortex appeared in Zuo Qingtian's palm.
I don’t know the specific purpose of the other party painting the form of the ancient demon god. Maybe it is necessary for a certain medium, but it is a good thing for Zuo Qingtian. Although they are all fake, in fact, as long as it has its shape, it has a certain spirituality. If the demon gods all
There is also divinity, which is the path of divine descent. This is too familiar to a formless person who follows the path of the witch god.
Can also be used.
In the blood-colored vortex, the blood shadows of demons and gods kept intertwining and emerging. The trace of spirituality was accurately captured and turned into flesh and blood. Then it transformed from life to death, and turned into a rich blood of death energy, which burst into the void of this world.
He had nowhere to start with his own strength, but he borrowed the spirituality of this world to turn it into the blood and violence of demons and gods, becoming the fuse to break through this world.
In the void, Ju Yunxiu couldn't help but admire that the Lord of the Witch God is the Lord of the Witch God, and his understanding of the avenue is far beyond those of the people from the Witch God Sect that he had come into contact with before. If everyone had met Zuo Qing instead of He Guihun Feng Buru
God, even if we don't mention the power gap, from the understanding of the law, everyone's tombstone should be three feet high now.
But just where Zuo Qingtian broke through the boundary, a ball of mud suddenly covered it.
The death energy collided with the mud, and the mud turned into pulp, but there was a seed attached to the blood energy, which lingered no matter what.
Zuo Qingtian could already see Xu Buyi and Ju Yunxiu standing in the void in front of him.
He looked down at the seeds in his hand and frowned, "What does this mean?"
It was so abstract before that he didn't ask any questions, but now he was baffled by such a clear seed.
Because the seed itself has no power.
The spiritual energy is very strong, and it may grow into some kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure that is very powerful, but at the moment it is really just a pure seed.
Xu Buyu grinned: "You transform the energy of death, and I create vitality, that's all."
Following the words, the seeds suddenly sprouted.
Zuo Qingtian's expression changed drastically.
He found that all the flesh and blood of the demon god that he had condensed just now became the sustenance of this seed. This seemingly inconspicuous seed was frantically competing with him for the blood and cruel energy, and then he actually couldn't grab this seed.
There are no demons and gods here, it’s just the meager spirituality in the painting. I condensed my magical powers to become the demons and gods’ bloody violence. Why should you snatch this inexplicable seed away?
The most annoying thing is that I can’t grab it!
"When it comes to absorbing nutrients from the soil and having the ability to grow and break through the soil at all costs, a human being is obviously no better than a random grass." Xu Buyi said with a smile: "Of course, generally, there is nothing to argue with when grass and trees compete with you for nutrients, but so do I.
It has no form."
The Immortal Palace of Ten Thousand Paths, the Way of Farming.
In just one sentence, the spirituality of those demon gods had been completely absorbed, and the seeds turned into a piece of grass, which could not be removed from Zuo Qingtian's hand.
Then... began to frantically absorb Zuo Qingtian's own flesh, blood, and mana.
We had said, "The life-shaping machine, that's all..." But now it started to take lives.
Zuo Qingtian was not surprised. He used his luck and tried to shake the grass away. The grass hung low and swayed, but it was not shaken away after all.
"Despite the tenderness of the grass, the strong wind that can break the giant trees blows, but the grass is still alive and well. I want to pull it out, but I find that the roots are much deeper than what is seen outside. It is not easy to pull out, not to mention that they are all connected.
." Xu Buyi explained responsibly.
In fact, even if Zuo Qingtian didn't explain it, he could understand it. Zuo Qingtian even knew why Xu Buyi was so mean-mouthed and just wanted to explain it.
Because he really wants the world to know what the ancient new way is, how it differs from traditional magic, and... is it more like an immortal than throwing a fireball and striking a thunderbolt?
This is the founder's uncontrollable comparison mentality and desire to preach.
The sermon was preached to Tangtang Wuxiang...
Zuo Qingtian didn't know whether he was angry or laughing. The inexplicable paintings and sounds, the inexplicable way of farming, were incompatible with the conventional fairy painting style, but they did not fundamentally deviate from the principles of the world. If it were a daily contest, Zuo Qingtian might
You will be very happy and have the fun of fighting.
However, it was a life and death battle at this moment. Although Zuo Qingtian was warlike, he was not a martial idiot who didn't care about his life. His life was more important.
While he was controlling his own flesh and blood from being absorbed, he quickly grabbed the piece of grass in his hand with his other hand and tore off a large piece of his own flesh and blood. The blood surged out wildly, but the piece of grass finally had nothing to rely on and fell to the ground.
Withering quickly in the void.
However, the painting world was closed, and he was in a state of abstract exile, unable to get out.
From the beginning to the end, Zuo Qingtian was trying to crack the new way without even launching an attack.
He didn't care about the flow of his own blood, silently restored the somewhat disordered energy and blood in his body, and suddenly said: "You two are here with me, aren't you afraid that Tian Songzi will massacre your disciples?"
Xu Buyu smiled but did not answer.
Zuo Qingtian understood: "You two mainly want to trap me, because you are not sure of killing me. In other words, you are more expecting the other side to kill Tian Songzi first, and then join forces to kill me... You have also arranged stronger opponents,
Deal with Amatsuko."
"It's not that I specially arranged who to kill first." Xu Buyi said honestly: "It was the Gambling Sect that separated you. You couldn't resist the Gambling Sect's weird tricks, but they couldn't achieve precise distribution.
You can roll dice randomly. If you are lucky, you will be assigned to us. Tiansongzi is less lucky..."
"..." Zuo Qingtian was extremely solemn: "Who is lurking here? Xiyue? Hemo?"
"No." Xu Buyi remained honest: "It's just that Tiansongzi doesn't have a horse, but we do."
…………
The position randomly assigned by Tiansongzi was exactly the same as what Zuo Qingtian saw.
Dragons and phoenixes soar, unicorns roar, demons and gods dance wildly, and Taotie fights Qiongqi.
It can be seen that all areas are actually a layout...
"It's just a mural that pretends to be a ghost." Tian Songzi discovered it at a glance, because he was too familiar with these ethnic groups.
Phoenix is not just one.
Why was Meng Qingying called Fenghuang instead of Phoenix in her previous life? It was not a deliberate falsehood, nor was it purely an emperor's intention, but because it was the first phoenix in the origin, with multicolored patterns on its body, not a single color pattern. So.
It can transform into five by itself. After that, new phoenixes continue to be born and evolve from the gate. At this time, they are all single-color phoenixes, as its subordinates, and then multiply into groups.
As for her eldest son, who is single, and the others are in pairs, Meng Qingying burst into tears when recalling her past life. She didn’t know how she survived the life, it was so miserable.
I'm going too far, but in short, the Tiangong has enslaved many dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns... all of them are mounts.
Tian Songzi's mount is a unicorn.
To destroy this kind of painting, if the real unicorn appears, the fake one will naturally be destroyed...
Tiansongzi waved his sleeves, auspicious clouds rose, and a little unicorn jumped out.
It seems to be saying, I also have a horse.
"Go ahead and tear this fake painting apart." Tian Songzi pointed forward: "It is a great blasphemy to pretend to be a unicorn."
Little Qilin stared blankly at the mural for a long time, then suddenly roared with joy.
Then...a hoof kicked Tiansongzi in the chest.
Tiansongzi: "???"
At the same time, there was a terrifying coercion in the sky, colorful auspicious clouds gathered like wind and thunder, and a snow-white unicorn with violent rage stepped on his head viciously.
The murals in this area do look the same as elsewhere...the difference is that the paintings in other areas are all fake, while the paintings in this area...are a little bit real.
The dragon and phoenix are fake, but the unicorn is real.