Under the towering ancient tree, Taoist Bi slowly raised his head. His gaze seemed to span the top of the mountain and pass through the clouds.
A pair of deep eyes, like the sun and moon hanging in the sky, overlooking the mountains and rivers in the painting.
Huhu~
Among the ink-colored mountains and forests, the author closed his eyes:
"True, worthy of the emperor!"
The battle the day before could not help but surge in his heart, making him feel frightened and even terrified!
That day, the three of them witnessed Taoist Sanchi flying his sword in vain, and their hearts were shaken. They were ready to disperse and make other plans, but they didn't expect the Nanling to suddenly attack them.
Then, there was the horror that made his heart palpitate even when he thought about it.
During the hundreds of years that they have been on the golden list of the Ten Capitals, the three of them have already practiced all kinds of magical powers to the sixth level, and even have hidden magic weapons and secret techniques.
But it still collapsed at the first touch. If the three of them hadn't made a decisive decision to activate the Sea of Laws to advance to Jiuyao, at that moment, the three of them would have been killed by a punch together!
But even so, the old cholera demon was beaten into a pulp with one punch, and the Han Cicada boy escaped from his shell.
And he only had time to hide in this scroll...
Even when he was still in his prime, he never wanted to have any interaction with this person.
When it comes to levels, the Blue Water and Cold Pond painting has withstood the baptism of time and is no longer what it once was. It is much inferior to this ink landscape painting.
[Level: Jiuyao]
The Taoist Bi was unwilling to give up, but he had to bow his head again. Not to mention that he was seriously injured at this time, and he fell into an unknown magic weapon, and most of his magic power was suppressed.
"Ever-changing!"
I saw the ink droplets rippling, turning into ink dragons, tigers, leopards, and wolves, or flying swords and magical weapons... soaring into the sky mightily!
At the beginning of practicing martial arts, it starts with exchanging blood. The way of human beings and immortals also involves the process of exchanging blood.
"Nan, Nanling! If you have the courage, then kill me, kill me!"
The more than thirty drops of blood he shed were all tempered by his essence and blood, and they were connected with his mind.
Buzz!
When a drop of ink almost splashed out of the scroll, the golden light that was suppressed by the ink color suddenly burst out.
And these three steps, without exception, all start with blood!
This process should have been an extremely long process, but Hong Faer's Samadhi True Fire gave him hope of rapid progress.
Roar!
Phew!
hold head high!
…
Finally, with another loud noise, the already severely injured Bi Taoist finally fell into the golden light.
but……
[Ink landscape painting]
Over the past month or so, all his anger has been drained out, and at this moment, he even hates himself.
[Quality: Excellent]
It set off a huge wave that was higher than the previous one, turned into countless killing methods, and rushed upward...
"If I want to change as I wish, what I know cannot only be superficial. If it is a person, I must see its spirit. If it is an object, I must see its root..."
From a distance, you can see those figures that look like gold, holding swords or knives, using bare hands, or raising Fangtian painted halberds...
Seeing this scene, Taoist Bi was almost stunned, but soon it turned into a loud roar.
boom!
In the violently turbulent sea of ink, Taoist Bi couldn't help but shrink his eyes, but he saw many figures rushing out of the large golden light!
Yang Yu knocked him unconscious with a flick of his finger, but his eyes never left the drops of 'ever-changing blood'.
In the human race bag, Yang Yu watched the battle from a high position, or in other words, he felt the ever-changing realm with the help of this battle.
I hate why I took the initiative to invite Ying to go to the Zhou Jue Yin Tian Palace, why I went alone, and even hate myself why I chose Samadhi True Fire...
"Am I being aggressive?"
Its momentum is so ferocious that it makes people wonder whether it can really break through the scroll and enter the real world!
With just one long roar, the entire ink mountain forest collapsed, cracked, and even decomposed!
In just a few moments, under Yang Yu's gaze, this ink painting scroll had turned into a vast ocean of ink.
"Fellow Taoist Nanling!"
Yang Prison laughed dumbly.
The only pity is that the Samadhi True Fire practiced by Hong Fa'er is really too shallow...
It's like someone splashed ink like water, covering less than half of the picture.
"Nanling kid, do you really think I'm afraid?!"
With his current foundation and practice, although he has just become a human immortal, he is still in the first step of becoming a human immortal, born from flesh and blood.
At this moment, in his induction, the drops of ever-changing blood moved according to his will, and could transform into almost everything he knew!
Flowers, trees, birds, beasts, fish and insects, swords, guns, swords and halberds, dragons, tigers, eagles and elephants...
But in essence, the two are the same. They are both creations of the "great supernatural power". The only difference lies in the practice state of the person who paints.
All I could see was a bright sky above the sky, as if many big suns were shining brightly, and the brilliant golden light was infecting the ink mountains and forests.
"Okay, very good, very good..."
One painting opens the sky!
In the ethnography bag, Yang Yu's eyes flickered and he took out the "Picture of Blue Water and Cold Pond" that was obtained from the Five Zang Guan recipe.
boom!
The ink color collided with the golden light, and both of them shattered. The Taoist writer staggered back, seeing the ink color evaporate, and the golden light was just like before, and he finally realized that something was wrong.
"This is not ink! This is, blood?!"
It has the ability to accept things, escape, make things as desired, avoid disasters, drive away disasters, and refine Taoist weapons...]
Feeling the changes in the blood and writing them down one by one, Yang Yu looked at the ink painting again, and saw that the ink in it had been strangled to pieces.
boom!
Boom!
Yang Yu looked at it from a distance and felt the scent of ink and the fishy wind from the beast's mouth coming at the same time, but he remained calm and just watched coldly.
The True Fire of Samadhi really has the ability to transform decay into miraculous things, allowing him to glimpse the realm of 'ever-changing' through the 'big and small Ruyi'.
But with the help of the long river of martial arts, he has figured out the second step, big and small, and the third step, ever-changing!
As for whether there is a fourth step, based on his current background, there is no way to know.
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No matter in terms of supernatural powers, painting skills or materials, the pictures of clear water and cold pool left by Xu Shengyang are far superior.
The Taoist painter reacted, but he was already helpless. Most of the ink had evaporated, and the entire painting had turned almost golden.
And the Taoist penman stood under the vast ocean of ink, and the pen as thick as an arm in his palm danced wildly, setting off thousands of ink waves rising to the sky.
"I have no grudge against you at all. Now, that evil cholera demon is dead, so why bother to be so aggressive?"
Seeing the golden light rolling in, Taoist Bi finally gave up his luck. He stood up and roared loudly, the sound wave was like an explosion:
"South Ridge!"
[Evaluation: Dragon skin is used as paper, the blood of all beasts is used as ink, and the scroll is written by the great supernatural power of "opening the sky with one painting".
Like a tiger coming out of the gate, with extremely ferocious momentum, it presses back down and infects the sea of ink!
‘He can also ‘open up the sky with one stroke’?!’
Boom!
But the quality is far beyond that.
Buzz!
Faint ripples appeared.
Then, this son of the Demon King, who was always unruly and ferocious, and the true preacher of Ten Thousand Demons Cave, started to tremble uncontrollably.
And in fact, it is indeed the case!
As if she smelled that familiar scent, Hong Fa'er, who had been sleeping to death, suddenly woke up.
An unwilling roar disappeared completely when the scroll was closed.
After a month of training, the ever-changing blood has accumulated to more than thirty drops.
Yang Yu pushed aside the fog on the scroll, and under the secluded sky, the true face of this landscape painting emerged.
"It's easy to want to die, but not now."
At this moment, his control over the scroll completely disappeared, and the magic weapon changed hands!
"You, you're here again?!"
But he didn't even have the intention to refute. In a blink of an eye, drops of the 'ever-changing' blood refined by the true fire of Samadhi fell from the void and submerged into the landscape painting.
Yang Yu was very calm and even commented on the technique and quality of the two paintings in his mind, but the painter under the ancient trees was extremely tormented:
It seems that as long as he can visualize it, he can transform it, and it is not just a superficial appearance, but a divine form!
Buzz!
A vague buzzing sound echoed in the forest, and the Taoist who was waiting for a response suddenly raised his head.
Yang Yu closed his eyes and stood quietly.
In the sea of heart, Beidou Dao Fruit bursts out like a tide of blood. The refining progress of this Dao Fruit is finally complete!
"Beidou!"
Let's go to bed first. I'm a little dizzy after drinking in the afternoon.