Archean Eon Art

Sanwan River is Qianshanxing, the ninth floor of Eternal Building.

The avatar of Meng Chuan Yuanshen came here, and looked at the phantoms of countless items sold out of the Eternal Building.

"Shanwu Secret Realm, draw a copy of the Holy Mountain Talisman." Meng Chuan selected the item he wanted.

"It takes 10,000 square meters." An indifferent and mighty voice came from above.

Meng Chuan was already ready.

Huasheng Mountain, as the remains of the paintings left by Taoist Mountain Wu, is also a treasure land in the long river of time and space. Now it is occupied by the powerful "Hundred Flower Palace Master" of the Seven Tribulations Realm.

Painting the holy mountain, any practitioner can go to watch it! But watching requires a price of "10,000 square meters", and there is no time limit for comprehension.

"Looking at the Holy Mountain of Painting, one practitioner is 10,000 square meters, and one thousand practitioners is ten million square meters. It is really easy to earn treasures in the Seven Tribulations Realm." Meng Chuan secretly sighed, the entire time and space are countless Thousands of people in the Six Tribulations Realm, and even more in the Five Tribulations Realm. Although there are many opportunities in the long river of time and space, and the scroll ruins are not a clear method, there are still many who are willing to spend 10,000 square meters.

After all, it is a relic left by the power of the Eight Tribulations Realm.

The resources of time and space are all occupied by the top powerhouses.

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Shanwu Secret Realm is a secret realm created by Daojun Shanwu, and the Holy Painting Mountain is located in it.

"call."

The Shanwu Secret Realm does not block outsiders, and Meng Chuan easily came to the Shanwu Secret Realm.

This is a world with beautiful scenery. As soon as Meng Chuan arrived, a thin old man appeared out of thin air. He was dressed in a black robe, had silver eyes, and exuded an aura of indifference. He was obviously very difficult to get along with. But after seeing Meng Chuan, the thin old man with silver eyes showed a smile, "It turns out to be the Lord of Dongning."

"I've seen Senior Poison Eyes." Meng Chuan was very humble.

This is a top Yuanshen Six Tribulation Realm whom he admires very much. What Meng Chuan admires is not the strength of the other party, but what the other party has done.

In the long river of time and space, there are very few people who dare to completely tear themselves apart with the notorious top forces such as the Black Demon Palace, the Shadow Land, and the Dark Star Society, but this "Master of Poison Eyes" in front of him is one.

Master Poison Eyes is actually a very benevolent and powerful power, because the Black Demon Palace is too crazy, Master Poison Eyes can't tolerate, destroying the Black Demon Palace again and again,

Frantically retaliated by the Black Demon Palace. Anyone who gets close to Master Poison Eye may be implicated, so Master Poison Eye changed his name and became more withdrawn.

The Lord of Baihua Palace attached great importance to Master Poison Eyes and came forward to protect him.

The Lord of the Hundred Flowers Palace is the one with the largest network of connections in the Seven Tribulations Realm. Those who owe him kindness include the Emperor Wanxing, the Master of the White Bird Pavilion, and nearly ten other powerful people in the Seven Tribulations Realm. better.

"This is the talisman order for painting the holy mountain." Meng Chuan immediately took out the talisman order and handed it to the other party.

"In the future, Dongning City Lord can come to see the Holy Mountain of Painting at any time with no time limit." Master Poison Eyes showed a smile on his stiff face, "Shan Wu Daojun's paintings are really amazing. I feel that these paintings are full of endless mysteries. Dongning City Lord, you are also in the Yuanshen Tribulation Realm, so you can create a Yuanshen clone and study here for a long time. By the way, I have to say something in advance. There are countless creatures in the Shanwu Secret Realm, so Watching the holy painting mountain practice is limited to a million miles around the holy painting mountain. Other places are not allowed to break in."

"I understand." Meng Chuan nodded.

"Follow me." Master Poison Eye personally led the flight with Meng Chuan. With the flying speed of the two of them, even if they flew leisurely, they arrived in one or two breaths.

"That's painting the holy mountain."

Master Poison Eyes pointed to a towering mountain in the distance, one side of the mountain was completely cut, and the cut was very smooth.

The flat mountain wall is ninety thousand miles high and tens of thousands of miles wide.

There are huge pictures on the mountain wall. When Meng Chuan glanced at them for the first time, he felt as if an ant was being crushed head-on by a world, and his mind was a little dizzy.

"You can't look at it as a whole." Master Poison Eyes continued, "There are 33 paintings on the mountain wall, and each painting at least contains the original rules. If you look at it as a whole, the 33 paintings can be drawn together to form a whole. Even those in the Seven Tribulations Realm will feel dizzy and unbearable to watch. You have to comprehend each painting one by one."

"The scrolls left behind are all so powerful." Meng Chuan marveled.

"Yes, it is clear that every painting is the enlightenment of Daoist Shanwu from different aspects, and even left behind in different periods." Master Poison Eye said, "Some paintings were created hundreds of millions of years apart, but now there are thirty-three paintings. Painting can still be like a whole."

"Hundreds of millions of years apart?" Meng Chuan was surprised. Although he knew the information about Huasheng Mountain, he really didn't know about it.

Master Poison Eyes nodded, "I admire Daoist Shanwu very much, so I have learned carefully that these paintings were created by Daoist Shanwu in different periods, and the last one was created more than 700 million years ago. Daoist Shanwu is still alive... Years ago, he showed up once in our universe, maybe one day he will show up again, leaving a thirty-fourth painting on the mountain."

Meng Chuan nodded.

The power of the Eight Tribulations Realm, although not truly eternal, can completely jump out of the long river of time, allowing them to easily live in different time periods, and even live in different universes.

Thinking about it, Meng Chuan was quite envious.

Daoist Shanwu appeared once more than three million years ago, and maybe the next time he will appear will be hundreds of millions of years later.

"Now there are eleven other practitioners who are watching the Holy Mountain of Painting here." Master Poison Eye smiled, "Practice here, don't disturb other practitioners, don't go out of a million miles, there are no other restrictions. "

"I will always remember it," Meng Chuan said.

Master Poison Eye nodded and smiled, then flew into the distance, and landed in a cave that covers an area of ​​two or three miles, where he has been studying for a long time.

Meng Chuan was not in a hurry to set up the cave, but first watched the Holy Painting Mountain.

"Let's take a rough look first."

Meng Chuan glanced at the whole picture just now. Although he felt suffocated and oppressed, he was still attracted by one of them.

"The painting with Hundong as the core." Meng Chuan looked at this painting, and the Hundong lineage is also the one he has learned the most.

This "Mixed Cave Map" has a range of more than 8,000 miles. The painting is very complicated, and the traces of the strokes of the painting are clearly visible. It is obvious that the painting is on the plane of the mountain wall, but Meng Chuan has seen different spatial levels. He is now able to It perceives all the spatial layers, and this painting affects all the spatial layers, and it is the mysterious painting of super multi-layered structure.

Sensing from the spatial level, it is as if seeing a real dark chaotic hole, which is constantly rotating and devouring.

If viewed from a plane, there are countless dark and cold traces of painting, like countless tadpoles covering a range of more than 8,000 miles converging towards the center.

"Look at other paintings." Although Meng Chuan had a strong urge, he was not in a hurry to comprehend, but looked at the next painting.

The next painting is a pair of huge eyes. From the countless traces of painting, it can be seen that Daoist Shanwu must have been painting for a long time.

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Every painting gave Meng Chuan a strong stimulus.

Painting is to look at the world from another angle, which is completely different from ordinary comprehension of the rules of time and space. Meng Chuan, who also likes painting, can also view the world from the perspective of painting, and can understand some of Shan Wu Daojun's thoughts when painting.

"Um?"

"This painting?" Meng Chuan only glanced at each painting. When he saw the twentieth painting, he couldn't help being taken aback.

Because all the previous paintings of Daoist Shanwu are very vast and complex, as if looking up at the endless starry sky, the number of brush strokes is in units of 100 million, and Meng Chuan can understand it. After all, those paintings all contain original rules, and some even have multiple original rules, and even time and space rules. Nature is complicated and mysterious.

But the twentieth painting in front of me is a very simple one.

Only six strokes.

The very random six strokes...naturally form a painting. This painting is very simple at first glance, but each stroke is infinitely mysterious, and the six strokes have derived countless mysteries.

"I feel that this painting is more difficult to comprehend." Meng Chuan, as a fellow painter, understands that it is easier to get started with complicated paintings, but the painting in front of him is much more difficult to understand.

"But this painting should go deeper into the essence." Meng Chuan looked at it carefully before turning his head to look again.

Thirty-three paintings, thirty-two are extremely complicated paintings, and there is only one simple painting.

These paintings draw each other to form a perfect whole.

"Take your time." Meng Chuan was not in a hurry, and landed at the foot of the wall of the Holy Painting Mountain, and waved his hands to set up an ordinary cave house covering an area of ​​one or two miles. This is where he will stay for his next practice.

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