Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

"Holy Master!"

"How is that possible?"

"You are despicable and actually designed to frame me. Why didn't you reveal your identity as a Holy Master earlier?"

The book writer's eyes widened, his face was ferocious, and he roared hysterically.

Holy Master!

Since the birth of all the worlds, there has never been a sage master in the art of calligraphy. If he knew that Wang Xizhi was a sage master of calligraphy, he would definitely not dare to discuss the art with him.

Not to mention making the so-called Dao Heart Oath!

"Framing you? If you are honest, can I harm you? In the end, you have harmed yourself. You have forgotten that the fundamental of a scholar is to trust others!"

Wang Xizhi said calmly.

The reason why he hid his secret was because he was afraid that he would not admit his credit when he wrote the book.

But I didn't expect that in order to win, Shu Shu would be stupid enough to make a vow of Taoism.

boom!

At this time, the nebula accumulated and rolled continuously, and a supreme and lawless will descended.

Everyone's hearts trembled.

The will of the heavens appears!

Next breath.

A force of heavenly punishment containing endless destruction fell and struck towards the writing of the book.

"No!"

As he wrote the book, his eyes shrank sharply, and amid a burst of desperate wailing, his Taoist heart was wiped out by the power of heaven's punishment, and he became a useless person.

After losing his cultivation, Shu's writing quickly aged, and his white hair fell out. Within a few breaths, he turned into a rotting corpse, and then disappeared into ashes.

In this way, a calligraphy master died under his own "smartness".

The world is silent.

Neither the martial artists who were watching nor the hundreds of millions of disciples in the literary world expected such a result.

The book is written!

He was a giant in the art of calligraphy. In the field of literature, there were few beings who were stronger than him.

But now.

Not only lost the game.

He also lost his life.

"master!"

Shu Wuyi was dumbfounded. Looking at the dissipated corpse, images of the past came to mind. The two thousand years of master-disciple relationship, now the yin and yang are separated?

And the initiator of all this is the Great Qin Immortal Court.

"Wang Xizhi, you and I are irreconcilable!"

Endless sadness and anger almost overwhelmed Shu Wuyi's mind, his eyes were scarlet, and he roared with gritted teeth.

Those eyes were like a bloodthirsty hungry wolf.

"not good!"

In the literary world, many college deans were frightened and hurried away.

But there was someone who was faster than them, and that was Wang Xizhi. With a wave of his writing pen, a beam of literary light shot out, and Shu Wuyi's body and head were separated.

"you"

Several college deans looked at Shu Wuyi's body and pointed at Wang Xizhi, full of anger.

"A brainless person is still worthy of your protection?"

Wang Xizhi said calmly.

He is a scholar, but he is also bloody, so he will not let his enemies grow up.

The only way is to eliminate the roots.

I will be able to sleep soundly from now on.

"well!"

"Everyone, please step back!"

At this time, a long voice came from the literary world.

In the Wen Gong Lake Pavilion, the literary scholar shook his head. He was not disappointed with the failure of discussing Taoism, but was disappointed with the writing and writing of the book.

How can a person win if he refuses to admit defeat?

In the starry sky, several college deans were startled and said unwillingly: "Dean, he killed Shu Wuyi."

"Back off!"

The voice came out again, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

The dean of the academy opened his mouth slightly, but did not dare to object. He raised his hands and saluted, "Yes, dean!"

After that, he picked up Shu Wuyi's body and left dejectedly.

"Dean?"

Wang Xizhi's eyes moved and he looked toward the literary world. Through time and space, he saw an old man fishing. He couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth. It seemed that there were some sensible people out there!

“Let’s talk about painting again!”

On the mainland of Wen Zhi, Gui Guzi said to Wu Daozi.

Wu Daozi nodded and walked to the world's sky, with his hands on his back and his talent lingering, no less than Wang Xizhi.

"I am Wu Daozi, and I paint Taoism. Who will discuss Taoism?"

Wu Daozi shouted loudly.

The loud voice reverberated throughout the heavens and fell into the ears of countless disciples of the art academy.

"I'll discuss it!"

The great elder of the painting academy broke out of the sky and stood on the world's sky.

"Okay, I'll draw a picture. If you can point out the shortcomings, I lose!"

Wu Daozi didn't waste any time, he took out his brush, used ink as the method of painting, and started to paint the prosperous scene with the stars in the sky as the background.

A single stroke becomes a mountain!

Two strokes down, that’s the region!

With three strokes, there are countless living beings!

Four strokes down, which is a borderless boundary.

With every stroke, there will be endless changes, adding countless scenery.

At the beginning, everyone still couldn't figure out what Wu Daozi was drawing, but gradually, a trace of shock appeared on everyone's face.

"Second Heaven!"

When Wu Daozi finished his tenth stroke, the second heaven of all heavens and realms appeared in the painting.

The billions of stars in the painting complement each other with the endless galaxies in the eighth heaven, making them look extremely dreamy. They are clearly in the painting, but they seem to be real.

As a result, many people with weak Taoist minds think that the second heaven and the eighth heaven coincide.

"Is this meant to draw the universe?"

The boy in rough clothes stopped reading. He looked straight at Wu Daozi and murmured to himself: "There are some monsters in this Daqin Immortal Court! In addition to a calligraphy master, there is also a painting master!"

"Little book, little book!"

"You said that I am destined, but I am not as good as Qin Wudao. Are you trying to fool me?"

The boy in rough clothes kept complaining, but there was a smile on his face.

The strangest thing was that his voice didn't come out, not even the people standing next to him heard it.

The ancient books shone with golden light, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

On the world of literary world, Wu Daozi did not stop writing and wrote eleven strokes.

With this stroke, the third heaven was drawn!

"Hey, he wants to paint the heavens and the world?"

Many onlookers, who were thinking fast, finally reacted, took a breath of cold air, felt their scalps explode, and were extremely horrified.

How dare he?

But then, they showed a hint of expectation.

From ancient times to the present, there has never been a painter who dared to paint the universe. Because he could not bear the cause and effect, he would explode and die.

During the chaotic ancient era, there was a master painter in the ancient demon court who wanted to draw the whole world into a map and use it as a map to facilitate military operations.

But just halfway through the painting, the painter bled to death from his orifices.

From now on.

Together with the painters, the principle of three no-paintings emerges.

One does not draw all the heavens and all the realms.

Second, don’t draw the Three Thousand Avenues.

Three do not draw the supreme saint.

"Will he succeed?"

"If I can succeed, no matter if there are any flaws, I will be willing to admit defeat!"

Even the great elder of the painting academy looked at Wu Daozi expectantly.

He is a relatively pure painter who focuses on painting. When he was young, he also made a great wish to paint the heavens and the world for people all over the world to observe.

But as his realm improved, he became more and more aware of the vastness of the universe, which could not be contained in a single painting.

What he cannot accomplish by himself, he can only rely on others to do it.

Therefore, after seeing Wu Daozi's paintings of the heavens and the world, he had no other negative emotions except joy and expectation.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.

The twelfth stroke fell, and the fourth heaven was drawn.

Then came the thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth strokes.