I’m Really a Villain

When this golden light melted into his body, Chu Yang felt his mind clear for a while. In his consciousness, the piece of paper turned into a golden light, and then a map was drawn.

All the information about the map flooded into his memory.

After a long time, Chu Yang slowly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed across them, and he muttered to himself, "The Yang Pearl of Wangchen Pearl."

"Little Yangzi, what did you get?" Old Man Samsara asked curiously.

"A map about the Yangzhu of Wangchen Pearl," Chu Yang replied excitedly, "This map was left by Emperor Wangchen.

After carrying the destiny back then, he wanted to find another yin bead, but he didn't get any news after searching for a long time.

After he became the great emperor, this yang bead was of little use to him. Before he ascended, he put the yang bead in one place.

I hope that one day those who are destined to get the Yin Bead can gather together the Yin Yang Wang Chen Bead, and this map is the road map to the hidden place of the Yang Bead. "

"Is this all recorded on this piece of paper?" Old Man Samsara asked.

"Yes, teacher, as long as you get the Yang bead, the threat of the Yin bead can be eliminated," Chu Yang replied with a smile.

"Not only that, but you can also master the Yin-Yang Dao and soar into the sky," the old man of reincarnation said with a smile, "Wang Chenzhu is the fourth existence in the world's wonder list."

"It's not too late, teacher, I'm going to look for Yang Zhu now," Chu Yang said with a smile.

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Directly in front of the painting palace, the gate to enter it turned out to be a painting.

In this painting, there is a gentle breeze, and a few willows are swaying with the breeze. The endless river has no end in sight, and several fishing boats are floating on the sparkling river.

On the shore not far from the fishing boat, there is a small hut in the green water and green mountains.

There are two big red lanterns hanging in front of the house, and the door of the house is half covered.

It was such an extremely realistic painting. When Xu Zimo put his hand on the wooden door, he saw the light of the lantern in the painting flickering. His eyes went dark and he lost consciousness for a moment.

All the people who entered the painting palace behind them used this method.

When Xu Zimo woke up, he found himself in a plain wilderness.

There was no one around, Xu Zimo looked around and thought about it.

The test of this painting palace is divided into four levels, as long as you fail once, you will be directly expelled from the painting palace.

Not long after Xu Zimo left, he saw a dense maple forest in front of him.

"Please find the only real maple leaf in these maple forests within a quarter of an hour."

A majestic sound suddenly came from the sky, and the sound seemed to explode in my ears.

Xu Zimo raised his head slightly. There were at least hundreds of maple trees in this maple forest, and each maple tree had at least a thousand leaves.

Among the tens of thousands of maple leaves, only one is real, and it is hard to imagine how hard it is to find it.

Xu Zimo took a deep breath, he knew the meaning of this test.

The painter has reached the highest level, and has been able to turn the objects in the painting into reality, just like painting is ruthless.

But no matter how superb your drawing skills are, there is still an essential gap between the objects it transforms and the real ones.

After all, creation is a matter of heaven and earth, and all kinds of fate, causality, longevity cultivation, and the most complicated and complicated structure of the human body involved are unimaginable.

A painter is still unable to complete the feat of creation. At best, they can only imitate the heaven and the earth and paint fakes.

In this huge maple forest, except for a maple leaf that grows independently between the sky and the earth, everything else is drawn.

The purpose of painting ruthless layout is to allow every painter who accepts his inheritance to be able to distinguish the difference between reality and painting.

Instead of indulging in the illusion of painting and calligraphy.

Xu Zimo slowly closed his eyes, the World Orb was very important to him, and he didn't want to waste any more time.

Eyes can sometimes deceive you. To find out the real maple leaf, you must rely on the eyes of your heart.

He let go of his thoughts, threw out all distracting thoughts, and put himself in an ethereal state.

Xu Zimo slowly operated the "Only My Great Freedom" he had practiced, and his mind was still very impetuous at the beginning.

But as time passed little by little, Xu Zimo felt a silence around his ears, as if the whole world had been stopped.

I am alone in the endless loneliness, and the vision in front of me is also dark.

Suddenly, he heard some different sounds. There seemed to be a breeze blowing around, and the maple leaves were rustled by the breeze.

Xu Zimo just walked through the maple forest with his eyes closed, and the sound of countless maple leaves shaking became more and more clear in his ears.

He listened carefully to the sound of the maple leaves swaying as he walked forward.

After walking for a long time, his footsteps suddenly stopped beside a maple tree.

He slowly stretched out his left hand, groped among the dense maple leaves for a while, and finally picked off one of the maple leaves.

Only then did Xu Zimo open his eyes, looking at the maple leaf in his hand, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When he held the maple leaf in his hand, Xu Zimo found that the entire maple forest he was in began to shake.

The originally extremely real maple tree turned into a painting at this moment, slowly falling in front of Xu Zimo.

The maple forest disappeared, and Xu Zimo found himself back on the plain again.

He put the maple tree painting in front of him into the ring, and then moved on.

The further you go, the higher the temperature, and the weather that was originally a spring breeze has become hotter.

Not long after Xu Zimo left, his mouth felt parched, and the scorching sun was scorching the earth, as if he wanted to scatter all his light and heat.

He looked up at the sky, only to see two suns appeared in the originally calm sky.

Under the scorching heat of the two suns, dry cracks appeared on the entire earth.

Xu Zimo continued to walk forward, and a small village appeared in front of him.

"It's finally here," he wiped the sweat from his brow, and let out a long breath.

At the entrance of the village, several children wearing hats were shooting towards the sun in the sky with bows and arrows.

But bows and arrows will fall down if they are shot more than ten meters away. It is simply delusional to use these bows and arrows to shoot the sun down.

But Xu Zimo knew that the test of this test was imagination, and as a painter, imagination was essential.

"Kids, what are you doing?" Xu Zimo stepped forward and asked with a smile.

"We are shooting the sun, the weather is too hot, so we want to shoot a sun, it should be cooler," one of the children replied in a childish voice.

"Little friend, you will never be able to hit the sun with this method," Xu Zimo shook his head and smiled.

"Big brother, can you do it?" the child asked curiously.