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Each Secret Realm represents a different meaning.

It is not an easy task for many painters to understand the meaning of the shadow in front of them.

Especially in a place like the Holy Land.

There is sufficient spiritual power, which makes it difficult to develop a career as a painter.

Once someone becomes a painter, they may be restricted by practitioners to painting in one place for the rest of their lives.

For these practitioners, a hundred years to survive is just one time of retreat.

But for these painters, it is a lifetime.

So many people don’t want to be painters.

Only in certain families can this kind of sub-profession be specially cultivated.

It's just that the price for letting them take action is not small.

Jiang Chuan completed the painting with just a few strokes.

To enter the distribution center, you have to step on the connected building boats to enter the Secret Realm.

As a result, he was blocked outside.

"What do you want to do, kid?"

"I wonder if this will affect the painter's painting."

"Go and stay in the back."

Jiang Chuan raised the painting in his hand.

"I want to go in."

The gatekeeper was obviously stunned.

I haven't heard of any new paintings appearing recently.

Where did this kid get this thing?

Could it be that it was the same as the time a month ago, that they were all living outside before?

When I thought about it, I suddenly became enlightened.

But the moment he saw this painting, his expression couldn't help but froze.

"Fuck! Do you think I'm a fool! Don't tell me that you can open the Secret Realm with this garbage!"

His loud shouting immediately attracted the attention of many painters around him.

Several elderly men came over.

When I saw the outline drawing, I couldn't help but smile.

"Young man. Do you think this is a painting?"

“Whose painting looks like this?”

"Not to mention you want to use it to open the Secret Realm. This is outrageous."

Jiang Chuan glanced at this mortal.

"Why, I thought that after two more years of food, I would feel awesome."

"Or are you drawing a lot of paintings here that can open the Secret Realm?"

These words choked the old man half to death.

Don't look at his age.

In fact, I haven't drawn one yet.

But the other old guy was stroking his beard and pretending to be awesome.

"I have been painting here for more than fifty years."

"Not to mention more, at least three have been drawn."

As he spoke, he pointed at his paintings.

"This rubbish work of yours is nothing like a painting. If it can open the Secret Realm, I will eat it!"

Several other painters also followed suit.

They all set flags here.

Jiang Chuan likes this kind of person.

A trace of spiritual power was injected into the painting, and he held the painting paper between his two fingers and shot directly towards the Secret Realm.

We have just approached the entrance to the illusory Secret Realm.

The painting seemed to be pulled by some force, slowing down its approach.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the painting merged with the Secret Realm.

The illusory Secret Realm enters reality.

This scene immediately attracted a large number of cultivators around him.

"Haha, it's finally opened again."

"Don't stop me. I want to be the first to go in."

"The Spirit Stone is mine."

"Bah, don't even think about stopping me from digging the Spirit Stone mine!"

A crowd of people poured in.

Jiang Chuan also roughly understood what was in this Secret Realm from their conversation.

Spirit Stone Mine.

That would explain why these guys were so excited.

He looked at the old guys who had set flags just now.

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"What are you waiting for?"

The old man looked stunned. He never expected that this thing could actually open the Secret Realm.

That's outrageous.

If I had known what nonsense I was talking about, I would be fine now.

Cold sweat broke out on everyone's forehead.

I glanced at the brush in my hand and didn't know what to do.

Seeing their appearance, Jiang Chuan raised his hand and shot out a stream of spiritual power.

The old man who jumped out first just now was directly blasted into blood mist.

He looked at the other people with cold eyes.

"Are you going to eat it yourself, or should I send you on your way?"

Several old men were startled.

I didn't expect this guy to be so cruel.

If they don't agree with each other, they will do something evil.

"You! You can't kill us! We are painters! We are protected."

He said and looked at the guard on the side.

"What are you looking at? Didn't you see that he wanted to kill us?"

But the man bowed his hands in salute, showing no trace of his previous arrogance.

"I've met senior."

The blow just now explained everything.

This is not something that Martial Saint can do.

The person in front of me is definitely a master of the Yin Yuan Realm.

If you commit suicide in front of such a senior and leave a whole body, it is because your ancestors smoked it.

Several painters were stunned.

Even cultivators have to say "seniors", so what do they mean?

Jiang Chuan didn't even glance at the miscellaneous fish next to him.

He looked at these people with cold eyes.

"Give you three breaths to give me a reason not to kill you. Otherwise, die."

All the old men were so frightened that their expressions changed.

In front of such a big boss, they are no different from ants.

One of them gritted his teeth and took out a wooden box from his arms.

"Senior, this is passed down from my ancestors. Please don't dislike it."

Motivated by spiritual power, the wooden box was sucked into his hand.

Wrapped in spiritual power, when he opened the box, he saw a green mist spreading out.

Jiang Chuan raised his eyebrows, an interesting little trick.

In the horrified eyes of several people, he threw the ball of gas back in front of several people.

With a few splashes, they all died from the poison.

If you want to use this kind of thing to deal with a cultivator in the Yin Yuan Realm, this brain circuit is really not ordinary.

He turned around and disappeared at the entrance of Secret Realm.

My eyes suddenly opened up, and it was no longer night.

Squint your eyes slightly and look forward.

This is the edge of a basin.

Surrounded by yellow sand and gravel, it looks desolate.

In the center of this basin, a huge stone mountain with a diameter of more than tens of kilometers stands towering over there.

Hundreds of cultivators were coming and going around, very busy.

But he found that there was something wrong with the expressions of these people.

Mining the Spirit Stone mine should be a joy, right?

Why do they all have such sad faces?

"I can't stand it anymore! Let me out! I don't want to continue mining here!"

"I will fight with you!"

A middle-aged man rushed forward like crazy.

The mining pickaxe in his hand turned into a stream of light and shot toward a person not far away.

Seeing the flying tools, the young man's face only showed disdain.

This happens all the time.

And they have only one solution.

A bolt of spiritual power was shot out, and the man who had just gone crazy and the mining pick he had shot were directly smashed into pieces and bloody mist under the whip of spiritual power.

When everyone around them saw this scene, they couldn't help but froze.

All of them looked astonished.

"You worthless fish, I've given you all the opportunities. If you want to run away, you can run away at any time, otherwise just keep digging for me."