The First Cause of All Realms

"South Ridge..."

Under the towering old trees, the Taoist Bibi slowly raised his head, his gaze seemed to have crossed the mountain top and passed through the clouds.

A pair of deep eyes, like the sun and the moon hanging in the sky, overlooking the mountains and rivers in the painting.

Hoo~

Among the ink-colored mountains and forests, the Taoist priest closed his eyes:

"Really, the capital of the emperor!"

The current battle kept churning in his heart, making his heart throbbing, even terrifying!

On that day, the three of them witnessed the three-foot Taoist Feijian Wugong with their own eyes. Their hearts were shaken. They were ready to disperse and make other plans, but they didn't want Nanling to kill him suddenly.

Then, it was the horror that made him feel palpitations when he recalled it at this moment.

During the hundreds of years of being on the gold list of the ten capitals, the three of them have already practiced all the supernatural powers to the sixth level, and they even have hidden magic weapons and secret techniques.

For more than a month, all his anger has been drained, and at this moment, he even hated himself.

As if smelling such a breath, Tan Zhifu, who was in a deep sleep, suddenly woke up.

I hated myself for why I took the initiative to invite Ying to go to the Yintian Palace, why I went alone, and even hated myself for choosing Samadhi True Fire...

And he only had time to hide in that pair of scrolls...

"He, he's coming again?!"

【Ink Landscape】

but…

I saw the ink droplets rippling, or turning into ink dragons, or into tigers, leopards, wealth wolves, or into flying swords... soaring into the sky mightily!

But the quality is far more than that.

Whether it's supernatural powers, painting skills or materials, Xu Shengyang's picture of the clear water and cold pool is far superior.

But in essence, the two are not the same, both are the creations of the 'great supernatural powers', the difference lies only in the realm of practice of the painter.

boom!

The more than 80 drops of blood he shed were all quenched from his whole body, which connected with his mind.

The Daoist of the Brush came to his senses, but he was also powerless, most of the ink evaporated, and the whole scroll was almost golden.

"Okay, good, good..."

Finally, with another loud bang, Bi Daoist, who was already heavily injured, finally fell into the golden light.

But he didn't even have the intention to refute. With a flick of his fingers, the 'Kaleidoscopic' blood, tempered by three real fires, has fallen from the void and entered this landscape painting.

"South Ridge!"

"Nan, Nanling! If you have the guts, kill the uncle, kill the uncle!"

And these three steps, without exception, all start with blood!

【Abilities of receiving things, escaping, wishing to be big or small, avoiding calamity, repelling disasters, refining Taoist soldiers...】

hum!

boom!

When it comes to grades, the picture of the clear water and cold pool has withstood the baptism of the years, and it is no longer what it used to be, and it is much inferior to this ink-colored landscape painting.

hum!

After a month of training, the ever-changing blood has accumulated to more than 30 drops.

Flowers and grass forests, birds, beasts, fish and insects, swords and halberds, dragons, tigers, eagles and elephants...

With a long howl, the entire ink painting mountain forest collapsed, cracked, and even disintegrated!

Yang Ju pulled out the mist under the scroll, and above Tongyou, the true face of the landscape painting had emerged.

Its ferocity makes people doubt whether it can really break through the picture scroll and enter the world!

But even so, the cholera eagle was still punched into a pulp, and the chilling boy escaped from its shell.

Boom!

"This is not ink! This is, blood?!"

At this moment, his control over the picture scroll completely disappeared, and the magic weapon changed hands!

hum!

An unwilling roar disappeared completely when the scroll was closed.

"If you want to change as you want, what I know can't be just the surface. If it's a person, you have to see its god; if it's a thing, you have to see its root..."

Seeing this scene, Daoist Bi was almost dumbfounded, but soon he turned himself into a

There was a long howl.

In just a few moments before and after, under Yang Ju's gaze, this ink painting scroll has become a black ocean.

Yang Ju was very nervous, even talking about the technique and quality of the two paintings in his heart, but the Taoist under the ancient tree was incomparably tormented:

"Nanling kid, do you really think I'm scared?!"

Inside the ethnographic bag, Yang Jue's eyes flickered, and he took out this picture of the 'clear water and cold pool' obtained from the five internal organs recipe.

With his current cultivation background, although he has just been promoted to a human immortal, he is still at the first step of a human immortal, and he is derived from flesh and blood.

"Fellow Daoist Nanling!"

In the violently turbulent black sea, Daoist Bi's eyes could not help shrinking, but he saw that there were many figures rushing out of this large golden light!

Roar!

…

The local tyrant of the pen tasted aggrieved and unwilling, but 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 his mana was suppressed by most.

But it was still about to collapse at a corner. If the three of them hadn't acted decisively to mobilize Sea of ​​Laws to promote Jiuyao, at this moment, the three of them would have been killed by a single punch with their joint efforts!

Then, the son of the demon king who had always been rebellious and fierce, the true preacher of the Wanyao Cave, trembled uncontrollably.

"Am I aggressive?"

It can be seen from a distance that those figures that look like gold are holding swords, knives, bare hands, or raising Fangtian's painted halberd...

boom!

Yang Jue knocked him out with a flick of his fingers, but his eyes never left the dripping 'Kaleidoscopic Blood'.

[Level: Jiuyao]

At this moment, in his induction, that drop of ever-changing blood moves according to his will, and can almost turn into everything in his cognition!

Open the sky with one painting!

"It's not difficult to want to die, but it's not now."

Yang Ju couldn't help but laugh.

Boom!

"Hokuto!"

Inside the race bag, Yang Jue watched the battle condescendingly, or in other words, felt the ever-changing realm through this battle.

All I could see was the darkness under the sky, and there seemed to be many big suns shining, and the brilliant golden light was infecting the ink mountain forest.

【Wenyangling Qi: 35689/95225】

Looking at it from afar, Yang Ju felt that the fragrance of ink and the stench of the beast's mouth were coming at the same time, but he didn't move, just watched coldly.

Yang Ju closed his eyes and stood still.

And that man of the pen, standing under the black ocean, danced wildly with his arm-thin pen in his palm, setting off thousands of waves of ink soaring into the sky.

hold head high!

The ink color collided with the golden light, and since they were both complete again, the writer of the brush staggered back, seeing the ink evaporate, and the golden light was the same as before, and he finally noticed something was wrong.

As for the seventh step of memorizing the scriptures, with his current background, there is no way to find out.

【Quality: Excellent】

In the sea of ​​hearts, the Big Dipper Dao Fruit burst forth like a tide of blood light, and the refining progress of this Dao Fruit was finally complete!

Set off a huge wave that is higher than the first, and turn it into countless killing methods, rushing up...

Hey!

Like a fierce tiger that had left its gate, with an aura of extreme death, it counterpressed and invaded the sea of ​​ink!

"Kaleidoscopic!"

Seeing the golden light billowing in, Daoist Bi finally gave up his luck. He stood up and let out a long roar, sound like an explosion:

[Evaluation: Dragon skin is paper, and the blood of ten thousand beasts is ink. Through the great supernatural power, it is a painting scroll that opens the sky with one painting. 】

And in fact, it is true!

It seems that as long as he can visualize it, he can change it, and it is not just a superficial appearance, but a divine form!

A seemingly absent buzzing sound echoed in the mountains and forests, and the Bi Daoist who was waiting for a response suddenly raised his head.

The three real fires really have the ability to turn decay into magic, allowing him to glimpse the realm of "ever-changing" through the "ruyi of size".

"Pindao has no enmity with you. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com At this time, the evil cholera old devil is dead, so why should he be aggressive?"

Even in its heyday

At that time, I didn't want to have any intersection with this person at all.

When a drop of ink almost splashed out of the scroll, the golden light that was suppressed by the ink color suddenly came into being.

At the beginning of martial arts, it starts with exchanging blood, and the way of immortality also has the process of exchanging blood.

"He will also 'open the sky with one drawing,?!'"

Feeling all the changes in the blood and writing them down one by one, Yang Jue looked at the ink painting again, and the ink color in it had been strangled to pieces.

It seems that someone poured ink like water, covering most of the scroll.

This process was supposed to be a long and tedious process, but Hong Fa'er's Three Real Fires made him see the hope of his rapid progress.

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