The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2967 The Five Realms of Painting

The Wind River Cage formed by the Mist Butterfly is extremely powerful. Not to mention the Half Saint, even the ordinary Great Saint can hardly dissolve it.

But now, the Wind River Cage around Gu Xu can only be a very faint shadow, barely detectable.

"Hmph!" The little Mist Butterfly gently flapped the colorful wings behind it, and the Wind River Cage once again appeared clearly around Gu Xu.

A faint holy power flame emerged from Gu Xu's body, constantly resisting the power of the Wind River Cage.

His holy power was consumed at a very fast rate.

That was the power of Qifeng and Ruoshui, and it was the power of the Holy Dao.

Ao Zhou secretly glanced at Fang Yun, thinking repeatedly in his heart, if he ran away now, would he die miserably? If he didn't die miserably, he could run away. Anyway, according to this trend, he had to die in the hands of the two.

"You are finally willing to go all out." Fang Yun said slowly.

The volcanic land under Gu Xu's feet had completely collapsed due to the powerful battle. He stood in the void, looking at Fang Yun, motionless.

"Two quarters of an hour have passed." Gu Xu said coldly.

"Yes, two quarters of an hour have passed."

Fang Yun said, and released the jade again, but not the tenth level, but a full sixteen pieces of holy jade!

The sixteenth level of holy power resonated, forming a visible holy ocean, surging and roaring, together with all the power, suppressing Gu Xu.

Although Gu Xu's power was suppressed, he still straightened his chest and was fearless.

Rumble...

A slight roar sounded from behind him, and ten more semi-saint statues appeared at the entrance of the cave in the Thousand Saints Mountain, also emitting white light, connecting to the back of Gu Xu's head.

However, when Fang Yun took out a paper scroll, Gu Xu's aura was like adding fuel to the fire, and it suddenly surged. In the cave of the Thousand Saints Mountain, twenty semi-saint statues appeared again.

Forty semi-saint statues were connected to Gu Xu.

There seemed to be forty more white hairs behind Gu Xu's head.

Gu Xu's aura became extremely heavy and obscure.

Translucent blood-colored lotus flowers bloomed everywhere on his body surface and merged into the Great Saint's golden armor, becoming a powerful protective force.

On the desk, Ao Zhou was stunned.

Fang Yun's right arm turned into a green dragon, and Fang Yun's hand turned into a dragon's mouth, holding Zixia's brush. However, there was a white light in the dragon's eyes, as if there were no eyes.

Ao Zhou thought, isn't this the legendary five realms of painting? Fang Yun went to ancient times. Did he still have time to practice painting? The human race has five realms of calligraphy, but there has never been a five realm of painting. How powerful would this five realms of painting be?

A long scroll was spread in front of Fang Yun. Fang Yun started from the leftmost end, without dipping in ink, and the ink girl helped him to write directly.

Fang Yun's brush was moving very fast, and Zixia's brush and wrist seemed to become a shadow, but in the blink of an eye, a lifelike mountain appeared on the drawing paper.

Ao Zhou recognized it at a glance. This was Mount Tai, but it looked like a primitive mountain, without steps, pavilions, or traces of Fengshan.

Fang Yun moved his brush, and Mount Tai actually rose directly from the paper, and then jumped out of the paper. It was not a shadow, not transparent, but a complete two-foot-high mountain.

Mount Tai on the drawing paper was still there.

Fang Yun gently raised Qinglong's arm, and Qinglong's eyes suddenly flashed with a glimmer, and grew vivid eyes. Then Fang Yun pointed at the floating entity Mount Tai on the drawing paper and lightly tapped, and then continued to draw the next mountain.

Qinglong's eyes turned into white light again.

The moment Fang Yun pointed at Mount Tai, the scene of Mount Tai changed rapidly, with climbing stairs, resting pavilions, and even Fengshan places, exactly the same as Mount Tai now.

Afterwards, countless transparent figures appeared in Mount Tai, kneeling down to worship Mount Tai and offering sacrifices to Mount Tai.

The new Mount Tai flew high into the wind and disappeared in the sky in an instant.

Ao Zhou looked up and saw a huge black shadow in the sky a moment later.

A black shadow with a radius of hundreds of miles descended sharply, making a roar of movement, carrying layers of flames, and causing layers of space ripples.

Mount Tai was pressing down on him.

Gu Xu was not afraid at all. The fifth realm of the painting path might not be that strong, and let alone Mount Tai, even the entire Shengyuan Continent could be broken by one punch for him. What's more, this Mount Tai only caused space ripples, but did not break the void, so its power must be limited.

Gu Xu slowly waved his left arm, ready to push Mount Tai away, and then attack Fang Yun.

At the moment when his hand touched the bottom of Mount Tai, a crisp sound of bones breaking resounded through the sky.

Then, Ao Zhou found that the black shadow in front flashed, and Gu Xu was gone.

Ao Zhou hurriedly flew out of the desk and looked down. Only when the Holy Mind fell rapidly did he see that Gu Xu's left arm was broken alive, and his body was also hit by Mount Tai, falling rapidly, and continuous bone-breaking sounds came from his chest.

Mount Tai in the fifth realm of the Painting Dao is much heavier than the real Mount Tai, because it has the power of the ink woman and the old man.

What's more, in Fang Yun's literary world, the mountains are shining, especially the Kunlun Mountain in the literary world, which exudes vast power.

The ancestral home of the Ten Thousand Mountains, the master of the mountains.

Coupled with Fang Yun's strongest living beings in the Ten Thousand Worlds.

The weight of this Mount Tai in the fifth realm of the Painting Dao has exceeded that of the Shengyuan Continent by ten thousand times!

This painting is completely a super-powerful Holy Dao treasure.

There are very few Holy Dao treasures in the Ten Thousand Worlds, because they are particularly easy to damage, and they often rely on strength and impact to enhance their power, and they will break when they are smashed.

Fang Yun finished painting Mount Tai, then Mount Hua, the Western Peak, and then Mount Heng, the Southern Peak, Mount Song, Mount Lu, Mount Putuo, and so on, and even took the time to paint a very small old Taoshan.

All the peaks were the same. After they were painted, they flew out of the drawing paper, but the prototype was left on the drawing paper. At the same time, Fang Yun's finishing touch made them fly into the sky.

Boom...

When Fang Yun finished painting Mount Song, the Central Peak, a huge vibration sound came from below.

Gu Xu defeated Mount Tai.

"Fang Yun, I..."

A huge black shadow fell from the front, followed by Gu Xu's muffled groan.

Next, one after another huge mountain flew up from the drawing paper, and then fell continuously after becoming huge.

Jiao Sheng Ao Zhou had been looking out to watch the show, and suddenly felt a chill on his back and his body stiffened. Was Fang Yun going to attack him? Or was there a powerful enemy behind him?

Ao Zhou turned his head tremblingly, and saw the servile appearance of the Inkstone Turtle right in front of him. He was putting his tortoise legs on him, and they were like old friends.

Ao Zhou was extremely angry. He was a great Jiao Sheng, but was treated as a brother by a mere dead thing?

However, his anger soon dissipated, and he forced a fake smile.

Because Ao Zhou helplessly found that the true dragon aura on the Inkstone Turtle was even higher than him!

It formed a blood suppression!

Ao Zhou shouted in his heart that he was not as good as an inkstone!

The Inkstone Turtle smiled and patted Ao Zhou's shoulder, then also leaned down to look, and his eyebrows were flying.