The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"How is it possible, is that true? They can see us?" Mo Yuxi said in surprise.

"Creating spirits? No wonder Mr. Wenruo is unwilling to paint. It turns out that his paintings have reached this level. The characters in the paintings are endowed with simple spirituality, creating spirits?" Yan Chuan looked towards Mr. Wenruo lamented .

The great sadness swept across the square, and the catastrophe infected all the cultivators. One by one looked at Mr. Wenruo’s painting in horror and sadness. Some even cried and looked at the disaster of the person in the painting. It's hard to control it for a while.

Sima Yuntian looked at in surprise: "Chuang Ling? Wenruo, you really opened my eyes to me. In just a few hundred years, you actually reached this level?"

Wenruo dropped the pen, tears fell in his eyes, and he was obviously infected by his own painting.

Below, Meng Ziqiu looked silently.

"Sect Master, your son, really good, just paint one way, I'm better off, create a spirit? No one has done this step in Julu Academy for many generations!" A great sage exclaimed. .

Meng Ziqiu frowned at the stage.

On the stage, Sima Yuntian looked at the chessboard again.

"Mr. Yi, in this game of chess, you can't help me, and I can't help you. If this goes on, it will only drag on for a long time. How about a draw?" Sima Yuntian seriously said.

Yi Feng looked at the chessboard, and then at Sima Yuntian, and finally nodded and said: "Okay!"

This game of chess is indeed stiff, of course, it was Yi Feng intentionally. Stiff, because Yi Feng knows that he has too little contact with the cultivation world, and he has seen too little of the world. He wants to defeat Sima Yuntian, almost impossible, so he has taken a deadly move! Drag Sima Yuntian, it's leveled after all!

Tie?

all around Unexpected expression was cast by countless repairers. However, looking at the chessboard on the fighting platform, everyone is nodded, and the two players' chess power is no longer what everyone can evaluate.

Yi Feng walked back to Yan Chuan.

"King, draw!" Yi Feng smiled wryly.

"Good job! Your vision is too narrow. Even so, you can draw a tie. No matter how wide your vision is in the future, Sima Yuntian will definitely not be your opponent!" Yan Chuan nodded.

"Yes!" Yi Feng nodded, with confidence in his eyes.

This is Yi Feng's field. I never think I will lose to anyone, Sima Yuntian, I will definitely defeat him in the future!

The chess game was tied, and Sima Yuntian also looked towards Mr. Wenruo's painting.

The great sadness swept across the square, and everyone was infected by this painting, so that even after the chess game was over, there was not much discussion about all around, and they were all immersed in the sad and desperate atmosphere. in.

Sima Yuntian didn't say much, and walked to his easel.

Grab a pot of ink and pour it on the scroll!

"bang!"

The painter suddenly appeared a large area of ​​pitch black.

Sima Yuntian's brush moves quickly, as if he had already thought about it in his heart, and he continued to draw quickly.

"hong long long!"

In Sima Yuntian's paintings, there are bursts of muffled noise. It is natural to be able to teach a genius like Wenruo, and his painting power is naturally shocking.

Everyone watched quietly, 5 minutes, time it takes to burn two sticks of incense, three sticks of incense, one hour!

Finally, the form of Sima Yuntian's painting is revealed.

A black cloud covering the sky, in the dark cloud, the lightning is shining, and the thunder and lightning are gathered into strips of thunder-like Divine Dragon, shuttled in the dark cloud.

“bang! ”“bang! ”“bang! ”………………

In the picture scroll, there are loud noises, like the sound of thunder, knocking on all In people's hearts, everyone is shocked and quickly returns from the great sadness and desolation.

"Go!" Sima Yuntian's last stroke fell.