The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"bang!"

Amidst the picture scroll, the sky suddenly billowed into darkness.

The black air soars into the sky and turns into a Heavenly Tribulation cloud. The robbery cloud is huge, and the endless thunder and lightning rolls in the robbery cloud.

"hong long long!"

It's as if Heavenly Might is pressing down, as if it's pressing into everyone's hearts.

"My Heavenly Tribulation, ah, my Heavenly Tribulation!" someone exclaimed.

"No, it's not yours, it's mine. This painting led me to Heavenly Tribulation?"

"Impossible, I am Qi Realm 4th Layer, how can I feel Heavenly Tribulation? ?"

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all around Sounds of horror.

Thunder will fall?

The vast Heavenly Might? A painting that fully shows Heavenly Might, oppressive, making countless cultivators lose their judgment.

The realm in the painting also seems to be out of the painting.

Although there is no painting of people and demons, it feels the same, and it almost breaks through the film and enters the real world.

"Is it another painting of Chuang Ling?" Mo Yuxi complexion changed.

At Meng Ziqiu, the great sages were silent for a while. All smiles bitterly.

Wenruo looked at his own paintings, and then at Sima Yuntian's paintings, and exclaimed for a while: "The teacher's paintings are always so powerful. With the word'Heavenly Tribulation' □ □ My'last days', students Admire it!"

Sima Yuntian shook his head and glanced at Wenruo deeply and said: "Heavenly Tribulation is not □□'The end of the world', it's just a court battle, no one has completely overwhelmed anyone, my misfortune The cloud has not disappeared, and your last days have not been pressed back into the painting. You and I are a draw!"

Wenruo looked at Sima Yuntian, and finally faintly smiled and said: "Okay!"

"A tie again?" Mo Yuxi frowned.

Yan Chuan nodded said: "Fighting painting is like a fighting situation. One side wins, and the illusion created by the other side's painting will be suppressed by fiercely. Now no one has any choice but to draw!"

"But!" Mo Yuxi frowned.

Yan Chuan shook his head, not worried.

On the bucket platform.

"In just a few hundred years, your paintings have been chasing after me. In painting, you are more talented than me! I already know that you were expelled from the gate of Julu Academy I can only regret you, I can do nothing!" Sima Yuntian breathes deeply.

"The teacher is interested!" Mr. Wenruo smiled slightly.

Speaking, Mr. Wenruo stepped off the platform.

"Yan Young Master, I can only do this step!" Wenruo said with a bitter smile.

"Enough!" Yan Chuan flashed a trace of confidence.

Speaking, Yan Chuan stepped onto the platform alone. step by step Go up, all around everyone cast their excited eyes.

Yan Chuan, Gathering Wang Zu, Wenruo, Yi Feng, all showed shocking power of literary and morality. As their leader, what will happen? Yan Chuan is the protagonist in the battle for Fengshen Strategy.

On the fighting platform, Yan Chuan looked towards Sima Yuntian with a sense of confidence.

Sima Yuntian, one win and two draws!

Yan Chuan, one lose and two draw!

Sima Yuntian cleared up his mood and looked towards Yan Chuan frowning.

"Qinqi, calligraphy and painting, you have already lost a game, tied two sentences, is the last game still meaningful?" Sima Yuntian said solemnly.

"There are still'books' left, and whoever laughs to the end is not sure!" Yan Chuan slightly smiled.

"Books? Haha, I am Sima Yuntian, piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, what I do best, in fact, it's just books!" Sima Yuntian said with a sneer.

"I will win!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

At this moment, Chen Ping suddenly called out a dísciple of Sima Yuntian.

"Joke, Yan Chuan, are you crazy? Qinqi, calligraphy and painting, four rounds, already like this, you have no chance to win at all, there is one round left, how do you win? You are impossible to win !" Chen Ping shouted.

Chen Ping called out everyone's heart, yes, the overall situation is set, how does Yan Chuan say such a thing? There is one game left, even if you win, it will only be a draw.

Yan Chuan look at Chen Ping, slightly smiled.

Sima Yuntian looked towards the smallest dísciple with a frown: "Is there anyone here for you to speak?"