"I want to re-draw a map of mountains, rivers and the country!"

What Master Feng said made Yang Fanhai stunned. I don’t know what it meant. Mrs. Ziyi obviously didn’t expect it. She was stunned and said after a while: “Why?”

Master Feng asked back: "How did you draw a map of mountains, rivers and the country back then?"

The map of mountains, rivers, and country was painted by Ziyi... Yang Fanhai widened his eyes, held his breath, and his heart almost popped out. I am afraid that few practitioners in the world don’t know Nuwa, and few people don’t know the map of mountains, rivers, and country.

It was an innate treasure that shocked the world, with the greatest defense power of the world. It is said that once it is protected by the map of mountains, rivers, and country, the entire world, even the Taoist ancestors, could not break its defense. People all think that the map of mountains, rivers, and country was left by Pangu. Today, Yang Fanhai realized that the picture was actually painted by Ziyi.

No need to think too much, this must have happened in the last era. Not to mention what happened in the last era, but how can those who can draw maps of mountains, rivers and the country be ordinary? Even if the Ziyi clan is like this, what about Gongsun Xuanyuan?

He was confused, but it was difficult to ask questions. Yang Fanhai could only listen honestly.

Zi Yi's eyebrows were beating, as if they had been reminiscent of some memories. After a long time, he slowly said: "He said he liked that world, the mountains, the water, and the creatures in that world even more."

"I always hope that he can stop and never stop, so I thought that taking the world as a goal can allow him to rest at home with peace of mind. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Relatively speaking, he loved the people of the world more. Even if I helped him get the country, he could not stop his hasty steps."

"In order to draw a map of mountains, rivers and country, I have traveled to all the famous places in the world, seen all the scenery in the world, painted tens of millions, and finally accumulated into that one. If Qiuqiu is his child, the map of mountains, rivers and country is my child."

Master Feng nodded: "I understand that this picture cannot be drawn with more drawings, and it requires a corresponding state of mind. I have been drawing for many years, but unfortunately the difference is very different and it is useless, so I think of attracting you."

"What do you want to do?" asked Ziyi.

Master Feng thought about it and didn't say anything for a while. Yang Fanhai was puzzled in his heart. It was the first time he had seen Master Feng like this after so many years.

After a while of silence, Master Feng finally spoke again: "I have studied the map of mountains, rivers, and the country, and there are many things that I don't understand. Just talking is probably difficult to understand, so I hope you can draw it again on this kind of paper and use the mood of that year to draw it."

"This is probably a bit difficult!" Zi Yi shook his head: "Once the state of mind is over, it will be difficult to find it again."

Master Feng waved his hand: "It's okay, you can demonstrate it to me first. What I need to know is the law and Taoist rhyme."

Ziyi did not comment, but asked back: "Is this your request, or Pangu's?"

"Pangu!" Master Feng replied: "There is not much time. When the era of chaos comes, the world needs a last shelter. The map of mountains, rivers and country is the most suitable place, so I must make it more perfect."

"Since it's his request, there's no problem!" Zi Yi nodded and then asked again: "But I have another thing, can I ask, can reincarnation be controlled?"

"Yes!" Master Feng nodded: "As far as I know, Pangu and the Reincarnation Pen must have reached an agreement, so they manipulated the reincarnation of some people..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ziyi and asked anxiously: "For example, Jiuli, Xuanyuan..."

"Yes!" Master Feng nodded and said, "It's not just them, but even the Donghuang Taiyi was deliberately controlled by Pangu."

"Why do you need this?" Ziyi asked in confusion: "I look at the general trend of the world. Sooner or later, the human race and the immortal race will fight. How can Xuanyuan choose between them? The demon race and the witch race are as deep as the sea. Jiuli, the former demon emperor, wants to lead the witch race. What is Pangu trying to do?"

Master Feng sighed: "The former Immortal Emperor has become the future Emperor of the human race, and the former Demon Emperor has become the current witch clan leader. In fact, it is not just them. Daozu Hongjun was originally a war clan, but he was reborn as an immortal clan."

"There is also Pangu himself who killed three corpses, one of which is the body of the immortals and the other is the body of the demons. He himself should come back as a human. What he hopes is nothing more than to make the bloodlines of each race intertwined and closely related, and to reduce hatred between races in this way."

"After all, if one day a real enemy comes, all races should actually be allies. Unfortunately, if no one points out this truth, almost no one can understand it, the war will continue, and some people even begin to covet the world, intending to control the world through the Taoist ancestor Hongjun."

Zi Yi nodded: "I understand!"

Master Feng whispered again: "It is not a good thing to affect reincarnation, so Pangu should have done some of it. There are still some things that have not been completed yet. After completing them, reincarnation will not be affected by anyone. In this way, the world can be stable."

"Don't worry!" Ziyi smiled slightly: "As long as he does not die, I will not be interested in affecting the cycle of reincarnation, but if he dies, what does the world have to do with me? It will save trouble only if I die."

This woman...is simply a devil... Yang Fanhai sighed in his heart and couldn't help but shake his head.

Master Feng just smiled and didn't say anything, as if he had already expected the answer.

Zi Yi didn't ask any more questions, took a few steps forward, held the brush in his hand, stared at the white paper, and did not take action for a long time.

Master Feng pulled Yang Fanhai down and faced the blank paper, and said softly: "Look carefully, it is rare to have the opportunity. How much can you understand? Remember not to force it or speak."

As soon as the words came to an end, the place where the black man finally raised his hand and drew the first stroke.

An indescribable force condensed in the hands of Ziyi, silently and without any signs, but it made Yang Fanhai feel the trembling of his soul. It seemed that it was a force that made the heaven and earth tremble, which was more terrifying than the devouring evil spirit he used.

While I was still confused, the pen tip had fallen on the white paper. There was no ink, only water marks, but it seemed like it was carved with a knife.

Just a point suddenly became like the collapse of the sky and came towards him. Yang Fanhai only felt a buzzing sound in his mind, and a flash in front of him, and he saw an extremely huge mountain appearing in front of him.

Standing up to the sky and land, with a land area of ​​billions of miles. Yang Fanhai believed that he had never seen this mountain before, but he seemed to be talking and telling him in his mind, and he immediately knew the name of the mountain: Sumi.

I saw the pen turning and heading north. A huge wasteland spread to the horizon, as if it had no end and boundless. A mountain rose from the ground on the wasteland, named after the pillar of heaven. Although it was not as majestic as Mount Sumeru, it had an indescribable power that made people want to worship.

The pen tip turns again and goes south. Outside the wasteland, a mountain range is like a green dragon in the earth, running across the continent, called Kunshan.

There is a gap in the ground, called Jiuyuan, which is deep and unsightly, just like the entrance to the world of death.

The barbarian forest is boundless, with floating shadows and thousands of beasts roaring together, and it is named after this.

There is also Yunmengze, the mountain of evil, the sea of ​​blood surging, and the Jedi of death. In the twisting of the pen, a huge land has taken shape.

The northern wilderness of the barbarian land, the eastern extreme Xuanzhou, the southern forest demon world, the northwest Buddha country, the central Shenzhou, the evil cultivation world, Fengdu City... Yang Fanhai has never seen one by one before, but he doesn't know how he knew that it slowly appeared under the pen tip and appeared on the paper.

Where are these places... Yang Fanhai was stunned and thought for a long time, and was as blessed as his heart. He suddenly jumped in his heart and thought of something: it was the last era, the destroyed world.

The map of mountains, rivers and country was written by the Ziyi clan, but the mountains, rivers and country inside were not nine provinces or prehistoric lands, but this continent named after the wilderness.

The outline was first revealed, but Ziyi did not stop there, nor was he happy, but became more serious.

It is very simple to create a mold, but it is difficult to create a world. It is easy to rocks, plants and trees, and there are also creatures in the world.

The pen in Ziyi's hand moved slowly, like a beautiful elf jumping on paper, dancing and flying, grass, trees, leaves, even dust, rain, dew, morning light...

Time passed little by little, as if millions of years were coming, and it seemed that in a moment, Yang Fanhai was fascinated by the sight and motionless. At this moment, Zi Yi was not only painting, but also creating a world.

It is extremely simple but also complicated, just like the yin and yang circling and evolving all things, there is an indescribable mystery. At this moment, the Ziyi clan is like Pangu who created the world, which makes people respect it.

Walking along the strokes, Yang Fanhai temporarily forgot everything about himself and just wanted to explore more things with the footsteps of the rhyme.

Looking at the evolution of a world, this may not allow him to achieve a qualitative improvement in his strength in a short period of time, but it can be unimaginable to his future practice.

After the strokes turned and outlined a scorching sun and a bright moon in the sky, Ziyi finally stopped. There was still no trace on the white paper, but there was an indescribable divine light of Taoism, flashing with a mysterious light.

Without thinking too much, this piece of paper may have become a treasure. It is just an ordinary pen, ordinary paper, and some water that can be made into a treasure without even tempering. The cultivation level of the Ziyi clan is terrifying.

Yang Fanhai was amazed, but Zi Yi shook his head without feeling very satisfied: "The mood is different, and the effect is also different. The mountains and rivers are there, but there is no rhythm of the country."

"This is not the key!" Master Feng shook his head: "I can also draw a painting of this level. Although it is mysterious, you can tell with a little sense of emotion that it is still connected to this world and cannot be independent."

Zi Yi's eyebrows moved slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"

Master Feng stared at the white paper for a moment, and said slowly with a solemn look on his face.
Chapter completed!