In the name of mountains and rivers, the map of transforming the country is shining with the mysterious light, and the patterns of the painting are like flying dragons rising, and the breath and power are activated to an indescribable level of strangeness.

Wu Zidao looked decisive. It was not only a look of using the trump card under the box, but also a posture of dying together.

Although he is a rising star in the same era, his age is still different. He is more than a hundred years older than Chen Weiming and Ming Dao. He is from a famous family, has extraordinary knowledge, and has been traveling around the world for many years and knows more things than others.

Before endless ancient times, famous paintings in the world were named after mountains and rivers, and the map of transforming the country was to burn a vast land and cover the world.

The heart embraces the universe, swallows and spits the sun and the moon, the sky is high, and it turns into the sky.

All rivers return to the sea, mountains and rivers return to the end, vast and vast, and the earth is at its peak.

It was a strange painting that could only be described in words but could not be described in any way. Others hoped for its magic, but the painter wanted to see its essence.

However, before the Endless Ancient, no one could analyze one million, and after the Endless Ancient, no one could tell a little about it.

He practiced the Taoist pattern of painting, and his desire for famous paintings is like the expectation of wine by alcoholics. He has nowhere to get a point, and he can only rely on himself to understand and understand.

Traveling around the world, stepping on mountains and rivers, traveling around the continent and the sea, and seeing the magic of the world. However, the magic of the world is still undesirable, so I can only try to draw this incomplete scroll.

"Although this painting is incomplete, it is enough to seal any person in the Earth Immortal Realm!"

Wu Zidao said slowly, full of confidence.

The so-called artistic conception is to use imagination and spiritual power to deduce a mysterious thing. The artistic conception that can be deduced is not difficult, and the artistic conception that cannot be deduced is terrible and exciting.

It took him three years to draw the first mountain in seclusion, and another three years to draw the first river. It took him thirty years to barely draw the prototype of the first part. After finishing his writing, he was seriously ill and lay in bed for ten years before he recovered.

Everyone thought he had been traveling outside for forty years, but they didn't know that he had been walking in front of the gates of hell for forty years.

But the meaning of the forty years of severe illness and dying was unimaginable to him. He became the first monk to enter the tribulation stage at that age, no one. He even made great progress in the understanding of the Taoist pattern of Painting. He was able to use the artistic conception of Painting to create his own strength, which was impossible for Chen Weiming to see.

Especially more than ten years ago, he even knew that his strength had surpassed his master. However, he was low-key by nature and did not hesitate to show off his reputation and hid his reputation under the reputation of Lumenshan people.

He had tried to use this map of mountains, rivers and country he drew himself. The artistic conception inside was too big and too strong, and it was difficult to control once it started. He almost died before he could exert his power.

The battle at Lushan Academy a few years ago was not for Chen Weiming’s time, he had already been prepared to burn his jade with the evil spirit Taoist. Unexpectedly, it was time to use it back then.

The mysterious map of mountains, rivers and the country began to manifest, and the mountains, rivers, huge peaks, and the sun, moon and galaxies slowly flew out of the scroll bit by bit.

At this moment, Ming Dao also held his breath and a hint of tension flashed in his eyes. The map of mountains, rivers and the country had only one ten thousand, which made him feel great danger, even more than he had seen the evil spirit Taoist king in the past.

As Wu Zidao himself said, if he only talks about cultivation and combat effectiveness, he may not be the leader, but if he talks about this desperate combat power, perhaps only the traveler still has a chance to fight.

It is indeed difficult for him to resolve the current crisis, but it is definitely not his character to escape if he fails.

What should we do... Ming Dao was also anxious and thought about ways to resolve it. But at this time, Wu Zidao was almost surrounded by the map of mountains, rivers and the country, and there was no chance to resolve it.

Just when I was anxious and didn't know what to do, I suddenly felt Wu Zidao's breath pause, and then I saw a painful hum. I looked up and looked up into the sky. A blood column spurted out, like a red rainbow turning into a bridge and rushing into the sky.

This picture that exhausts his endless imagination and mental power, and cannot draw in case, will consume too much once it is activated. He thought that the Galaxy Starlight Map was enough to defeat the Nether Sword, but he did not expect to underestimate the other party.

Now that he is seriously injured and consumes a lot, it is hard to sustain when using the map of mountains, rivers and the country. Even though he is ready to die together, some things cannot be successful by will alone.

At this moment, a state is not good, and in a sudden situation, the map of mountains, rivers and the country is affected. During the shock, the things that appear begin to fade, like afterimages.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is fleeting. The experience of the Ming Dao is so rich that he can't see such an opportunity. A mysterious light flashed under his feet and turned into a black lightning, rushing in front of Wu Zidao from the layers of mountains and surging rivers.

"ah!"

Wu Zidao was shocked. He didn't expect such an accident to occur. He roared and wanted to forcefully continue to activate the map of mountains, rivers and the country. But just as he shouted, he was slashed at the sun by the Nether Dao's palm.

The physical strength is limited, and the injury is serious at the moment and cannot be sustained. How can I bear such a palm? I just feel that it is dark in front of me, and I am already in a coma and falling from the air.

"boom!"

Although the scroll was running stopped, the remaining power burst was still terrifying, and it instantly submerged the dark sword in the air. It was only after the mountains, rivers, and the afterimage of the sun, moon and stars disappeared that its figure was revealed again.

He was covered in blood and ragged clothes. Even his hair was burned by energy. His breath was shaking, and it seemed like a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

His body fell down and fell beside Wu Zidao. The corner of his mouth was bleeding. He took several breaths before whispering: "You are very strong, but unfortunately I can't defeat now. You can't die. You are alive, so you are valuable to me."

No one could hear what he said, but the atmosphere around him suddenly became weird.

The sect leader of the Demon Sect and the imperial masters were all looking here and looking at the Nether Sword. Each of them had different lights flashing in their eyes, as if they were calculating something.

Yanyun Pavilion is now above the Empire and the Demon Sect, and all of this is based on the strong strength of the Nether Sword. Once he joins hands to kill him at this moment, the situation in the world will naturally change drastically.

Everyone can feel such an atmosphere, including the monks from Yanyun Pavilion.

Only the Nether Sword, as if he had not noticed it, lifted Wu Zidao and his body lightened, and he flew to the chariot in an instant.

After sitting down, he slowly said, "The opportunity is right in front of you. If you want to take action, hurry up. But you are not Wu Zidao. Once you take action, it will be more than just a corpse Wucun!"

After a while of silence, no one dared to do any moves until someone ordered the march to continue.
Chapter completed!