The attack has quietly arrived.

Zuo Qingtian could feel the sound of dragons, phoenixes, unconsciously shaking the soul, and slowly his ears lost their hearing, but the soul sea roared like thunder.

The ancient demon god scene in front of me also disappeared, becoming a very abstract picture. The soul seemed to be able to feel the still dragon, phoenix, or unicorn, but only strange twists could be seen visually.

The world has become abstract.

It seems like everything is an image, a sound, and a picture.

This is... the sound is loud and the elephant is invisible?

It is separated from the traditional Yin and Yang Five Elements, Time and Space, Life and Death...but it is sound and picture, hearing and vision, from the outside to the inside, directly reflecting the soul and returning to chaos.

Is this chaos?

Maybe.

Before chaos opens, it may be so abstract.

Zuo Qingtian doesn't know if it is, but he has really never encountered similar attack modes.

As for the effect, it is also obvious... If he can't break free from this state, then he will be in this state for the rest of his life.

Being in a strange chaos, like entering a special world, becomes an exiled wandering ghost.

Thinking of this, Zuo Qingtian had a certain degree of familiarity. Exile and sealing could still be common to his research. It can be seen that the new Tao in the world cannot be separated from the origin of the Tao. At least in terms of specific feedback on offense and defense, damage weakening control, exile and imprisonment seals are always reflected, and there will never be no one left for no reason.

Since there is a manifestation, there is a trajectory of cracking.

A bloody vortex appeared in Zuo Qingtian's palm.

I don’t know the specific intention of the other party to draw the shape of the ancient demon god, which may be a medium, but it is a good thing for Zuo Qingtian. Although they are all fake, in fact, as long as they have their shape, they have certain spirituality. If the demon gods all have divine nature, it is the way to descend to the gods. This is too familiar with a formless person who is the way of the witch god.

Can also be used.

In the blood-colored vortex, the blood shadow of the demon god continued to intertwined, and the trace of spirituality was accurately captured, turned into flesh and blood, and then changed from bio-transformation to death, turning into a rich blood qi, and breaking through the void of this realm.

He had nowhere to start his own power, but he borrowed the spirituality of this world and turned into a demon god's blood and became a fuse that broke through this world.

Ju Yunxiu in the void couldn't help but admire that the Lord of the Witch God is the Lord of the Witch God, and his understanding of the Great Dao is far from that of the people of the Witch God Sect I had contacted before. If we met him back then, it was not He Guihun Feng Buli but Zuo Qingtian, even if we did not mention the power gap, in terms of the law, we should be three feet tall now.

But just where Zuo Qingtian broke through the boundary, a ball of mud suddenly became mud.

The dead energy collided with the mud, and the mud turned into a rotten body, but a seed attached to the blood energy and could not be dispersed.

Zuo Qingtian could already see Xu Buyi and Ju Yunxiu standing in the void in front of him.

He looked down at the seeds in his palm and frowned, "What does this mean?"

He didn't even ask questions about it before, but he could see such an obvious seed at this moment.

Because the seed itself has no power.

The spiritual energy is very strong. Perhaps it is very energy-evolving to grow into some natural treasures, but it is really just a pure seed at present.

Xu Buyi grinned: "You transform into death, I transform into life, that's all."

With the words, the seeds suddenly sprouted.

Zuo Qingtian's expression changed drastically.

He found that all the blood and blood of the demon god he had condensed just now had become the feeding of this seed. This seemingly inconspicuous seed was frantically competing with him for bloody aura, and then he could not even rob such a seed.

There is no demon god here, it is just the meager spirituality in the painting. It is my magical power that condenses and evolves into the demon god's blood. Why did you snatch this inexplicable seed from you?

The most annoying thing is that I can't even grab it!

"If we are aware of soil nutrients and the ability to grow and break through the soil regardless of everything, people are obviously not as good as any grass." Xu Buyi smiled and said, "Of course, there is nothing to fight for infighting between plants and trees and you, but I am also infatuated."

The Immortal Palace of Ten Thousand Dao, the Way of Farming.

In just one sentence, the spirituality of the demon gods had been absorbed completely, and the seeds turned into a piece of green grass, which could not be attached to Zuo Qingtian's hands.

Then... began to absorb Zuo Qingtian's own flesh and blood and mana crazily.

I agreed to "stirize vitality, that's all..." but now I'm starting to take my life.

Zuo Qingtian was not surprised. He was shocked and wanted to shake the grass open. The grass swayed low, but was not shaken away in the end.

"Don't look at the delicate grass, and the strong wind that can break the huge trees, the grass is still alive. If you want to remove it, you find that it is much deeper than what you see outside, but it is difficult to pull it out, let alone the same thing." Xu Buyi gave a conscience.

In fact, Zuo Qingtian could understand it himself without explanation, and even Zuo Qingtian knew why Xu Buyi was so mean and wanted to explain it.

Because he really wants the world to know what the new Taoist in ancient times is, what is the difference between it and traditional immortal arts, and... is it more like an immortal than throwing a fireball and slashing lightning?

This is the comparative mind and desire to preach that the founder cannot hide.

The preaching was placed on the body of the Dangdang Wuying...

Zuo Qingtian didn't know whether it was anger or a smile. The inexplicable paintings and sounds, the inexplicable farming methods, are incompatible with the conventional immortal painting style, but they have no fundamental reason to deviate from the world. If it was a daily battle, Zuo Qingtian might be very happy and have the fun of fighting.

However, it is a life-and-death battle at this moment. Although Zuo Qingtian is a warlike maniac, he is not a desperate martial arts maniac. His life is even more important.

While controlling his flesh and blood from being absorbed, he quickly grabbed the grass in his hand with his other hand, and directly tore off a large piece of his flesh and blood. Blood rushed out, but the grass finally had nowhere to rely on and fell into the void and withered quickly.

However, the painting world is closed, and he is in an abstract exile state and cannot get out.

From beginning to end, Zuo Qingtian tried to crack the new path, but he didn't even send out an attack.

He didn't care about his blood flowing, silently replied to the somewhat disordered qi and blood in his body, and suddenly said, "You two are here with me, aren't you afraid that Tian Songzi will massacre your disciples?"

Xu Buyi smiled and didn't answer.

Zuo Qingtian understood: "You two are mainly trying to trap me because they are not sure of killing me. In other words, they hope that the other side can kill Tian Songzi first, and then join us to kill me... You have also arranged a stronger hand to deal with Tian Songzi."

"It's not that I'm going to make a decision to kill someone first." Xu Buyi said honestly: "It is the Gambling Sect's doing to isolate you. You have not been able to resist the Gambling Sect's strange tricks, but they can't make accurate allocations and can only roll dice at random. If you are lucky, you will be assigned to us, and Tian Songzi is a little less lucky..."

"..." Zuo Qingtian was extremely solemn: "Who is lurking here? Xiyue? Hemo?"

"No." Xu Buyi was still honest: "It's just that Tian Songzi has no horses, we have it."

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The randomly assigned position of Tian Songzi is exactly the same as what Zuo Qingtian saw.

The dragon and phoenix are soaring, the unicorns are roaring, the demons are dancing, and the Taotie is fighting Qiongqi.

It can be seen that all areas are actually a layout...

"It's just a mural that pretends to be a ghost." Tian Songzi saw through it at a glance because he was too familiar with these ethnic groups.

The phoenix is ​​not one.

Why did Meng Qingying call the Phoenix Emperor in his previous life, not the Phoenix? It was not intentional and not purely the Emperor's intention, but because it was the first phoenix in the origin, with colorful patterns, not monochromatic patterns. So it could be transformed into five. Then it continued to be born and evolved from the sect. At this time, it was a monochromatic phoenix, as its subordinates, and then it reproduced into a tribe.

The eldest son is a single dog, and the others are all paired together. Meng Qingying was crying when she recalled her previous life. I don’t know how she survived the life. It was so miserable.

It's a long way to go. In short, the Heavenly Palace enslaved many dragon and phoenix genus, as well as the unicorn... are all mounts.

Tian Songzi's mount is a unicorn.

To break this kind of painting, if the real Qilin appears, the fake one will naturally break...

Tian Songzi waved her sleeves, and auspicious clouds rose, and a small unicorn jumped out.

It seems to be saying, I have a horse, too.

"Go and tear this fake painting." Tian Songzi pointed forward: "It is a great blasphemy to protect the will of Qilin."

Little Qilin stared at the mural for a long time and suddenly roared in ecstasy.

Then... he kicked Tian Songzi in the chest with one hoof.

Tian Songzi: "???"

At the same time, a terrifying pressure came from the sky, and the colorful auspicious clouds were like wind and thunder. A snow-white unicorn stepped on him with violent anger.

The murals in this area do look the same as elsewhere... the difference is that the paintings in other areas are all fake, while the paintings in this area... are a little real.
Chapter completed!