Boom, rumble...

In the map of mountains, rivers, and country, there were waves of dull sounds like thunder.

After the Eighteen Blood Witch Order was shot in, the map of mountains, rivers and the country suddenly changed drastically.

Eighteen red flags were inserted on the ground, rising in the wind and getting bigger and bigger. In the end, they directly evolved into eighteen majestic and towering mountains, with peaks unattainable, and white clouds floating on the hillside. The whole mountain was red, and red gave people more intense oppression.

Blood Mountain!

Under Mu Feng's sacrifice, the Eighteen Blood Witch Flag evolved into eighteen blood-red mountains.

Looking up, I saw that the originally quiet map of mountains, rivers and country changed. There were eighteen staggered mountains, secretly forming a huge array of yin winds, becoming the eye of the array that suppressed mountains, rivers and country. On the highest peak in the middle, there was a woman in white standing in the wind, which was the figure of He Liushuang, the spirit of the weapon.

I saw her pinch a magic trick with her hands, and the eighteen mountains moved again with a rumbling sound. Suddenly, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that was wandering in the air quickly poured into the map of mountains, rivers, and country.

Yin Feng Array, Swallowing Words!

The world in the painting continuously absorbs the spiritual energy of the world from the outside world.

After transforming into eighteen high mountains, the power of the Yinfeng Array not only did not weaken, but seemed to be even better. Not only did the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth around him surge, but Mu Feng could even feel that wisps of chaotic energy came from the endless void outside the Nine Heavens.

After absorbing a steady stream of energy, new changes have gradually emerged in the map of mountains, rivers, and country.

The trees on the mountain, the clear flowing water, the white clouds in the sky..., every grass and a tree seemed to have come alive. The world in the painting seemed to have become a real world. The little mouse who had been fleeing around in panic raised his head and sniffed, squeaked excitedly, and then disappeared into the forest that stretched for thousands of miles.

Although the map of mountains, rivers and country written by Ye Beigong, the master of the generation, was wonderful, it was just a framework. To turn this calligraphy and painting into a real magic weapon, or even a real world, Mu Feng needs to improve it himself. In other words, unlike ordinary treasures, this is a growth treasure, and its power is closely related to the power of the owner.

At the beginning, if the owner's power is humble, it may be just an ordinary item. Later, as the owner's power increases, it can become a low-grade magic weapon, gradually revealing the mystery of this calligraphy and painting. In the end, it may even become a top magic weapon, or even a legendary holy weapon, with unparalleled power!

"Okay, what a world in the painting!"

Feeling the changes in the map of mountains, rivers and the country, Mu Feng nodded happily, "There are demons in the world, ghosts in the world, and spiritual bodies in the world. From now on, the world in the painting will be called the painting world, the painting world unique to scholars in the world!"

Mu Feng became more and more excited the more he thought about it. He was determined to develop the world in the painting into a painting world that was side by side with the legendary demon world and spiritual world and even surpassed the illusory fairy world.

The demon world leads to all evil devils in the world, the ghost world leads to lonely ghosts and people’s souls after death, and the fairy world leads to those who pursue the path of immortality. In the painting world, he hopes that one day he can attract all scholars in the world who devote themselves to learning and develop into a true holy land for scholars.

There is a golden house in the book, and there is a beautiful woman in the book.

At that time, for scholars all over the world, becoming a saint in the body and ascension in the sun will no longer be a misty dream!

"I am so breeze and make a vow here that I will create a real palace in my life, so that the righteousness and character of scholars in the world will last forever!"

Looking at the map of mountains, rivers and the country floating in the air, Mu Feng made a new ambition.

Since the family's blood pool was baptized and became a blood-refining witch, he has been concentrating on his cultivation and his cultivation has been improving day by day. Although he can't say anything about calling for wind and rain, he has gradually emerged in the Tongtian Empire. His strength is getting stronger and stronger. As soon as he joins the academy, he is named Mu Sanjian, which makes ordinary students far beyond the reach of the world. But in his heart, he is still a scholar and a scholar with a strong and strong backbone.

Under the guidance of his mother, he has been reading since childhood, loves reading, and loves reading, and has found the joy and meaning of life in books. This habit and hobby has been deeply imprinted in his soul and will never be erased.

call……

After making a great ambition, Mu Feng jumped and turned into a red light to sank into the map of mountains, rivers and the country in the air, entering the painting world.

Suddenly, in the elegant yard, only a painting of calligraphy and painting slowly floated up and down in the air. No wind was blowing, but the painting of calligraphy and painting was floating all the time, and would never fall to the ground or be blown away by the wind. Moreover, the whole painting became increasingly faint, gradually disappearing in the darkness. It seemed that it had jumped out of the three realms and was not in the vast world.

"Miscellaneous, wonderful!"

At the moment when Mu Feng jumped and disappeared into the world in the painting, on the Tiance platform filled with white mist, Ye Beigong, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes. With appreciation on his face, there was a hint of surprise.

Mu Feng was full of knowledge and extraordinary talent, which was known to everyone in the school. However, even Ye Beigong, who had no beginning or end of the dragon, did not expect that his understanding was so amazing. Not only did he quickly understand the mystery of the map of mountains, rivers and the country, he also began to refine and improve unprecedentedly.

Turn the world in the painting into a painting world that can be compared with the demon world and the spiritual world, attract scholars from all over the world, and develop them into a palace of scholars from all over the world!

Who can think of such ideas and ambitions, and who can do this?

At the calm and low-key Mu Feng, Ye Beigong couldn't help but look at him again, pulled his beard on his chin, and pondered for a long time.

"Father, are you really going to take Mu Feng as a closed disciple?"

Ye Kexuan was covered with a veil on her face and a guqin was held in her arms. After a pause, she continued quietly: "The power and mystery of the mountains, rivers, and the country have been incompatible with the world since ancient times, and have been coveted by emperors throughout the ages. Every time a person cultivates a personal disciple, it will take at least a hundred years of cultivation and life span. However, less than one percent of those who have achieved success in cultivation, wasting so much effort. Father, is this really worth it?"

"It's worth it, of course!"

Ye Beigong did not hesitate at all, "Xuan'er, the father's character is quiet and lacks domineering. He is not suitable to practice the country and country. It seems that there is no hope of breakthrough in this life. He cannot break through, so of course he cannot let this ancient magical power be lost. Below the saints, all of them are ants. If they cannot break through the saint realm, they will one day turn into a cup of loess. What is the life span of a century? Of course, whether Mu Feng has that blessing depends on whether he can return safely from the battlefield of the Heavenly Demons!"

"Father, you have been thinking about the school all your life. When have you considered Xuan'er's feelings?"

Ye Kexuan's eyes were slightly red, and she sighed quietly, "It seems that it won't take long for the elder brother to have an extra talented junior brother. In our Xiangshan Academy, a saint student appears almost every thousand years. According to time, it is almost this generation of students. According to Master Kongwu, the fortune of our Xiangshan Academy has not yet come to an end. Who will the saint student this time? Is the senior brother who stands up to heaven, a low-key genius, or is Mu Feng, a weak scholar who has not been practicing for a long time?"
Chapter completed!