Lu Ya smiled slightly, moved his sleeves, and a circle of ripples spread out in the void.
"Space laws?"
Liu Hao's eyes narrowed and he felt the fluctuations in the void keenly.
Lu Ya must have a space artifact similar to a storage ring in his hand.
This kind of storage magic weapon contains mustard seeds and mustard seeds. It can be called an artifact nowadays, but it was also common in ancient times. It was spread among ordinary holy land sects. Su Tianxin of Xuanxin Sect had a space ring.
"My lords, your Majesty, please take a look."
Lu Ya shook his hands, and an ancient scroll appeared out of thin air. In the void, a magnificent ancient picture that was difficult to describe in words appeared.
What kind of magnificent ancient scroll is this?
This ancient scroll seems to have some wonderful magical power. As long as you take a look at it, your mind will be involuntarily indulged in it.
It's like the soul left the body and came to the vast battlefield of ancient times.
It hung in the air for ten days and burned eight wastelands.
On the vast land, thousands of monsters in the ancient scrolls are vividly alive.
There are gluttons with human faces and goat bodies, golden lions with several heads, and giant elephants as strong as mountains.
Thousands of monsters seemed to have come to life, roaring up to the sky, exuding crazy rage, and at the same time worshiped the ten suns hanging high in the sky devoutly.
Ten days ago, a supreme faint shadow appeared, which seemed to be level with the scales, and its whole body emitted a bright divine light that was much more intense than the blazing sun.
The scorching heat in the sky for ten days intertwined with the torrential weather, which was both desolate and chilling, shocking people's hearts.
"This picture is called the Picture of Burning the Sky in Ten Days. It is the work of the student ancestors who spent all their efforts and used great magic power to truly record the glory of the Demon Court in the ancient times. Sirs, Your Majesty
What do you think?"
Seeing the silence in the palace, a look of pride flashed across Lu Ya's face, he collected the Ten Days Picture and bowed to salute.
Liu Hao pinched his eyebrows, and there were already waves in his mind.
"In the ancient times, thousands of races coexisted, and there were countless mysteries. This picture of the Ten Days Burning the Sky may depict the glorious period when the demon clan dominated the world."
He used the Heavenly Emperor's Dragon Eyes to see that this Ten-Day Burning Sky Picture was most likely real!
To be able to depict this majestic and majestic scene into eternity, I am afraid that only those who are at least the true immortal realm and above can do it.
What is the origin of this Lu Ya, who actually possesses such a valuable treasure? His ancestor’s status is probably not lower than that of the Holy Lord of the Ancient Holy Land!
"The ancestors worked hard to draw the picture of the Ten Days Burning the Sky, and also drew a phantom of the emperor. In the end, they exhausted all their efforts and died young because of this picture. Don't look at this picture for a long time, otherwise the soul will be easily damaged."
Lu Ya held the ancient scroll and said with a smile: "Can students take a look at His Majesty's pictures?"
In Diankun Hall, the whole court was in an uproar.
In the Ten-Day Burning Sky Diagram, there is actually a mark of the emperor's shadow. If only a shadow of the emperor is left, it is already so powerful. The power of the emperor is so terrifying. No wonder Lu Ya dares to gamble with Liu Hao's universe!
After a while, Liu Hao finally spoke, "The Picture of Burning the Sky in Ten Days is really good, it can be listed as a treasure."
A joyful look appeared on Lu Ya's face, and he said: "Your Majesty has spoken so eloquently, I would like to thank you for your grace."
Before he finished speaking, one of the civil servants had already stood up.
It was none other than Liu Bowen, an important official at the Chancellery. I saw that he was broad on both sides.
With a flick of his sleeves, he lowered his body, held the wat tablet, and said slowly: "This picture is very precious, but the glory of the ancient Demon Court has passed after all. Only by looking at the present can we grasp the future. I also have a
Picture, please give your Majesty’s comments.”
Lu Ya's face condensed and he looked sideways.
"Where is Aiqing's picture?"
Liu Hao nodded slightly, smiled lightly and motioned for Liu Bowen to continue.
"You have a picture in your mind and you can create it with just a few strokes."
"Okay! Okay! Okay! Bring me the pen and ink, and I will polish it myself."
Liu Hao waved his long sleeves, and Li Lianying, the old manager who was standing by his side, immediately left with a fly whisk in his arms, and came back with pen and ink not long after.
"Thank you Holy Emperor for your grace."
Liu Bowen bowed and waved his pen.
The supreme inkstone, the writing sage's brush strokes.
There were saints in ancient times who wrote with precious stones. As soon as they put pen to paper, their articles shone brightly. Every word floated in the sky, and the sky and the earth were bright. Liu Bowen is no less generous today.
Every time he draws an ink mark, a divine light will flow through the Qiankun Palace.
As time goes by, the sun gradually sets and night falls.
But in the Qiankun Hall, there are thousands of rays of rays of light, criss-crossing each other, and every ink mark is shining like a star. The brilliance is bright and dazzling. The purest righteousness in the world reflects the most primitive holiness, dispelling all
In the darkness, the main hall was as bright as day.
All the civil and military officials in the DPRK raised their heads and looked at the long scroll suspended in the air with shocked expressions on their faces.
The scene of this painting is in autumn, showing the prosperous imperial capital.
A long winding river, like a real dragon, surrounds the imperial capital and serves as the hub in the painting.
There is a large-scale arch bridge across the river, which looks like a silver moon.
Feihong.
On the screen, the imperial capital is densely populated and bustling. Some of the people in the imperial capital are resting in teahouses, some are fortune-telling, and some are eating in restaurants.
"This picture was inspired by my observation of His Majesty's Map of the Country, Mountains and Country. I took it into consideration and presented it to Your Majesty today."
Liu Bowen put away his pen and ink and let out a sigh of relief.
If the Jiangshan Sheji Map embodies the majestic grandeur of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the heavens and the world, then Liu Bowen's map is completely the opposite.
He picked up subtle details and penetrated into the lives of ordinary people, reflecting the prosperity of the dynasty.
"You can see at a glance that the great Han Dynasty is in unprecedented prosperity."
"I heard that Mr. Liu traveled all over the imperial capital alone, and that's why he created this masterpiece today."
"I wonder what this picture is called?"
All the ministers in the court talked about it and were amazed.
Liu Hao was also amazed by it. After observing it for a long time, he asked: "Does this picture of Aiqing have a name?"
"How about calling it Scene Along the River During Qingming Festival?"
Liu Bowen thought for a moment, then raised his hands and said.
"Along the River During Qingming Festival"
Liu Hao's thoughts moved slightly and he said, "Okay, let's call it Scene Along the River During the Qingming Festival."
Along the River During the Qingming Festival: A Treasure Rated by False Gods.
Drawn by the saints of literature and Taoism who concentrated their energy, the image of the Qingming Dynasty in the prosperous period of the Han Dynasty shook the heavens and lasted for eternity. The probability of natural disasters in the Han Dynasty was reduced by 50%.
Understanding the true meaning in the picture has a chance to randomly increase the basic intelligence attribute by 1-3 points!
Liu Bowen’s intelligence is permanently +3!
"What a beautiful picture of Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival. I want to hang it in the Imperial Academy for future generations of students to admire." ,