The three tribulation thunder and lightning all hit the scroll, and the entire scroll was struck by the tribulation thunder, causing a puff of white smoke to appear!
But as the white smoke came out, the power of time suddenly appeared on the scroll. After the power of time appeared, a ruthless artistic conception quickly enveloped the entire world. The calamity clouds, strong winds, and lightning in the sky
Under this ruthless mood, his momentum quickly became three points weaker!
At the same time, a force of life and death emerged from the picture scroll, especially the power of life that quickly surpassed the power of death. Under the power of life, the picture scroll that was originally somewhat damaged by the thunder of tribulation was gradually restored.
After recovering, as the strength of this life increased, the scroll emitted waves of golden halo.
With the appearance of the golden halo, the remaining power of the tribulation thunder was swallowed up by the scroll. After swallowing the tribulation thunder, the scroll not only recovered intact, but Dongfang Hancui and Yuwen Zhouyuan, who were watching below, discovered that after this lightning strike
Afterwards, the defensive power of this scroll was increased by more than three times!
It seems like a blessing in disguise!
The calamity clouds in the sky became more violent, and Yi Ran changed from blue to black with a golden edge. The lightning in the calamity clouds changed from silver to crimson, and aura of destruction came from the sky.
The wind stopped, and apart from the overwhelming pressure of destruction, the entire world was so quiet that you could hear the sound of a pin dropping to the ground!
As nine streaks of red lightning flashed across the sky, then "Boom..." nine loud bangs in a row broke the silence.
The scroll in mid-air was struck by nine tribulation thunders. Each time a tribulation thunder struck, the scroll rose ten feet into the air. After the nine tribulation thunders were completely struck, the scroll had already risen nearly a hundred feet!
The golden halo around the scroll became brighter, and the remnant power of the tribulation thunder struck the ground, creating several large craters in the entire ground, but the scroll remained unscathed!
The best thing is that after the calamity thunder fell, the energy of life and death on the scroll, and the ruthless artistic conception of time, suddenly surged, and then a suction force that swallowed up the heaven and earth came from the scroll like a long whale sucking water, sucking up the calamity clouds in the sky, and the calamity clouds in the sky.
The extremely weak lightning was sucked into the painting with a "whoosh" sound.
After a while, the calamity clouds and lightning disappeared, and the sky and earth became clear again. The scroll became larger and smaller for a while. In addition to portraits of people flashing from time to time, the shape of thunder and lightning appeared on the scroll, which was about the size of a stick of incense.
After a while, the scroll stopped changing and gently fell into Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand.
When Yuwen Zhouyuan saw the scroll flying towards him, he used his kung fu to spit out a mouthful of essence and blood towards the scroll, then hit the scroll with a magic trick in his hand and shouted: "Hey! Recognize the master!"
As the essence and blood merged with the scroll, a sense of connection with the mind quickly came from the scroll. Yuwen Zhouyuan had a feeling that once the power of this scroll was stimulated, even the masters of the late Zhenjun could kill it instantly!
It can be said that this is the most offensive and defensive magic weapon that Yuwen Zhouyuan currently possesses!
He opened his mouth and swallowed the scroll into his belly. Yuwen Zhouyuan let out a long breath. As the scroll was put into his belly by Yuwen Zhouyuan, the area within a hundred miles was gradually shrouded in thick fog.
"Brother, congratulations, you have obtained another treasure!" Dongfang Hancui said to Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"Don't be happy yet. Some of these friends who are here are not open-minded. I will send them away before we talk!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said while looking at the thick fog in the eastern sky.
"Without opening your eyes?" Although Dongfang Hancui knew that the catastrophe had just been caused and that many monks had indeed come, he did not see enough monks to threaten the two of them. When he heard what Yuwen Zhouyuan said, he couldn't help but ask
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Yuwen Zhouyuan did not answer, but said to the thick fog: "Fellow Taoist, since you are here, why don't you show up?"
"Fellow Taoist, you are really amazing. You can see through my behavior. It seems that this great country is indeed a place where dragons and tigers are hidden!" As soon as he finished speaking, a man wearing a black robe, with a big face and wide eyes appeared.
The middle-aged monk with blue light walked out of the thick fog.
The Xuanyi monk looks like an ordinary person, with no real cultivation at all. If he hadn't been talking to Yuwen Zhouyuan, no one would associate him with the monk!
"Master, real master!" When Yu Wen Zhouyuan saw the other party, this thought came to his mind.
"A mere monk, Banjun, can call out this Xingzang. You are the first person at present. I will give you three moves. Within three moves, you can force me back five steps. Not only will I not steal your artistic conception magic weapon, but I will also
I’ll give you this ‘Lost Key’!” The middle-aged man looked at Yu Wen Zhou Yuandao with his eyes shining brightly.
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan was very surprised, he said without changing his expression: "Since fellow Taoist has marked down the path, I will continue next!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth and spat out the picture scroll that had just passed through the weapon tribulation and had not been properly warmed by the Dantian.
When the middle-aged man saw Yuwen Zhouyuan releasing the scroll, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, but he concealed it very skillfully.
In order to test the power of this newly refined picture scroll magic weapon, Yuwen Zhouyuan activated the death force in the power of life and death without thinking, and shouted: "The underworld is long, die!"
As soon as Yuwen Zhouyuan finished speaking, a black death energy flashed out from the scroll, and then a death force from the netherworld quickly covered the middle-aged monk.
Not only was the middle-aged monk not afraid of the deathly aura that came over him, but his eyes showed excitement and he shouted: "Well done!"
Then he raised his hand and released a black flying sword. The black flying sword also carried a strong aura of death, and faced the scroll that was covering it.
With a loud bang of "Boom!", the scroll was pushed back. Yuwen Zhouyuan only felt a surge of energy and blood in his chest. Such a powerful cultivation level. If he fought against the opponent head-on with his own strength, he would not have the upper hand at all! It seems that he still has a chance.
To outsmart him, an idea came to Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart.
Although the scroll was repulsed by the opponent's black flying sword, Yuwen Zhouyuan found that his scroll did not change much, but the death force on the opponent's scroll was reduced by one percent. If this one percent was
Others would not notice it at all, but for Yuwen Zhouyuan, who has experienced the power of life and death, it cannot be hidden from his eyes at all.
What makes Yuwen Zhouyuan most gratified is that the death energy on the opponent's black flying sword has been reduced, but it has been transferred to his own scroll!
The middle-aged monk felt that the death energy on his flying sword was reduced, and his eyes flashed, but before he had time to react, Yuwen Zhouyuan urged the animation scroll to attack again.
This attack was not as probing as before. This time he attacked Yuwen Zhouyuan with all his strength, and only heard "Boom..." A series of attacks collided with the black flying sword in the air like exploding beans.
Under the violent attack of the two men, the surrounding thick fog was quickly shaken to the point where the fog disappeared for dozens of miles. The death aura around the two men was so strong that all life within ten miles died in an instant!
The originally calm expression on the middle-aged monk's face became cautious, because he discovered that the death energy contained in his flying sword had been reduced by one-third at this time, and this was his natal magic weapon!
What makes the middle-aged monk even more angry is that all the dead power lost by his flying sword was actually absorbed by the picture scroll that had just survived the calamity!
Just as the middle-aged monk was about to take back his flying sword, a cold light flashed in Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes, he hit the magic formula in his hand, and shouted: "All things are green and prosperous, life!"
As soon as Yuwen Zhouyuan finished speaking, the picture that was originally full of death force suddenly changed. It turned from extremely dense death force to full of vitality in the blink of an eye. The powerful force of life quickly pushed the middle-aged monk's flying sword onto the
Neutralized by not much dead power!
As the death force on the middle-aged flying sword was neutralized, the middle-aged monk's face became paler and paler. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and repeatedly hit the magic formula in his hand to forcefully withdraw the flying sword. Because the flying sword was forcefully withdrawn, the spiritual power would backfire.
It made him injured even more seriously!
"Okay! I can't defeat you! This lost key is yours! See you later!" As soon as the middle-aged monk finished speaking, a black key that was neither gold nor jade flew toward Yu Wen Zhou Yuan.
When Yuwen Zhouyuan caught the "lost key" and looked ahead, he found that the middle-aged monk had disappeared. If it weren't for the fluctuation of spiritual power around him, Yuwen Zhouyuan was holding the lost key in his hand.
You will think you have had a dream!
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the lost key in his hand, raised his hand and threw it into the storage bag, and then returned to the inn in a flash.
As soon as he returned to the inn, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body shook, his expression changed, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Brother, what's wrong with you..." Dongfang Hancui said in shock when he saw Yu Wen Zhouyuan vomiting blood and unable to stop.
"It's okay, I just suffered a little shock. Just adjust your breath and it'll be fine!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said as he sat cross-legged and used the Creation Chaos Art to adjust his breath.
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan said it easily, he was seriously injured at the time. In the battle with the middle-aged monk just now, the middle-aged monk's cultivation and combat power exceeded him by a lot. In the fight just now, he wanted to give the opponent a
The heavy blow also strongly stimulated the instantaneous transformation of the life and death power of the animation scroll, causing a spiritual backlash.
Especially when the middle-aged monk forcibly took back the flying sword, he was shocked and injured by his cultivation level which was much higher than his. Yuwen Zhouyuan was injured even more. If it weren't for his fighting power that was comparable to the late True Lord and his cultivation of Creation.
The Chaos Art of the World, just this unequal battle would have damaged his foundation for cultivating immortality!
Yuwen Zhouyuan's interest rate adjustment lasted for ten days. After ten days, Yuwen Zhouyuan Enterprise finally recovered from his injuries.
As Yu Wen Zhouyuan opened his eyes, his old face began to change little by little, and the wrinkles were reduced. When he stood up, he had returned to the youthful appearance he had before entering the mortal world.
At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan could already notice that there was a feeling in his body that seemed to be floating, and it gradually appeared inside and outside his body.
It was as if there was a mysterious force stretching out in the sky, pulling him upward.
This feeling is a sign that he is about to advance to the True King stage. At this time, he does not need to comprehend the artistic conception. He only needs an opportunity and a period of quiet retreat to reach the True King state naturally.
"Brother, have you advanced?" Dongfang Hancui couldn't help but ask from the side when he saw Yuwen Zhouyuan being released from the mortal realm.
"No, but it's coming soon. It's useless to enter the mortal world now! It's not long before the lost space opens. Let's prepare to enter that space to find opportunities. Sister, you have also realized your own artistic conception in these years. In the lost space
I think my sister will also enter the True King stage." Yuwen Zhouyuan said to Dongfang Hancui.