The first thousand and fifty-four chapters grab the painting
The old man in the holy realm wearing a green shirt stretched out his right sword and pointed at Ye Mingyue and shot out a sword energy to prevent Ye Mingyue from taking the paintbrush in the withered hand. He scolded softly: "Little girl, don't offend the remains of your ancestors!"
But at his feet, he took long strides and ran towards the bones, his eyes staring at the paintbrush in the hands of the bones, with greed hidden deep in his eyes.
He didn't know what the use of the brush in Dry Bones' hands was, but the cave-like environment around him, the dry bones on the ground, and the way Ye Mingyue was anxious to get the brush told him that the brush might be a treasure, so he became greedy and wanted to use it.
Keep the brush as your own.
The eyes of another gray-shirted old man from the holy realm also fell on the withered hand, but he stood still and did not move.
Zhang Xiaozu took a step forward, was too lazy to talk nonsense, and directly punched the old man in green shirt.
The old man in green shirt's eyes turned cold and he immediately punched back.
boom!
The fists collided, facing each other for a moment, and then separated.
Zhang Xiaozu took a big step back.
The old man in green shirt stepped back three or four feet, with a look of shock that could not be concealed in his eyes.
When Zhang Xiaozu fought with the gods, he hid in the dark and watched, so he knew that Zhang Xiaopu's power was very strong. But now that he experienced it personally, he realized that his knowledge of Zhang Xiaopu's power was too limited. The gap was so big that even
He was mentally shocked.
The old man in the gray shirt waved his long sleeves and resolved all the energy shock caused by the collision between the old man in the green shirt and Zhang Xiaopou, leaving the cave unharmed.
Suddenly, the space around the old man in gray fluctuated violently.
The old man in gray shirt took a step to the side and got out of the way.
Then, where the old man in gray shirt was standing, his figure swayed, and cultivators kept coming out of the painting.
The cloak used by Zhang Xiaozu to cover his easel was thrown to the ground, and the painting was exposed.
The eyes of the old man in green shirt and the old man in gray shirt fell on the painting. When they saw the scenery of the Three Realms clearly on the painting, their pupils trembled and they fell into deep shock.
Ye Mingyue got the paintbrush from Dry Bones' hand, then knelt down in front of Dry Bones and kowtowed. With a slight insult, she took Zhang Xiaozu's big cloak that fell on the ground, wrapped the Dry Bones and put it into the void space, intending to find a scene.
Bury him in a beautiful place.
"This is where?"
"Hey, it looks like a cave."
"Oh my god, look at that painting. The Three Realms...the three worlds are actually in this painting!"
"The most precious treasure in heaven and earth!"
Practitioners kept coming out of the painting, and the cave gradually became crowded and noisy.
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Someone discovered the painting behind Zhang Xiaozu and the others. After seeing the Three Realms in the painting, they yelled in shock. After hearing someone calling the painting a treasure from heaven and earth, they all showed fanatical and greedy expressions.
He wanted to rush forward to seize it, but he was afraid of Zhang Xiaopeng and the other three and did not dare to rush forward rashly.
"I see!"
"The reason why the local cultivators of the Three Realms cannot enter the gate of space is because they are unreal existences in the paintings. Naturally, they cannot come out of the paintings and come to our real world."
A human cultivator suddenly pointed at the painting and shouted loudly.
"Untrue? Have I been untrue for more than ten years?" one person asked in confusion.
All the practitioners he asked were in a trance. Their experiences in the paintings could not be more real. But at this moment, they suddenly accepted that the experiences in the paintings were all illusory. This made them unable to distinguish between reality and illusion for a while.
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"The world in the painting must be real. My cultivation, the scar on my face, and the clothes on my body are all brought from the painting. The real thing can't be more real." "Yes, I
I also feel that the world inside the painting is real!”
"This is truly a masterpiece!"
After the cultivators analyzed it, their eyes became even more fanatical.
Wow!
Ye Mingyue suddenly reached out and took the painting off the easel, and rolled it up in front of the practitioners.
"what are you doing?"
"There are still people who haven't come out of the painting, why did you put the painting away?"
Immediately, some cultivators were irritated by Ye Mingyue's actions. They stared at her with evil eyes and shouted loudly. They were not concerned about the person who did not appear in the painting, but they were dissatisfied with Ye Mingyue for taking the painting as his own.
Ye Mingyue's movements on her hands did not pause at all. She glanced at the cultivators and said calmly: "The painting belongs to us. I can put it away if I want. What does it have to do with you? Don't forget, if we hadn't opened the door to the Three Realms,
You are still living in the painting."
Her words left all the practitioners speechless.
Zhang Xiaozu didn't say anything, he just pulled out the bone knife from the mustard seeds, and his body exuded a bone-chilling murderous aura.
He knew that it was useless to reason in front of the treasures of heaven and earth. Only showing strong strength was the last word.
Tread...
Most cultivators were frightened by Zhang Xiaozu's bloody murderous intent and backed away, and put away their undue greed for the painting of the Three Realms, but there was still a small group of cultivators who could not give up their greed.
The atmosphere in the cave suddenly became tense.
"The painting belongs to everyone!"
"Everyone has lived in paintings for a long time
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, some have even started families there, with wives and children, so it can be said that the world in the painting is everyone’s second world, the real world.”
"You took the painting as your own, don't you want everyone to go home?"
The old man in green shirt separated from the crowd and stepped forward, asking angrily.
"Yes, the painting belongs to everyone!"
"You can't be so selfish and deprive us of our right to go home!"
"Put the painting down and we can think of a way for everyone to own it together."
The small group of cultivators who could not give up their greed saw the old man in green shirt standing up and felt that what the old man in blue shirt said was very reasonable, so they immediately echoed loudly.
"Old thing..." Zhang Xiaozhu sneered and stared at the old man in green shirt, and cursed: "I rescued you from the painting. It's just that you don't care about my kindness. You actually want to retaliate against me and steal my treasures. You are really
Fucking shameless!”
"Boy, the power of a saint cannot be insulted. Do you want to die?" The old man in green shirt raised his eyebrows and shouted in a cold voice.
"Bah!" Zhang Xiaozhu spat without any respect and said disdainfully: "Don't put on such a arrogant air in front of me. I've killed all the gods. Who do you think you are?"
Then he glanced at the group of cultivators and warned in a low voice: "If you don't want to die, stay away, so as not to be splashed with blood later!"
After saying that, his murderous intention suddenly became tense, making people think that he was not talking nonsense, but that he would kill with a knife right away.
The cultivator who did not want to provoke Zhang Xiaopeng hurriedly backed away.
"Don't start a fight yet, I want to get out of here!"
"I just want to go home now, to my home in the real world!"
Some cultivators who were afraid of being involved in the battle shouted urgently.
The old man in green shirt's expression became solemn, because he was not sure of defeating Zhang Xiaopawn.
Kaka--!
Suddenly, there was a strange noise not far away, slightly interrupting the tense atmosphere of the war.
Everyone followed the sound and found that the old man in gray shirt was opening a stone door.
As the stone door opened, a dark corridor was revealed behind the door.
The old man in gray shirt stared at the dark corridor for a while, then turned to look at the group of cultivators and said: "This is the way to leave. If you want to leave, hurry up, so as not to die unclearly later."
"Thank you, senior!"
The cultivators who were afraid of being involved in the battle immediately rushed to the corridor.
Zhang Xiaozu's heart tightened, facing two saints at the same time. Although he had the courage to fight, he would definitely not be able to protect the safety of Qi Yoyo and Ye Mingyue during the battle.
(End of chapter)
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