Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Fourth Look at the Mountain is not a Mountain
Under the gaze of everyone, Xiao Jing, who was wearing a purple gold crown, floated up and took the lead to merge into the landscape of returning to true nature.
After that, Ding Yao, Wang Qian and other true successors from major immortal sects also came in one after another, and many geniuses from big forces followed closely behind.
In the blink of an eye, only Gu Chen was left.
"Squeak!"
Bai Yuan looked interested and urged Gu Chen to get up quickly.
"Don't worry, this painting can't escape."
Gu Chen smiled and walked towards the scroll slowly and unhurriedly.
"This distinguished guest, it is best not to bring spiritual beasts into the painting." At this time, the disciple of Penglai Island Master reminded.
"There shouldn't be any rules prohibiting spiritual beasts from entering, right? I heard that the island owner cherishes talents. If a monkey has talent, he won't stop it, right?" Gu Chen looked at the Penglai island owner.
These words made many monks present burst into laughter. Does a monkey also have the talent to comprehend magic?
If that were the case, wouldn't these people be like dogs?
Gu Chen's words made many monks speak sarcastically.
The disciple who had previously led Gu Chen into Penglai Mountain came to the side of the Penglai Island Master and whispered a few words in his ear.
Upon hearing this, the owner of Penglai Island looked at Gu Chen in surprise.
"It turns out to be a kid from the Gu tribe. I always choose topics in an eclectic way, and there are no restrictions on race. This monkey can enter the painting."
After the owner of Penglai Island finished speaking, the voice that was still laughing at Gu Chen suddenly became weaker.
"The Gu clan..."
The expressions of many monks changed, and they realized that the other person had just sat with the true disciples of the Thirteen Immortals Sect, how could he be an ordinary monk?
"They are actually from the Gu clan. Don't they never attend the Haitian Feast?"
"Oops, the laughter just got a little louder..."
Some monks felt extremely regretful, especially Zhuang Fan and others who had almost gone the same way as Gu Chen. They were frustrated and annoyed.
The other party is actually from the Gu clan!
When these words came out of the mouth of the Penglai Island owner, no one doubted Gu Chen's identity.
When Gu Chen saw that the word "Gu" could make a group of people who were laughing at him fall silent, he once again realized the power of his family in the Fairy Continent.
With the permission of the owner of Penglai Island, he strode towards the painting of the return to nature. As soon as he got close to the painting, people blended into it like ink.
The same is true for white apes.
Seeing that the monks of the Gu family ignored their offense, the monks present breathed a sigh of relief.
This clan is so mysterious and powerful that no one wants to offend them.
All the geniuses have entered the painting, and it must be said that they are indeed talented. This time, no one was immediately ejected from the painting, and even after dozens of breaths, no one left the world of the painting.
This made all the monks look forward to it, wondering who would be the leader of this year's sea and sky feast.
Gu Chen entered the painting, and in a blink of an eye he appeared in the Jiangnan water town in the drizzle, with lush mountains and forests in the distance.
Quiet, natural and comfortable.
The world in this painting made him feel that every pore in his body was stretched.
The owner of Penglai Island was right. This painting was filled with the true meaning of nature, which made Gu Chen, who had absorbed the innate Taoist body and got close to nature, become excited.
In the eyes of others, the rain is just rain and the mountains are mountains, but in his eyes, the rain is not rain and the mountains are not mountains.
His eyes showed the light of Zen enlightenment. He stood in the silent spring rain that moistened everything, and pointed a finger casually.
Pitter patter pitter patter!
Under his finger, the rain all over the sky intertwined into lines and turned into a large and endless net.
Just by looking at the rain, he realized the artistic conception of the rain and figured out the trick "spring rain turns into silk".
Bai Yuan also felt the artistic conception of rain, imitated Gu Chen and raised his hand, and actually used the same spell.
It was good at imitating and learning when it first met Gu Chen, and now its learning ability has become even stronger.
Buzz——
When Gu Chen realized the rain spell, the surrounding environment changed and a strong wind suddenly blew.
The strong wind blew away the clouds, and the sun in the sky seemed to be running away.
Gu Chen's white hair was flying in the air, and his robes were blown loudly.
He was deep in thought, suddenly stretched out a hand, and turned his palm several times in the void.
Then he saw that the strong wind blowing towards him actually changed its trajectory as it approached him, spinning along him and turning into a tornado.
Gu Chen was in the eye of the storm, and tornadoes were raging forward one after another.
“The world in this painting is truly a treasure!”
Gu Chen lamented that he could easily fall into the realm of enlightenment here, with all kinds of spells at his fingertips, and he could create them at will.
Bai Yuan followed Gu Chen's example and soon found himself inside the tornado.
One person and one monkey exchanged a few glances, and both of them grinned.
This place is not to be missed!
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An hour has passed since the last group of monks entered the landscape to return to their true nature, and Wang Qian of Taihao Immortal Sect, Ding Yao of Guanghan Palace and others have all left the painting one after another.
They are indeed the true successors of the Immortal Sect. Even the young casual cultivator who performed best in the front only lasted for half an hour and comprehended twenty-three spells. However, each of them took close to an hour, and the spells they comprehended were the worst.
The number also exceeds fifty.
The young casual cultivator was a young man with an honest appearance and a short stature. He was originally proud of himself, but when he saw that the true disciples of the Immortal Sect were so impressive, his expression couldn't help but dim.
Sure enough, compared to these geniuses with great inheritance, he is still far behind.
After the true disciples of each sect came out, they were most concerned about the situation of their competitors. When they found that they came out earlier than others, they all couldn't help but feel annoyed.
After an hour and a half, almost everyone came out and there started to be some commotion.
"How many people are left in the painting now, two and a half?"
Someone said with a surprised tone.
Why is it said two and a half?
Because the only people in the painting now are the true disciples of that day’s Dao Sect, the monks of the Gu clan, and a monkey!
The Tiandao Sect's orthodoxy was special, and many people were not surprised that Xiao Jing could persist to the end, but the fact that the Gu monks could persist to this point shocked many people.
In the inherent knowledge of the Fairy Continent, the monks of the Gu clan rely on their strong bloodline and have always cultivated their own magical powers.
With the power of Tyrant Blood, the magical powers it can derive are better than most spells in the world.
Let me ask you, if you have a top-level bloodline and can master a series of top-level magical powers, who would practice magic?
Therefore, it is beyond everyone's expectation that the monks of the Gu clan can persist for so long in the spell comprehension test!
What's even more outrageous is that even if the Gu monk persisted until now, the monkey next to him actually persisted too!
This makes many people wonder. Could it be that this painting of the return to the true nature of mountains and rivers treats different races differently?
When two hours had passed, the light flashed in the landscape and returned to its true nature, and Xiao Jing, who had extraordinary grace, walked out.
