Qin Guang was shocked: "The God of Literature gave you a sap?"
Qin Qian snorted coldly: "I decided to give up my identity as the Lord of Power and continue to stay in the Creation Period, so my realm declined. Otherwise, how would that bastard have a chance?"
Qin Guang laughed out loud: "But that's not right. 130 million years ago, the scholar with the iron mask was not born yet. He should have never seen him."
Qin Qian was confused. At this moment, he suddenly thought of something, and said in a low voice to Qin Guang: "Go to Wenshumen, go to their Wenshen Temple, and show me what's inside."
Qin Guang was stunned: "Now?"
"Yes! Immediately!"
Qin Qian gritted his teeth.
Qin Guang thought for a moment and nodded slightly.
He is not worried that Wen Shumen will take action against him.
Qin Qian hasn't finished his work yet. If Wen Shumen dares to take action against him this time, it will be unless he really wants to destroy the family.
Qin Qian's San Gong may force the Qin family to lose a critical member, but if Qin Qian fights desperately, with Qin Qian's strength, he will definitely be able to kill several major forces. Pull them all down.
At that time, except for the critical point in this creation period, no one else can survive.
Qin Guang went straight to Wenshumen.
Inside Wenshumen, there is a Wen Temple.
This place is always closed on weekdays and is dedicated to worship the statue of Wen Shen.
Qin Guang arrived.
The disciples of Wen Shumen suddenly felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and they all jumped into the air: "Qin Guang, what do you mean?"
Qin Guang said coldly: "I want to enter the Wen Temple, get out of here!"
Whoosh!
At this time, the old man from Wen Shumen walked out and said in a low voice: "Qin Guang, your Qin family wants to start a war with me, Wen Shumen?"
Qin Guang glanced at the old man at the critical point, but he was not afraid at all. He sneered: "Start a war? Are you Wen Shumen worthy of you? I am ordered by my father to go to the Wen Temple to have a look today. Which of you? If you dare to stop me, give it a try."
After saying this, Qin Guang flew straight to the Wen Temple.
The disciples of Wen Shu Sect turned pale.
At this time, the door owner also walked out.
The old man said in a low voice: "Master, we don't care?"
The sect leader sighed: "It's not easy to control. It would be fine if it was just Qin Gan. But now Chu Yan is still in the San Gong realm. Once Qin Gan is San Gong, if he doesn't attack other forces, he will keep an eye on our Wenshu Sect. What do you think?" Can you and I defeat the two of them if we just spread our strength?"
The old man was silent and shook his head: "It's difficult."
The sect master laughed: "Is it difficult? You are quite confident in yourself. From my point of view, there is no chance at all. I can't beat Old Monster Qin, and you will most likely not be able to defeat Chu Yan. You have no chance of winning."
The old man is silent.
At this time, the door owner suddenly said: "But Qin Guang suddenly came and why did he insist on going to our Wen Temple? By the way, have you seen those paintings on the iron plate? That sloppy old man, I think there is something wrong It’s a bit familiar.”
The old man took a look and nodded: "It's quite familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it before."
squeak--
At this time, Qin Guang pushed open the door of the Wen Temple alone.
Then the corner of his mouth twitched.
I saw a statue of a god in the Wen Temple.
The owner of the statue was the God of Literature back then.
Handsome.
It's just that the literary god in this statue is not sitting cross-legged or standing, but is fighting with a sloppy old man, pushing the sloppy old man to the ground and beating him.
Qin Guang: "..."
Isn't this old man my father?
Behind, the old man and the door owner also saw the statue and suddenly thought: "Isn't the old man in the iron mask painting the same old man? Who is this old man?"
This statue of the God of Literature was carved by the God of Literature himself. He always told his students that this was the highlight of his life and must be preserved.
Later, Wen Shumen continued to worship it.
But who the old man is, no one in Wen Shumen actually knows.
Everyone guessed that he must be a powerful character.
Otherwise, Wen Shen wouldn’t say it was his highlight moment.
Of course, the Qin Qian here is the Qin Qian 130 million years ago. Although he was a bit old at that time, he was still very young, and there is a big gap between him and now.
Qin Guang is his biological son, so he can naturally recognize him. However, these people in Wen Shumen are not familiar with him and have never seen Qin Qian before.
Qin Guang said with a dark face: "Is this statue carved by the God of Literature himself?"
The master of Wenshu Sect responded: "Yes."
Qin Guang nodded: "Okay, just wait."
Then he turned around and left.
It didn't say anything about destroying the statues.
This toy must have been carved by the God of Literature. If you want revenge, you have to seek out the God of Literature.
Wouldn't there be no evidence if it was destroyed?
Wen Shu Sect Master and Lao Chan were confused for a while: "What does he mean?"
"I don't know, just take a look? Is it okay?"
At this time, the leader of Wenshu Sect stared at the old man in the statue for a while, and suddenly said: "Xue Kuang, please help me take a look, this old man... why does he look more and more like Old Weird Qin?"
Xue Kuang is the name of an old scholar from the school of learning.
Crazy for learning.
The old man turned around and glanced at the image, then looked at Qin Qian in the King's City from a distance, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Brother, be more confident and change the word "image". Isn't this Old Weird Qin?"
Wen Shu Sect Master: "..."
The two of them now knew why Qin Guang came.
My master was also ill, so he left a statue behind. What was the purpose of carving the inside of it for Old Monster Qin?
"What to do now?"
"How about... dismantling the statue?"
Whoosh!
At this time, Qin Guang flew back again. He sneered and said, "My father said that you should keep this statue until the God of Literature returns. If he cannot see this statue, he will destroy you."
Old man: "..."
Wen Shu Sect Master: "..."
The two of them had a headache.
…
Human King City.
Qin Qian gritted his teeth.
Especially when he saw Chu Yan riding 'himself' on the ground and beating him.
to be honest……
Chu Yan didn't even recognize who this bad old man was. He waved his hand and slapped Qin Qian's face. He also raised his head and smiled at the hard-faced scholar: "I'm a little curious. Who is this bad old man? Let me see. The people you painted before were all pretty good, at least they were all known by their names, but this old man seems a bit out of place among them."
The hard-faced scholar has a dark face.
He didn't know who this old man was.
He just knew that he would see this old man every time he visited the Wenshen Statue.
He had always thought that the person who could be recognized by the ancestors of the gods as his highlight moment must be a powerful character. He thought that it might be the human ancestor, or some top existence in ancient times, but he didn't know who it was.
Anyway, I drew it because I thought it was awesome.
Snapped!
Chu Yan took out his palm and slapped 'Qin Qian' to death. At this time, most of the paintings of the Iron-faced Scholar were killed, and there were only a few left. He said with a smile: "Your paintings are not strong enough. , is there anything more powerful?"
The hard-faced scholar has a dark face.
He has already lost 2 albums and still cannot win.
He has always believed that his methods are very powerful, which he has sustained through tens of millions of years of hard work.
As a painter, the longer he accumulates and the more paintings he draws, the stronger he becomes.
And he is different from ordinary people. Some people are also good at group attacks, summons, etc., but they all consume strength.
He is not. Every time he paints, he will inject power into it in advance, so when he uses the scroll to attack, it will not actually affect his own combat effectiveness.
For a painter like him, the longer you give him, the stronger he becomes.
Of course, there is an embarrassing point for a painter like him.
The paintings he made when he was in the early stage of the Four-Dimensional Realm have always been of the early stage of the Four-Dimensional Realm.
It won't become stronger just because his strength increases.
It didn't take long for him to reach the peak of the fourth dimension, only more than 10 million years.
And the four-dimensional masterpiece painting... is too difficult.
His paintings are not just done with a few strokes of the pen, but also with the power of thousands of ways to be injected into the scroll.
One painting would consume millions of years of his time.
The tough-faced scholar gritted his teeth: "Chu Yan, you forced me to do this!"
Then, he took out another scroll and threw it away.
Buzz!
The picture scroll seemed to be activated the moment it was thrown out. The cover of the book was opened quickly, as if the waistband was removed by the strong wind. The whole book fell apart from the shelf, and the pages flew out quickly.
What's surprising is that most of the pages in this picture album are just blank sheets of paper. They have not been painted on, nor do they contain any great power.
But 3 of them have paintings on them!
And it’s a very powerful painting!
Buzz!
At this time, three terrifying figures broke free from the drawing paper, broke out of the paper, and gradually transformed into three human figures.
When someone saw these three figures, countless people's pupils shrank.
"This is...the God of War, the God of Literature, and the God of Spirits?"
During the creation period, countless people's pupils shrank.
Just because these three people are so famous, countless people recognize them.
These three people were a god of war, a god of literature, and the founder of the Spiritual Sect, who was the mount of God and was later named a spiritual god.
Qilin's expression also changed at this time: "Tie Mian, you are blaspheming our ancestors!"
The tough-faced scholar said in a low voice: "No, all the people I paint are people I respect, so I will paint them."
Qilin said nothing.
Because he was also in the painting of The Hard-faced Scholar just now.
Buzz!
At this time, three scroll gods appeared, and a terrifying wave of air suddenly arose between heaven and earth.
The smell is extremely terrifying.
The three of them stood there, feeling as if they were in harmony with heaven and earth.
Qin Guang looked at him from a distance and his pupils shrank: "San Gong Realm? These three scrolls are all of strong people in the San Gong Realm?"
Qin Gan nodded and said seriously: "This boy is extraordinary. These three paintings should have been created after he reached the peak of the fourth dimension. If he is given enough time, he can even draw an army's San Gong alone."
Come here."
Qin Guang nodded, turned around and said to Qin Qian: "Dad, I remember that the power that Wen Shen was good at back then was drawing Taoism. Can Wen Shen do this?"
Qin Qian nodded: "Yes, the reason why the God of Literature was so famous back then was, firstly, because of his wisdom and advice for the Lord, and secondly, because of the other party's painting skills! I remember that God had not yet unified the creation period, and had no relationship with the Lord.
When evil spirits are fighting, the Wen Shen alone uses his tens of millions of years of knowledge in one day, and one person is as good as an army."
Qin Guang frowned: "Isn't this kind of person invincible?"
How long has it been since Wen Shen disappeared?
For hundreds of millions of years, if the other party has not fought with anyone in these hundreds of millions of years and has been concentrating on painting...
How many scrolls does Wen Shen have now?
There must be tens of thousands of them?
You know, the God of Literature is the master of power.
If there were a fight, and the other party would randomly throw out tens of thousands of Lords of Power... who would be the opponent?
Qin Qian said lightly: "It's not that exaggerated. At the level of the Lord of Power, if he wants to draw a figure of the Lord of Power, he needs to pour all his own power into it. Coupled with his own recovery time, a painting
It may take millions of years, or even nearly tens of millions of years."
