Mr. Er didn't speak, and he didn't say anything like you may not be able to kill me, Mohai branched out a tributary and flowed towards him, and where he passed, Qionglou Yuyu was born, and a magnificent palace rose from the ground, resounding with the sound of bells and drums, so that the few clouds and mist that were left in the natural sky completely dissipated.

The animals in the mountains and forests in the distance all raised their heads, and the tiger that had just eaten a full meal also looked up.

The big fish jumping in the clear lake exposed half of their bodies and lay quietly on the water, and the flowers and plants on the ground were bent down, revealing the white snow.

Snow-capped mountains farther away began to collapse, and snowflakes that had been building up on the mountain for an unknown number of years rolled down like an avalanche.

There are no tribes of desolate people around here, and the peaks of the large avalanche will naturally not bury pedestrians, and the ground has increased by nearly 100 meters, looking like a heavy snowfall.

The sound of bells and drums shattered the mountain peak through the snow, and dirt and stones fell on the snow, sinking deep into the soft white snow.

The leaves of the sacred tree fell, and the wooden house was no longer there, and it was in ruins.

A small pond in the courtyard was still very stable, and there was a slight ripple on the water, and the frog was clutching the corner of the ruffle and floating up and down, looking up at the movement in the sky.

Sitting in a well and watching the sky is actually different from sitting in a pond and watching the sky, because the sky at the mouth of the well is only as big as the wellhead, but the sky on the pond is really that big.

Mr. Two listened to the sound of the bell and drum, and the invisible fluctuations impacted his body, making the snow behind him turn into powder and become softer, but he stood on the sky and raised his hand against the palace.

The strength of that hand was very light, but this very light hand held down Qiong Lou Yuyu, who was constantly growing.

Mr. Er's body suddenly overflowed with a kind of light, or it is not accurate to describe it as light, his body obviously did not have any changes, but all the sunlight in the world was absorbed into his body, but the sunlight fell on his body but did not light up, as if it was absorbed by the abyss.

He stood in the sky, obviously he was in this world, but he gave people a feeling of being outside, which also made Su Shengwan understand why the sun fell on his body but did not shine.

Because although Mr. Two is standing in front of him, he is actually standing in another place.

"It seems that your divine cultivation is about to be completed, and if it weren't for this battle, maybe ten years later

Opportunity to set foot in the Six Realms. ”

Su Shengwan looked at him with some surprise and spoke.

The Six Realms is a realm that is difficult to set foot in, and no one in the world today has risen except Xiao Boru, which can be seen from this, Hugh said that it is a decade, even if it is dozens of decades, it may not be able to step on half a step.

Some cultivators may only take ten years to go from the first realm to the fifth realm, but it may take hundreds of years and thousands of years for them to go from the fifth realm to the sixth realm.

Purely speaking, the Six Realms are not a realm, but a level.

He can't rely on simple cultivation to improve, but more needs to understand, the understanding of the Tao and the heart.

At present, Su Shengwan said that ten years later, Mr. Second has the opportunity to set foot in the Six Realms, and naturally agrees that his perception of the Tao and the heart is enough, which is a great recognition.

Mr. Two said: "No one knows what will happen in ten years, but what is now is the most important." ”

Su Shengwan nodded, this is indeed very reasonable: "I haven't seen Mr. Big and Mr. Three, Mr. Three must be very good, but if I think Mr. Big must be inferior to you." ”

Everyone knows that the most outstanding of the six disciples of the high priest Congpu are Mr. Big and Mr. Three, but now Su Shengwan says that Mr. Two is better than Mr. Big.

This is not to sow discord, but it is true.

In terms of strength, the current Mr. Two is not as good as Mr. Big, but Mr. Two is knowledgeable enough, and he has the most thorough understanding of his own heart, so he is very close to the Six Realms, and he will definitely have the opportunity to set foot in ten years, which is stronger.

Mr. Two smiled and said, "When Senior Brother comes out of the Void Realm, you will naturally know that he is stronger than me." ”

Su Sheng sighed late and said, "Then it seems that I have to wait and see." ”

Mr. Two escaped from the other dimension and stood in the middle of this world again, and the sunlight fell on his body and began to flow like a stream, and finally all gathered into the palm of his hand.

His hand pressed against Qionglou Yuyu, and the sunlight on his palm covered all the palaces.

The walls of the palace began to crack, countless rays of sunlight spilled out in all directions, the buildings began to collapse, the sound of bells and drums that resounded all around disappeared, the tigers in the mountains and forests lowered their heads, and the big fish in the clear pond fell.

Everything that was born around them shattered, and it was as if it had never existed.

That hand was light, like it was

A willow leaf falling on a bluestone wall.

But it was such a light hand that destroyed all the Qionglou Yuyu in an instant, the sea of ink became dry, the Qinghe evaporated, and the seeds and flowers floating in the air disappeared.

Nothingness is the absence of everything.

Su Shengwan held an ink pen to bloom the world, and Mr. Two controlled the divine cultivation ditch and connected the heavens and the earth, condensed the black hole, and took charge of the destruction.

The powerful spiritual power weaved a large net between heaven and earth, and each silk thread shimmered like smoke and dust, and this net shrouded everyone's heads, as if to envelop them all.

Bai Yutang's speed was fast, but he didn't dodge, he just looked up at this scene, watching the big net fall from the top of his head.

Lu Qinghou stood with his sword in his hand, his sharp eyes always staring at the seven desolate master who were still watching the battle not far away.

They were not in a hurry to make a move, but were looking at the two battlefields above the sky.

The battlefield above the sky didn't show much movement, but from the flickering sword light at that time, you could feel the danger and coldness in it.

Su Shengwan stepped on the broken wooden boat, the small wooden boat floated in the sea of dry ink, the pen in his hand dripped ink down, and the white paper above his head seemed to crack a crack.

"I used to think about what is considered a masterpiece of painting, I thought about this question for a long time, until I met a little girl in West Cliff City, she was not very old, only four or five years old, standing in front of the city every day with charcoal to draw on a big stone, she painted a lot of strange things, some things even I have never seen, I was curious and asked what she was drawing. ”

Su Shengwan's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face, as if he was recalling a very happy thing.

The second gentleman did not speak, but listened quietly.

Su Shengwan continued: "She said that she didn't know, she hadn't left West Cliff City, and she hadn't seen too many things, so all the things she painted were things she imagined. ”

"From that moment I understood that the so-called masterpiece of painting is not about painting, but about creation. ”

He looked up at the huge net in the sky and raised his pen to draw a huge cross.

"To create something that has never appeared before in this world is called the culmination of painting!"

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