The attack is already creeping in.

Zuo Qingtian could feel the sound of the dragon and phoenix unicorn roaring in the sky and unconsciously began to shake the soul, and slowly his ears lost his hearing, but the soul sea roared like thunder.

And the scene of the ancient demon god in front of him has also disappeared, and it has become a very abstract picture, and the soul seems to be able to feel that it is still a dragon, a phoenix, or a unicorn, but visually it can only see strange distortions.

The world has become abstract.

It's as if everything is an image, as is the sound, and so is the picture.

This is...... The sound of the voice, the elephant is invisible?

It is detached from the traditional five elements of yin and yang, time and space, life and death...... Rather, it is sound and image, hearing and sight, from the outside to the inside, straight to the soul, and return to chaos.

Is this also chaos?

Maybe.

Before chaos opened, it could have been so abstract.

Zuo Qingtian didn't know if it was, in short, he really hadn't been exposed to similar attack patterns.

The effect is also obvious...... If he can't break free from this state, he will be in this state for the rest of his life.

In the midst of strange chaos, it is like entering a special realm, becoming an exiled wandering ghost.

Thinking of this, Zuo Qingtian has a certain degree of familiarity, exile and sealing, and his research can still be related to the commonality. It can be seen that the new way in the world cannot be separated from the origin of the avenue, at least in terms of the specific feedback of attack and defense, the damage weakening control banishment and imprisonment seal is always a manifestation, and there will never be a gratuitous person gone.

Since there is an embodiment, there is a trajectory of cracking.

A blood-colored vortex appeared in Zuo Qingtian's palm.

I don't know the specific intention of the other party to draw the shape of the ancient demon god, maybe it is necessary for some kind of medium, but it is a good thing for Zuo Qingtian. Although they are all fake, in fact, as long as they have their form, they have a certain spirituality, and if the demon gods still have divinity, it is the way to descend from the gods. This is all too familiar to a phaseless person of the way of a witch god.

It is also available.

In the blood-colored whirlpool, the blood shadows of the demon gods continued to intertwine and emerge, and that trace of spirituality was accurately captured, turning into flesh and blood life, and then from life to death, into a rich life and blood, and shattered through the void in this realm.

His own power has nowhere to start, but he borrows the spirituality of this realm itself, turns into the blood of the demon god, and becomes a fuse to break through this realm.

In the void, Ju Yunxiu couldn't help but admire, the Lord of the Witch God was the Lord of the Witch God, and his understanding of the Great Dao was far from being comparable to those of the Witch God Sect who had come into contact before. If it was not He Gui's soul that everyone met back then, but his Zuo Qingtian, even if he didn't mention the difference in strength, but in terms of law understanding, everyone's grave grass should be three feet tall now.

But just as Zuo Qingtian broke through the boundary, a cloud of mud suddenly came up.

The dead air collided with the mud, and the mud became sparse, but there was a seed attached to the blood, and it lingered.

Zuo Qingtian could already see Xu Budo and Ju Yunxiu standing in the void in front of him.

He looked down at the seeds in his palm, frowned, and said, "What does this mean?"

He didn't ask questions about what was so abstract before, but at this time, a seed that understood so clearly was inexplicable to him.

Because the seed itself has no power.

The aura is very strong, and it may be very powerful to grow into some heavenly treasure, but at present, it is really just a pure seed.

Xu Budo grinned: "You turn into death, I mold life, that's all." ”

As he spoke, the seed suddenly sprouted.

Zuo Qingtian's expression changed drastically.

He found that all the flesh and blood of the demon god he had condensed just now had become the sustenance of this seed, and this seemingly inconspicuous seed was frantically competing with him for blood qi, and then he couldn't grab this kind of seed.

There is no demon god here, it's just the meager spirituality in the painting, it is Lao Tzu's divine power that condenses and evolves the blood of the demon god, why did you snatch this inexplicable seed?

The most annoying thing is that you can't grab it!

"When it comes to the ability to absorb soil nutrients and break through the soil regardless of everything, people are obviously no better than any grass. Xu Budo smiled and said: "Of course, there is nothing to fight for nutrients between the general grass and trees and Your Excellency, but I am also incompatible." ”

Wandao Immortal Palace, the way of agriculture.

In just such a sentence, the spirituality of those demon gods had been completely absorbed, and the seeds turned into a piece of grass, which could not be attached to Zuo Qingtian's hands.

Then...... began to frantically absorb Zuo Qingtian's own flesh and mana.

It's okay to say "shape life, that's all......" but now it's starting to kill you.

Zuo Qingtian was not surprised, he was shocked by his luck, and he wanted to shake this piece of green grass away. The grass hung low and swayed, but it was not shaken away after all.

"Don't look at the delicate grass, the wind that can break the giant tree blows, and the grass is still alive and well. I wanted to pull it out, but I found that the roots of people were much deeper than what I saw outside, but it was not easy to pull out, let alone a knot. Xu did not doubt explain responsibly.

In fact, if you don't explain it, Zuo Qingtian can understand it himself, and even Zuo Qingtian knows why Xu Budo has such a cheap mouth and just wants to explain.

Because he really wants the world to know what the ancient new way is, what is the difference between it and traditional immortal arts, and ...... Isn't it more like a fairy than throwing a fireball and splitting a thunderbolt?

This is the desire of the founder to preach that cannot be hidden.

The sermon was preached on the dignified and unphased......

Zuo Qingtian didn't know whether to be angry or laughing. The inexplicable painting and sound, the inexplicable way of farming, are incompatible with the conventional fairy painting style, but they do not deviate from the truth of the world at all. If it is a weekday battle, Zuo Qingtian may be very happy and have the fun of fighting.

However, at this moment, it is a battle of life and death, although Zuo Qingtian is belligerent, he is not a martial idiot who does not want to die, and his life is even more important.

While controlling his flesh and blood from being absorbed, he quickly grabbed the piece of grass in his hand with the other hand, and directly tore off a large piece of his own flesh and blood, and the blood gushed out, but the piece of grass finally had nothing to rely on, and fell into the void and quickly withered.

However, the painting world is closed, and he is in that state of abstract exile, unable to get out.

From beginning to end, Zuo Qingtian was trying to crack the new path, and he didn't even send out an attack.

He didn't care about the flow of his blood, silently replied to the somewhat disordered qi and blood in his body, and suddenly said: "You two are here with me, so you are not afraid that Tian Songzi will slaughter your disciples?"

Xu Budo smiled and didn't answer.

Zuo Qingtian understood: "The two of you are mainly trying to trap me, because you are not sure to kill me." In other words, I look forward to the other side being able to kill Tian Songzi first, and then meet up to kill me...... You have also set up stronger hands to deal with the pine nuts. ”

"It's not that I deliberately arranged to kill anyone first. Xu Budo said honestly: "Separating you is the work of the gambling sect, you have not been able to resist the gambling sect's strange tricks, but they can't do accurate distribution, they can only roll the dice randomly." You're lucky, get us here, and the pine nuts are a little less lucky......"

"......" Zuo Qingtian was extremely solemn: "Who is lurking here?"

"It's not. Xu Budo is still honest: "It's just that Tiansongzi doesn't have horses, we have it." ”

............

The position randomly assigned by Tian Songzi was exactly the same as what Zuo Qingtian saw.

Dragons and phoenixes soar, unicorns roar, demons and gods dance, gluttony is fighting poor strange.

It can be seen that all areas are actually one arrangement......

"It's just a mural pretending to be a ghost. Tian Songzi looked at it, because he was too familiar with these ethnic groups.

The phoenix is not one.

Why was Meng Qingying called the Phoenix Emperor in his previous life, not the Phoenix? It was not an intentional fake, nor was it a pure emperor's intention, but because it was the first phoenix in the beginning, with multicolored patterns, not monochrome patterns. So it can be reduced to five in itself. After that, new phoenixes continue to be born and evolved from the gate, and at this time they are all monochromatic phoenixes, as its subordinates, and then multiply into a race.

As long as his boss is a single dog, and the others are all in pairs, Meng Qingying recalled his previous life and burst into tears, I don't know how he survived, it was too miserable.

It's far away, in short, the Heavenly Palace enslaved many dragons and phoenixes at this time, as well as the unicorn...... It's all mounts.

Tian Songzi's mount is a unicorn.

If you want to break this kind of painting, the real unicorn appears, and the fake nature is broken......

Tian Songzi waved his sleeves, auspicious clouds rose, and a small unicorn jumped out.

As if to say, I have horses too.

"Go ahead, tear up this fake painting. Tian Songzi pointed forward: "It is a big blasphemy to pretend to be a unicorn." ”

The little unicorn looked at the mural for a long time in a daze, and suddenly roared in ecstasy.

And then...... A hoof kicked into the chest.

Tian Songzi: "???"

At the same time, there was a terrifying coercion in the sky, colorful auspicious clouds like wind and thunder, and a snow-white unicorn with a furious rage stepped viciously on his head.

The murals in this area do look the same as elsewhere...... The difference is that the paintings in other areas are all fake, while the paintings in this area are ...... There's a little bit of really.

The dragon and phoenix are fake, and the unicorn is real.