The first realm, the second realm, and the third realm, Chu Yun only spent three days, and he almost mastered it.

The fourth realm, involving the mystery of the soul and the way of creation, took Chu Yun a year to master.

In the fifth realm, it was very difficult to draw the world, and it took Chu Yun thirty years to master it thoroughly.

The sixth realm, the painting of the five elements, involves the changes of the five elements. And the harmonious avenue of Chu Yun's cultivation itself contains the changes of the five elements, just as the so-called one trick is a hundred tricks, and after a hundred years, it has also been practiced.

The seventh realm, turning yin and yang, is more difficult again. After 300 years, the cultivation was completed.

In the eighth realm, drawing reincarnation, the difficulty soared rapidly, and Chu Yun walked towards consummation.

And when he was moving towards the ninth realm, Chu Yun encountered a jam and was stuck on the threshold of the ninth realm, making it difficult to make any progress.

The ninth realm is the most difficult part, and it is also the truly profound realm of painting.

With a stroke in hand, if you can draw the Great Dao of the Heavens, what kind of realm is it?

Chu Yun sighed, from the eighth realm to the ninth realm, it seemed that there was only one step, but this step was still dozens of times more difficult than from the first realm to the eighth realm, hundreds of times.

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

A thousand years later, Chu Yun left West Kunlun.

In these years of getting along, Chu Yun's relationship with the Queen Mother of the West has become deeper and deeper, and he has gradually fallen in love with this innocent woman.

That year, Chu Yun and the Queen Mother of the West sat opposite each other, drinking fine wine, but they drank a little high. So, in a daze, the two began to roll up the sheets and lived a life without shame.

Everything is so beautiful, Chu Yun is immersed in the gentle township, wanting to be drunk forever. It's a pity, there are still things to do.

In the midst of the tears in the eyes of the Queen Mother of the West, Chu Yun still gritted his teeth and left.

Before parting, he gave the Queen Mother of the West a drop of the blood of the Heavenly Dao.

Between a mountain range, Chu Yun stopped and inquired about the big events of the flood famine.

During this period of time. The various forces of the flood are fighting, constantly eliminating, the weak disappearing, or joining forces, the strong have become stronger, now as long as there are three major forces, one is the overseas monk force led by the Eastern Prince, the other is the powerful force with the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan as the core, and the third is the demon clan force dominated by Emperor Jun and Taiyi.

Three major forces. began to fight, began to fight bloodily, and there were countless battles large and small, but both sides were restrained.

Before there is no overwhelming advantage, the decisive battle of life and death will not start at all, so as not to end up in the tragedy of the three clans.

And in the desolate world, some great powers are busy comprehending the knowledge in the Zixiao Palace. There is simply no time to mix and fight. It also calmed down a lot and entered a rare period of peace.

"This time, it will definitely succeed!"

Chu Yun took a deep breath, sat on the ground, took out the inkstone, and took out the brush. The paper was taken out, everything was ready, and it was time to start drawing.

A drop of ancestral blood fell into the inkstone, and Chu Yun lifted the brush. Dip in the ink, brush the dots, and start drawing.

Where a stroke falls, it is like Mount Tai.

The place painted by one stroke is like a mountain and a sea.

Everywhere you go, it's like an avenue.

Chu Yun began to paint, one by one the mountains were formed, one by one the rivers were formed, one by one the oceans were formed, as well as the sun and moon in the sky, the stars in the sky, the endless void and so on......

At first, I started to draw quickly, but gradually I started to draw slowly, and it seemed that every time I put down the brush, I had to think for a long time.

Time is passing little by little, and most of the general topography of the entire flood desolation appears on the paper, with the desolate land in the north, the endless volcano in the south, Mount Meru and Lake in the west, Kunlun in the east, and the coast of the East China Sea.

There are also some small areas, the Five Great Demon Realms, the Remnant Realm of Brute Beasts, the Bottom of the Lost Valley, the Dragon Ancestral Land, the Origin Altar, and so on.

There are also the stars in the sky, the sun star, and the sun star.

The whole barren mountains and rivers are so big, and the world is so vast, all of them fall on the paper, and everything seems to be missing.

It's just that Chu Yun is still not satisfied, and he still continues to write and paint, continuing to make up for his shortcomings.

If you don't do it, you can do it best;

If you don't draw, it's best to draw if you want to.

Time was passing, and the more he got to the back, the slower Chu Yun's pen became.

Time is passing, and drops of ancestral blood have become ink, constantly painting.

Soon the time of a thousand taels has passed.

For this painting, Chu Yun consumed a million drops of ancestral blood, which almost occupied more than half of the ancestral blood in his body.

It's just that Chu Yun doesn't care, just to paint it, just for the final consummation.

In the first 1,600 years, the last stroke fell, Chu Yun breathed a sigh of relief, just because the painting was over, it had reached the point where there was no more, and if there was one more painting, it would feel more, and one less painting would feel less.

Buzz!

This painting is already his pinnacle work, and it is almost impossible to surpass it.

Buzz!

As the painting was finished, I saw that the void was trembling, and a majestic momentum swept away, sweeping in all directions of the desolation, between heaven and earth, countless spiritual energy swept and poured into the painting.

An ethereal aura was derived, and a vast force fluctuated.

At this moment, the power of the flood was perceived.

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun opened his eyes, glanced at them, and closed them again.

Everything, it seems, indifferent.

And the picture scroll trembled, only to see the stars in the sky flickering, countless stars trembling, one after another, into the picture scroll, nourishing the picture scroll, so that the picture scroll has undergone an amazing transformation, the grade of the picture scroll is rapidly improving, and it has quickly become a low-grade innate spiritual treasure.

At this time, the earth trembled, and countless Xuanhuang Qi surged out and poured into the picture scroll, and immediately the grade was upgraded again, turning into a medium-grade innate spirit treasure.

Woooooo

The whistling sound came, and countless remnant souls appeared, these were all powerful remnants that had fallen since ancient times, but at this moment, they poured into the picture scroll, and immediately the grade was raised again, turning into a top-grade innate spirit treasure.

Boom Boom Boom!

Inside the void tent, one after another clouds appeared, lightning and thunder, and countless thunderbolts bombarded the picture scroll.

The scroll trembled, absorbing it like a whale.

The clouds appeared, bombarding continuously, for three days in a row, before they dispersed.

And the power absorbed by the picture scroll has been refined again, and it has become the best innate spirit treasure.

At this time, one by one, great powers appeared, looking at the picture scroll in the void, and immediately their eyes showed a crazy color, crazy for this superb innate spirit treasure.

In order to compete for the treasure, the tragic fight began.

Man dies for money, and birds die for food.

Every time a powerful magic weapon appears, there will always be a tragic fight, a life-and-death contest, and there will always be bloody rain.

Chu Yun watched all this silently.

At this point, he was invisible, and no one was aware of his presence.

Ten days later, countless monks fell, and the remaining monks snatched away, hoping to reap the spoils.

At this moment, the scroll shook, and the remaining monks were swept into it and entered the world of the painting. After a moment or three, they were all strangled and turned into tonics.

Many monks were swallowed up by the scroll and turned into advanced energy, and the grade of the scroll was raised again, becoming an innate treasure. (To be continued......)