I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 137
But without waiting for the vision to condense, Huo Taixian's Buzhou Mountain Seal in front of the desk shook slightly, and all the abnormal energy was restrained in an instant, and there was no more vision in the house.

In the nothingness, one after another air machine gathered, and Huo Taixian's body condensed and formed.

What is the power of Famo?
Famo is a very strange force!

If painting skills are a method to capture the laws of heaven and earth, then Famo is a method to sort the captured laws.

It was a very strange power, that power came from nothingness, appeared in Huo Taixian's body out of thin air, and then circulated in Huo Taixian's body.

At this time, the divine power in Huo Taixian's reincarnation bloodline trembled slightly, and then a little bit of energy burst out in the void. Before the newly born Famo Huo Taixian had time to perceive it, all of them had been transformed by the reincarnation bloodline, and transformed into reincarnation bloodlines. Divine power.

"Where's my Famo?" Huo Taixian blinked and stared at the void in front of his eyes. His own Famo had just been born, and before he could perceive the characteristics of Famo, it had already been swallowed by divine power.

"What level of power is the divine power?" Huo Taixian's eyes trembled, and the eyes were full of color:

"What exactly is divine power?"

Before Huo Taixian could figure it out, a piece of information from the obscure reincarnation blood flowed out and poured into Huo Taixian's mind:
Reincarnation simulation!

"Samsara's blood and divine power can be transformed into Famo. And it's still a first-grade Famo." Huo Taixian was shocked, his eyes full of curiosity:

"My bloodline?"

He was lost in thought at this moment, holding the paintbrush with his whole body, turning with the law of reincarnation, and the divine power in Huo Taixian's body transformed into a colored magic ink, which circulated in his meridians.

With a thought in his heart, he performed the formula, and the magic ink in his body rotated accordingly. Huo Taixian dropped the paintbrush in his hand, and a lifelike pure Yang sword appeared on the paper.

"Om~"

The vision gathered and was suppressed by Buzhou Shanyin, and a spirit on the scroll was fed back and poured into the magic ink in Huo Taixian's body, and Huo Taixian's eyes were full of wonder.

"This is Fa Mo?" Huo Taixian's eyes were full of curiosity.

Up to this point in practice, it can be regarded as having entered the Dao, and it will all depend on personal creation to reach that step in the future.

To the point where one can understand the laws of heaven and earth, one can naturally draw a picture scroll of a certain level of laws between heaven and earth.

Practice up to this point, all depends on the comprehension of the laws of heaven and earth, and the mastery of the laws of heaven and earth.

Keep painting, feed back through the scrolls, and increase the ink in the body.Then hone your painting skills, increase your understanding and mastery of the laws of heaven and earth, and absorb all kinds of incredible powers between heaven and earth.

When you can really touch the power of the laws of heaven and earth, then you will be in the realm of mythology.

Huo Taixian looked into the distance with his eyes, put his hands in his sleeves, raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes were full of emotion:

"I can't ask for it in ten years, but now I have entered the Tao, but it makes people feel a little strange."

French ink?

That's it?

It's not as good as the divine power in your own body!
"What is the divine power in my body?" Huo Taixian was full of puzzlement, and became more and more curious about the divine power in his body.

"Brother Huo." A crisp sound outside the door woke up Huo Taixian, and Babao came to Huo Taixian excitedly at this time, and took out a picture scroll from his arms like offering treasures:
"I met my patriarch, and my grandpa taught me a fairy picture scroll "Bound Immortal Rope"."

"The innate picture scroll in my body is still "The Rope Binding Immortals". You can choose a foundation building yourself." Babao stared at Huo Taixian with a pair of eyes, blinking his eyelashes flickeringly.

"Silly girl, keep it for yourself, I have already built the foundation." Huo Taixian stretched out his palm, colorful lights flickering: "You are very lucky, and there is a mythological picture scroll given by the Academy of Painting. You deserve to be selected to bring Those who enter the mountains are different from those who come to worship the mountains on their own initiative."

"Five-Colored Light is the best Dharma ink." Looking at the Dharma ink in Huo Taixian's hand, Babao couldn't help but his eyes lit up:

"Brother Huo, how did you build your foundation so quickly?"

"Brother Huo, who am I?" Huo Taixian pointed to the blank drawing board, pen, ink, paper and inkstone not far away: "The treasures have been prepared for you. You can paint in the small building, and then find inspiration to build a foundation."

Hearing Huo Taixian's words, Babao's eyes brightened: "Wow, are they all prepared for me? These are all genius treasures."

Turning to look at Huo Taixian: "Brother Huo, which picture scroll do you think I should use to build the foundation? Should I use the Xiantian scroll or the scroll of "Binding the Immortal Rope"?"

Huo Taixian looked at the golden rope in the girl's hand, and finally landed on the innate picture scroll: "If I were you, I would definitely use the innate picture scroll, which is imprinted with natural rules."

Huo Taixian couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he thought of the myth of the Twelve Raoshizi in the Academy of Natural Painting.

The Academy of Natural Painting has caused such a big battle, I'm afraid the plot is not small.In case of really doing something wrong in the future, after the Twelve True Inheritance Seed Certificates are on the Dao of Mythology, they will inevitably charge for the Academy of Natural Painting, and there will be danger at that time.

The benefits of the Academy of Natural Painting are not so easy to get.

"Is this a natural picture scroll? I have observed this natural picture scroll for more than ten years, and I have already understood it by heart." Babao said and put the jade into his body:

"I can enter the Tao in one swoop and practice the power of Famo."

After speaking, Babao walked to the table, picked up the paintbrush and was about to paint, when suddenly he heard an urgent voice from outside the door:

"Junior Sister Babao! Junior Sister Babao! Are you here?"

Babao paused, Huo Taixian looked out the window: "It's Wang Gaoqiu."

Babao looked at Huo Taixian, Huo Taixian nodded, and saw Babao pushed open the door and walked out: "Senior Brother Wang, what do you want me to do?"

"Did the patriarch give you the scroll of mythology?" Wang Gaoqiu asked out of breath.

"Yeah." Babao nodded.

"You can't use the mythological picture scrolls in the teaching to build a foundation! You remember, mistakes are a last resort, and you must never build a foundation with the mythological picture scrolls in the teaching." Wang Gaoqiu lowered his voice.

"Why?" Babao was taken aback.

"Fate!" Wang Gaoqiu looked around before lowering his voice and said, "The twelve picture scrolls bestowed by the Patriarch are all woven with the power of fate. If you build a foundation with the power, you will become a puppet, controlled by the fate of the Academy of Natural Painting in the dark."

"Is there such a thing?" Babao was taken aback.

Wang Gaoqiu nodded vigorously, otherwise why would he go to great lengths to capture the Chang'an map?That is to say, there is no hope of capturing Chang'an, so he has to come back to inherit the power of destiny of the Academy of Natural Painting.

Building a foundation with the picture scrolls of the Academy of Natural Painting, although it will be manipulated by fate in the dark, it is already a dream of many people.

It's just that he must tell Babao the truth before Babao enters Taoism, and let her make her own choice, instead of being plotted against by the Academy of Natural Painting in a ignorant state.

"This is the scroll of the true biography? The true biography has not been confirmed yet, why did the patriarch pass it on to me?" Babao was puzzled.

"What else can there be? It's decided by default." Wang Gaoqiu said angrily.

Huo Taixian in the distance couldn't help but sighed when he heard the words: "It's really beeping, there are special moves everywhere! The practice world is also like this."

"I see, thank you, Senior Brother Wang." Babao looked at Wang Gaoqiu: "Is there anything else, Senior Brother?"

Wang Gaoqiu was taken aback when he heard the words, then looked up and down at Babao, and then looked at Xiaozhu behind Babao: "You and Huo Taixian are just learning painting skills together, the cohabitation you mentioned earlier is just an insult, isn't it?"

Babao smiled shyly: "Brother Wang Gaoqiu, I have married Brother Huo as a concubine. Thank you very much today, and I will treat you to dinner when I have a chance."

After speaking, Babao smiled shyly and ran back to the house.

Huo Taixian looked at Wang Gaoqiu, who was in a daze outside the window, unwilling to believe, could not help but smile lightly, and then embraced Babao in his arms:
"The mythical seeds ordered in advance are really enviable to others, my baby is so lucky."

"I don't know how many people have been appointed by the Twelve True Biography." Huo Taixian said, and then changed the subject:

"You don't have to choose now, you have no choice."

"Yeah, I can only build the foundation with the scroll of innate luck. But this scroll of mythology is still very useful and can be used as a means of protecting the way." Babao smiled sweetly, pushed Huo Taixian away and walked to the drawing board:
"Brother has already entered the Tao, but I can't lose to others."

After speaking, he summoned the innate picture scroll in his body and took it in his hand, and then saw Babao wave the paintbrush, and saw the paintbrush jumping, sketching a lifelike line on the drawing board.

As the Eight Treasures scroll falls, a vivid innate picture scroll leaps onto the paper. At this moment, energy gathers in nothingness, precious lights flicker on the scroll, and a ray of spring breeze blows towards the face.

Little visions rose, as if in the endless forest, a round of bright moon slowly rose into the sky.

Then the congenital scroll in Babao's hand vibrated, and under Huo Taixian's shocked gaze, the jade ball disintegrated, resonated with the scroll transformed by Babao, and was gradually absorbed by the scroll transformed by Babao.

"This is the foundation of mythology! The real foundation of mythology!"

Huo Taixian's expression shook.

The first time a painter enters the Tao, he can be born with the help of ink and ink, and the inexplicable law that gathers in the void swallows the mother copy of the mythical scroll.

From then on, as long as you don't fall, you can go straight into the mythical wonderland.

Huo Taixian widened his eyes, watching this extremely shocking scene.

What is the quality of the mythological picture scroll? This is the only chance for ordinary monks to devour the mythology and take away the mythological background.

"The innate law of imprinting!" Huo Taixian reminded quickly.

Babao heard the words like waking up from a dream, and saw the mythical scroll flying out, leaving a bright full moon on Babao's shoulder.

Then the scroll turned into a jade bead and flew into Babao's chest.

The Qi mechanism in Babao's body changes, the colorful light flows, and the power of Dharma and ink in the body is born.

Colorful ink!

One product of French ink.

"Brother, I succeeded! I succeeded!" Babao opened his eyes, and threw himself into Huo Taixian's arms with excitement.

"Junior sister, what is your innate supernatural power?" Huo Taixian asked curiously.

"Moon." Babao said: "It turns out that the law of the moon is engraved on the innate picture scroll, and the original law of the moon is imprinted on the jade stone that fell from the moon."

"Senior brother, what is your supernatural power?" Babao's eyes revealed curiosity.

"Reincarnation." Huo Taixian didn't hide it either.

"Reincarnation? What is that?" Babao was taken aback.

"You'll know in the future." Huo Taixian walked around Babao's body with both hands: "You and I have a peek at the Dao today, so we should celebrate."

"Senior brother, don't want to." Babao's face showed a touch of shyness, and he fell into Huo Taixian's arms.

"Senior brother, next you want to bet with Cang Lu, and Cang Lu has a picture scroll of mythology, so you have a chance of winning?" Babao looked at Huo Taixian, his eyes were full of complaints:
"Why didn't you say hello, and built the foundation in advance? No matter how bad it is, I can go to my father and ask for a mythological scroll."

(End of this chapter)