I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 229 The Origin of the Painting World
Since when did his ghost master suffer from such uselessness?

Not to mention being teased in the underworld, but when he came to the yang world, he was stuck in the barrier between the two realms.

The face of the majestic master of the ghost world was completely lost.

There was a hint of hostility in the ghost master's eyes, he secretly locked Huo Taixian's position, and then stepped out of his body and directly merged into time and space.

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Huo Taixian was planning to enshrine the gods, how to push King Duan to the emperor's ninety-five supreme throne, suddenly a creepy horror emerged out of thin air, and before Huo Taixian could turn his mind, the space in front of him was like fragments, shattered inch by inch .

A big hand with bony bones appeared from the shattered nothingness, wrapped in the turbulent flow of space, and patted towards Huo Taixian.

At the critical moment, the Taigong in his body tried to protect himself, and saw that the lantern in Taigong's hand suddenly flickered with a little fluorescent light, and then the void in front of his eyes twisted and fluctuated, and the power of the ghost claw that was photographed weakened gradually after contacting the light, and finally turned into a The breeze dissipated between heaven and earth.

At this time, Huo Taixian was deeply trapped in the turbulent flow of space, unable to escape from the turbulent flow of space at all, and disappeared under the wave of space.

The ghost lord hit the stone and shook the sky, and the power fluctuations of space shattering spread, and all the powerful people in Haojing were shocked, and they all looked up at Duanwang's mansion at this time.

"Bastard, who dares to act presumptuously in my Great Zhou?" The Patriarch Da Zhou stepped out from the inner deep palace, but before he arrived, the ghost master had already quietly left.

Grandpa Zhou looked at the turbulence in the air, the terrifying ghostly aura, and couldn't help shrinking his pupils: "The power of the ghost master! Impossible! Isn't the ghost master stuck in the barrier between the two worlds? How could he appear in Haojing?" ? And he shot out brazenly, even the space was shattered."

"Who made the move in Haojing?" At this moment, there was a fluctuation in the space, and Bi You, the ancestor of Shengtian Painting Academy, also appeared in the field.

"Ghost master!" Patriarch Da Zhou gritted his teeth and said.

"Impossible, the avatar of the ghost master is stuck in the passage between the two worlds, how could it appear here?" Bi You's voice was full of disbelief.

"Who in Prince Duan's mansion is worthy of the ghost master's attack? Prince Duan is just a human prince, and he is not worthy of the ghost master personally coming to deal with him." Patriarch Da Zhou looked puzzled.

And he could sense that Duan Wang's aura was still in good condition without any change.

"Huo Taixian! Huo Taixian is gone! This is Huo Taixian's room!" Patriarch Biyou was startled, his eyes full of anxiety:

"Huo Taixian is gone! Huo Taixian is gone!"

Whoever's cub is distressed!

Patriarch Da Zhou's first thought was Duan Wang, while Patriarch Bi You's first thought was Huo Taixian.

"I went to the southwestern land to check. The ghost master was obviously stuck in the passage between the two worlds. How could he suddenly escape from trouble?" Patriarch Bi You's eyes showed a hint of anger.

Let's say that the ghost master succeeded in one attack, and he left Haojing without a word, and when he reappeared, he was already outside the capital.

At this time, Fang Sheng and others were already waiting outside the city of Haojing.

"Old Ancestor, did you succeed?" Seeing the ghost master walking out of nothingness, Fang Sheng hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"That kid seems to have a protective object on his body, and I was cut by that object in one blow. However, he has not yet verified the power of space, and he can only die if he falls into the turbulent flow of space. It is not worth mentioning! "The ghost master's eyes are full of confidence:

"That kid is dead."

"Then Huo Taixian is the biggest variable in the world. It is a great thing for the ancestors to get rid of him. Now that the world is in chaos, it is true to refine the list of gods and divide up the authority of Yangshi. If it is delayed for a while , When the list of gods pardons all the gods of mountains and rivers in the world, then we will really have no solution. Everyone will submit to the master behind the scenes." The ancestor of Tianren Painting Academy looked at the ghost master.

"Why don't we summon Buddha and Bi You to deduce the refining process of the list of gods?"

Fang Sheng looked at the ghost master.

But the ghost master shook his head:

"Why do we need to refine an identical list of gods, as long as it has 80.00% of the effect of the original list, we can compete with the other party based on the general trend we have now." The ghost master said:

"I already have a way to refine the list of gods, but I just want to refine the list of gods, but I still lack a treasure."

"Treasure? What kind of treasure?" asked the ancestor of Tianren Painting Academy.

"The true spirit of the creation primordial spirit." The ghost master said.

After saying this, Fang Sheng and the ancestors of Tianren Painting Academy all had their pupils shrunk sharply, and they all exclaimed: "Creator Yuanling!"

What is the Genesis Spirit?
It is the substance left after the death of the Creator God, which contains the original law of heaven and earth, and has incredible power.

"The Creation Yuanling is hidden in the painting world. It is impossible to find the Creation Yuanling. The Creation Yuanling is integrated with the whole world, so it is impossible to find it." Fang Sheng shook his head.

"Hehe, since I opened my mouth, I'm sure of it." The ghost master said with a smile: "In the past, I broke the shackles of the painting world, broke the shackles of the sixth heaven of good fortune, and opened up the ghost world outside the painting world. What?"

"For what? Could it be for the tomb of the Creator Yuanling?" Fang Sheng asked.

"Yes, if you want to find the tomb of the founding Yuanling buried in the painting world, you have to jump out of the painting world. It's like being in a river, and you have to jump out of the river if you want to see the whole picture of the river." The ghost master said here, There was a smug look on his face: "I have been observing for countless years, and a few days ago I finally noticed the coordinates of the tomb of the founding Yuanling. I just want to open it, and I can't do it alone."

"Otherwise, why do you guys think that I risked the danger and brought the ghost world to the Yang world? Just for the sake of the southwestern land? You must have underestimated me. For countless years from ancient times to the present, I have had countless opportunities to invade the Yang world, but I have never acted. How could you make a move today?" There was a smirk in the ghost master's eyes:
"The power of the three of us, you and me, is enough to tear open a corner of the tomb of the founding Yuanling, and then lower the clone to find the treasure in the founding Yuanling."

"That's the founding primordial spirit. Even a drop of blood is enough for you and me." There was a burning look in the eyes of the ghost master.

"Ancestor, please help, we will open the small world created by the founding Yuanling together." Tianren Academy of Painting taught the ancestor.

"Follow me." The ghost master said.

While talking, the space in front of the ghost master opened up turbulently, forming a passage, and then walked in with big strides.

I don't know how long it took to shuttle in the turbulent flow of space, the void in front of my eyes suddenly brightened, the three of them had already reached the sky, and the infinite white clouds were trampled under their feet.

"Could it be that the one who created Yuan Ling was buried in the white clouds?" Fang Sheng asked curiously.

The ghost master shook his head: "The tomb of the founding Yuanling has no form or form. Sometimes it turns into a white cloud, sometimes into a raindrop, sometimes into a grain of sand. It turns into a beast on the ground and a bird in the sky. The tomb world of the founding Yuanling It was originally a picture scroll. It goes back and forth between heaven and earth, so people can't find it in it."

"I still need to use the body of the ghost world to lock the location of the tomb of the founding Yuanling in this world, and then you and I will work together to fix the tomb of the founding Yuanling." The ghost master said calmly.

Hearing the ghost master's words, the two nodded.

The ghost master closed his eyes, but saw the three-foot space above his head fluctuate, revealing a three-foot black vortex. As the vortex spread, a supreme figure in the ghost world suddenly opened his eyes, and a palm came across time and space, facing The white cloud in front of him clawed.

"Oh!"

A white cloud thousands of miles away twisted and deformed, and with the distortion and transformation, it turned into a small world.

"The burial world of the founding Yuanling." Both Fang Sheng and the ancestors of Shengtian Painting Academy had their hearts beating wildly.

"Quickly lock his position." The ghost master shouted.

Following the words of the ghost master, the two of them took a step forward and came to the small world together, leaving their spirit marks on the small world.

Then the two looked at each other, staring at the small world in front of them with a pair of bright eyes, and suddenly stretched out their palms together, only to see ripples like waves in the small world, and then returned to tranquility in an instant.

"Impossible! How is it possible!" Seeing this scene, Fang Sheng and the ancestor of Tianren Painting Academy turned pale in shock.

It's just a small world, but even the two of them can't shake it together. Is this still a small world?
Seeing this scene, the ghost master in the distance showed a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

Although the three of them formed an alliance for the time being, they each had their own ulterior motives. It was within his expectation that the two wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to seek benefits.

"Why is it impossible, wait until you know the origin of the painting world?" The ghost master came from a distance calmly at this moment, looking at the painting world in front of him with scorching eyes.

"Finally I found you! Hahaha! Hahaha! Heaven pays off, as long as I find your body, I can become a saint and become the supreme saint." The ghost master stared at the world in front of him barrier:

"It's not in vain that I counted 10 years of hard work. Today, my wish is fulfilled, and I feel very relieved."

"I don't know what is the origin of the painting world?" Fang Sheng asked.

The ghost master stared at the founding Yuan Ling in front of him: "The painting world is a scroll of the 'holy' way that the saint of painting uses the small world as a picture scroll to make beautiful mountains and rivers, and then combines it with the big world."

Fang Sheng and the ancestor of Shengtian Painting Academy were full of confusion, not knowing what the ghost master was talking about.

"The painting world is just a painting, a vast world drawn by a painting saint. Just like the ghost world is attached to the painting world, the painting world is attached to the big world. However, I prefer to call the big world the heaven. In the past, the painting saint thief Taking the origin of the heavens, the origin of the heavens is no longer complete, and the road to sanctification of the heavens is broken. Countless heavenly powers have hunted and killed the painting world for tens of thousands of years. It is a pity that the saints of the paintings are saints , the overall strength is really strong, even if all the saints in the heavens join forces, there is no way to be a saint."

"Painting the Holy Desire wants to devour the origin of the heavens, unite with the heavens, control the life and death of all beings in the heavens, and surpass the saints, but it is a pity that the painting Sheng Jigong is aggressive and finally assimilated by the origins of the heavens, and then dies and disappears, and even the holy throne follows. crumble."

"Before the death of the painting saint, he forcibly used the origin of the heavens to refine his own natal chart into the big world and become a part of the big world."

(End of this chapter)