Shamanism kills the god

"Billions of miles, broken!"

"Thousands of generations of the country, destroyed!"

"The mountains and rivers exist, and the country exists..."

……

The middle-aged man in the white robe muttered to himself while waving a huge brush. .|Soon, mountains and rivers appeared on the white paper.

Looking closely, it is high mountains and flowing water, the peaks are beautiful, and the flowing water is rushing.From a distance, it seems to be a huge map, outlining all places such as Zhongzhou, Donghai Prefecture, Nanling Prefecture, Xisha Prefecture and Beitu Prefecture, and condensing the land of Kyushu on a piece of white paper, covering the entire Great Thousand Kingdoms. world.

I saw the middle-aged man in white robes acting boldly and berating Fang Qiu, but the mountains, rivers and rivers he wrote were vivid.The mountains are undulating, and the peaks are either beautiful and steep, or thick and rolling.The rivers are dotted like silk and satin, vivid and lifelike.

At first glance, the whole painting is majestic and vivid.If you take a closer look, you can see that the mountains are tall and straight, and the water seems to be still alive, flowing non-stop, and there are even bursts of rushing water in my ears.Going up the river, or the mountains, or the green prairie, seems to spread a green blanket on the ground, with no end in sight.When the wind blows, the figures of cattle and sheep appear in the grass, and the cattle and sheep appear when the wind blows the grass.

High mountains, running water, grasslands, cattle and sheep...

The majestic landscape paintings are so lifelike that people can unknowingly condense their minds into them.

Later, the mind was even lost in the boundless mountains and waters.When you think about the mountains, you see the mountains, when you think about the water, you see the water, what comes to mind, what appears in front of your eyes.

Mu Feng looked up, and after a while, the figure of his mother leaning on a cane appeared on the high mountain in the distance. .|Rubbing his eyes and taking a closer look, the figure of his mother disappeared, and standing on the top of the mountain was a young woman in white.The body is light and slim, with a worried face, standing on the top of the mountain and looking up, as if missing relatives far away.Although the facial features were a little fuzzy, Mu Feng recognized that it was Jing Wushuang who he was worried about just by taking a look.

Just as he was about to shout, Jing Wushuang disappeared.Instead, there was the figure of a flying bat, bloody all over, running over from a distance, behind him were countless demons holding knives and forks.Before he had gone far, he was overtaken by a large group of demons, and he was quickly knocked down to the ground. His body was pierced with deep bone wounds by terrible knives and forks, bleeding profusely.

Before Mu Feng stepped forward to rescue him, the leader of the demon suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly, then suddenly turned around.A pair of pupils no longer exist, only the whites of the eyes are piercing, and the face is gloomy. It is the big devil of Master Blind.As soon as he gave an order, countless demons surrounded him from all directions.

On a distant mountain, a tall and straight young man watched all this coldly, with a blank expression on his face.It was none other than Mu Tie, who practiced the Unfeeling Sword Art.Behind him was the silent figure of the old Patriarch, motionless, letting himself be submerged by the tide-like army of demons...

"kill……"

The army of demons was getting closer and closer, seeing the scene where the flying bats were trampled by them, Mu Feng was startled and angry.The blood in his body was tumbling, and with a roar, ferocious blood spears shot out one by one.For every bloody spear passing by, a demon must be nailed to the ground.

It's a pity that there are too many vicious demons, and they can't be killed no matter how hard they are.Soon, it was overwhelmed by the surging demons.Throats, feet, hands and other places were all stabbed with knives and forks by demons, and blood gushed out.There was a pain in the head, the head was hit hard by something, and the dizziness suddenly turned, and the whole head seemed to explode.

"Ah..., kill!"

Mu Feng raised his head suddenly, and an angry roar came from the depths of his soul, helpless, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the siege of the demon army.Just when he thought he was going to die, a faint sound of the piano suddenly came from his ears.

In the blink of an eye, the eerie blind master disappeared, as did the tide-like army of demons.In front of him, there was just a majestic landscape painting.

I don't know when, I have come to this landscape painting.

A middle-aged man in a white robe with coiled long hair stood aside with a huge brush in his hand, looking at him indifferently.

"Father, congratulations on taking another step forward in your Shanheshejijue!"

The veiled Ye Kexuan put down the guqin in her hand and stood up gracefully.The voice is graceful and melodious.Although separated by a distance, wisps of faint fragrance came, which lifted people's spirits.

"Really, Xuan'er, why doesn't father feel it?"

The middle-aged man in the white robe smiled bitterly, paused, and sighed, "If you don't control the mountains and rivers, you don't live in the community. My father's identity and character are still not suitable for cultivating this country and society! No matter how great the progress and strength Gao, he will never be able to break through the final bottleneck of the Realm Realm, let alone be physically sanctified like the first-generation Palace Master!"

Looking at the splash-ink landscape painting in front of him, the middle-aged man in white robe shook his head and put down the huge brush in his hand.

Father?

Hearing the address of the woman in white, Ye Kexuan, Mu Feng came to his senses, and quickly understood the identity of the middle-aged man in the white robe. He bent down respectfully and saluted, "Student Mu Feng, I have met the Palace Master!"

"Well, Mu Feng, good, good, I heard your name!"

Ye Beigong, a middle-aged man in white robe, looked Mu Feng up and down, and nodded with admiration, "It's really rare to be awarded the title of Four Books and Three Swords when you just joined the academy, especially when you are still practicing for a short time. Mu Feng, I heard, Your painting and calligraphy are not inferior to your knowledge. How about this splash-ink landscape painting?"

"The palace lord has won the prize!"

Mu Feng felt apprehensive and raised his head.

After joining the academy, he has become more and more admiring of the Palace Master, who has lost his head and tail, and is looking forward to seeing what kind of character he is.Unexpectedly, I accidentally met so soon.

Looking up at the landscape painting in front of me, I was sweating!

Just now, if it wasn't for Ye Kexuan's piano sound, maybe his mind would be lost in this landscape painting forever.Even, distracting thoughts abounded, and the demons in his mind were rampant, and he became obsessed and died unknowingly.

One sand, one world, one painting, is a vast world!

After waking up, he didn't dare to stare at the splashed ink landscape painting again, for fear that his mind would sink into it again unconsciously.After a hasty glance, he bowed and said, "Palace Master, the student's knowledge is shallow, and he is not qualified to comment on such a masterpiece. This is no longer a painting, but a world, an artifact. There is another universe in the painting. The painting It becomes a world of its own!"

"Hahaha, good, well said, what a world in the painting!"

Looking at Mu Feng who was still in fear, the palace owner Ye Beigong laughed, and then said: "Mu Feng, tell me, what is a divine weapon?"