Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

"Holy Master!"

"how is this possible?"

"You are despicable, you actually designed to frame me, why didn't you reveal your identity as a saint earlier?"

The book writer's eyes widened, his face was ferocious, and he roared hysterically.

Master!

Since the birth of the Heavens and Myriad Realms, there has never been a holy master in the way of calligraphy. If he knew that Wang Xizhi was a holy master of calligraphy, he would definitely not dare to discuss the way with him.

Not to mention the so-called Dao Heart Vow!

"Framed you? If you are honest, can I harm you? In the end, you are the one who harmed yourself, forgetting that the essence of a scholar is to be trustworthy!"

Wang Xizhi said lightly.

The reason why he hides his hand is that he is afraid that he will not admit his account when he writes the book.

But I didn't expect that the writer of the book would be so stupid as to make a Taoist oath in order to win.

boom!
At this time, the nebula piled up and rolled continuously, and a supreme and lawless will descended.

Everyone's heart froze.

The will of the heavens appeared!
next interest.

A force of heaven's punishment that contained endless destruction fell and struck towards the writing pen in the book.

"No!"

The eye sockets of the book writer shrank sharply, and amidst a burst of desperate wailing, his Dao heart was wiped out by the power of heaven's punishment, and he became a useless person.

After losing his cultivation, the writer of the book aged rapidly, his head of white hair fell out, and within a few breaths, he turned into a rotting corpse, and then disappeared.

In this way, a master of calligraphy died under his own "smartness".

Heaven and earth are silent.

Neither the warriors watching nor the hundreds of millions of disciples in the literary world expected such a result.

Write the book!

That is a giant in the way of calligraphy. In the field of writing and Taoism, few creatures can be stronger than him.

But now.

Not only lost the game.

And lost his life.

"master!"

Shu Wuyi was dumbfounded, looking at the dissipated corpse, the images of the past appeared in his mind, the relationship between master and apprentice in 2000, now the yin and yang have been separated?
And the instigator of all this is the Great Qin Immortal Court.

"Wang Xizhi, you and I will never die together!"

Endless sadness and anger almost dazzled Shu Wuyi's mind, his eyes were scarlet, and he roared while gnashing his teeth.

Those eyes were like a bloodthirsty hungry wolf.

"not good!"

In the literary world, many academy elders were shocked and rushed away in a hurry.

But someone was faster than them, and that was Wang Xizhi. With a wave of the Chinese pen in his hand, a beam of light shot out, separating the body and head of Shuwu.

"you"

The elders of the academy looked at Shu Wuyi's body and pointed at Wang Xizhi, full of anger.

"Is a brainless person worth your maintenance?"

Wang Xizhi said calmly.

He is a scholar, but he also has blood, so naturally he will not let his enemies grow up.

Only cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots.

Only in the future can I sleep soundly.

"Ugh!"

"Go back all!"

At this time, a long voice came from the literary world.

In Wengong Huxin Pavilion, Wen Moke shook his head, not disappointed by the failure of the discussion, but disappointed by the performance of the book and the book.

How can a person who refuses to admit even 'lose' win?

In the starry sky, several elders of the academy were stunned, and said unwillingly: "Dean, he killed Shu Wuyi."

"Get out!"

The voice came out again, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

The dean of the academy opened his mouth slightly, not daring to object, he cupped his hands and saluted, "Obey, dean!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up Shu Wuyi's body and left in despair.

"Dean?"

Wang Xizhi's eyes moved, and he looked towards the literary world. Through time and space, he saw an old man fishing.

"Let's talk about painting again!"

On Wenzhi Continent, Guiguzi said to Wu Daozi.

Wu Daozi nodded, walked to the sky of the world, carried his hands on his back, lingering in talent, not at all inferior to Wang Xizhi.

"I am Wu Daozi, the master of Taoism, who will discuss Taoism?"

Wu Daozi shouted loudly.

The loud voice echoed across the sky, resounded through the heavens, and even fell into the ears of countless disciples of the painting academy.

"I'll discuss it!"

The great elder of the Academy of Painting broke through the sky and stood on the world sky.

"Okay, let me draw a picture, if you can point out the shortcomings, I will lose!"

Wu Daozi didn't talk nonsense, took out his paintbrush, and used ink as the way of painting, with the sky full of stars as the background, he began to paint the bustling scene.

A single drop is a mountain!
Two strokes down, that is the region!
When three pens fall, there will be countless creatures!
Four strokes fall, which is a borderless realm.
With every stroke, there will be endless changes and countless scenery will be added.

At the very beginning, everyone couldn't figure out what Wu Daozi was drawing, but gradually, a trace of shock appeared on everyone's faces.

"Second heaven!"

When Wu Daozi wrote the tenth stroke, the second heaven of the heavens and the world appeared in the painting.

The hundreds of millions of stars in the painting, and the endless galaxy of the eighth heaven, complement each other, making them appear incomparably dreamy. They are clearly in the painting, but they seem to exist in reality.

As a result, many people with weak hearts think that the second heaven and the eighth heaven overlap.

"Is this to draw the heavens and the world?"

The rough-clothed boy stopped reading, looked straight at Wu Daozi, and muttered to himself, "This Daqin Immortal Court, there are some monsters! Besides a master of calligraphy, there is another master of painting!"

"Little book, little book!"

"You say I'm destiny, but I'm not as good as Qin Wudao. Are you fooling me?"

The rough-clothed boy kept complaining, but there was a smile on his face.

The strangest thing was that his voice didn't come out, even the people standing beside him didn't hear it.

The ancient books shone with golden light, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

On the sky screen of the literary world, Wu Daozi did not stop writing, leaving eleven strokes.

With this stroke, the third heaven was drawn!
"Hey, is he going to paint the heavens and the world?"

Many onlookers, whose brains were spinning quickly, finally reacted, gasped, felt their scalps burst, and were extremely horrified.

How dare he?

But then, they showed a glimmer of expectation.

From ancient times to the present, there has never been any painter who dared to paint the heavens and the world, because he could not bear the cause and effect, and would explode and die.

During the chaos of the ancient era, there was a master painter in the ancient demon court who wanted to draw the world into a picture and use it as a map to facilitate the army's operations.

But just halfway through the painting, the artist bled to death from his seven orifices.

Since then.

Together with the painters, the principle of "three don'ts" emerges.

One does not draw the heavens and the world.

Two do not draw three thousand roads.

Three do not paint the supreme saint.

"Can he succeed?"

"If I can succeed, no matter whether there are flaws or not, I am willing to admit defeat!"

Even the great elder of the Academy of Painting looked at Wu Daozi expectantly.

He is a relatively pure painter who focuses on the way of painting. When he was young, he also made a great wish to paint the heavens and the world for the world to observe.

But as his realm improved, he became more and more aware of the vastness of the heavens and worlds, and it was impossible for him to be contained by a painting.

What he can't do by himself, he can only count on others to do.

Therefore, when he saw Wu Daozi painting the heavens and worlds, he had no other negative emotions other than joy and anticipation.

Under the gaze of countless eyes.

The No.12 pen fell, and the fourth heaven was drawn.

Immediately afterwards, there were No.13 pens, No.14 pens, and No.15 pens.