Talk about bragging, why do you really have the qualifications of a great emperor?

Chapter 372: Feeding Road Sacrifice! (4000 words)
At this moment, the two disappeared and entered the void.

There was a rumble between heaven and earth.

Many dazzling rays of light were flying, seeming to tear the void apart and never come out.

Among countless runes.

A magnificent palace is looming, blooming with fairy light, mysterious and majestic.

It was born from the painting fairy's pen.

Just like a real heavenly palace, the void riots, countless chaotic energy spreads, the mist fills the air, and the scene is scary.

A golden ray of light broke through the fog, like a divine arrow, with an extremely terrifying aura, and struck the heavenly palace.

Shocking ripples filled the air, and the sky and earth suddenly became bright and dark, like a scene of world destruction.

The ancestor of the Yi tribe is also the quasi-emperor who has been famous for countless years!
The treasure he brought this time was also extraordinary.

Very crude.

……

A young man in white clothes climbed up the steps.

Wang Xiu turned her eyes slightly and walked straight towards a house.

The door is ajar.

Especially those monsters, they are as fearful as tigers!

One can imagine the power.

There are several cabins in the yard.

The aura is extremely strong, at least for a lord.

On the black stone path paved with white snow.

Those lines are also very random.

What on earth is this?
They are more like demons than us!
A huge figure came over. It was a humanoid creature with long red hair and several feet tall.

This scene was gradually observed.

It's heart-wrenching.

"I've seen you run rampant for a long time. It's time to die in my hands!" The humanoid creature held a long sword in its hand and waved it at will. The world was filled with murderous intent, and then the sound of a tiger's roar rang out.

Although this bow is a quasi-imperial weapon, it is stained with the blood of the Great Emperor.

He is powerful and tyrannical, and his methods are even more astonishing.

There is a painting hanging in mid-air.

Wang Xiu raised his head, looked high, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "A fight started?"

Many monsters were found along the way, wreaking havoc on the mountain, looting, and fighting with many disciples on Xiaohan Mountain.

There was deathly silence on Xiaohan Mountain.

But you can still tell at a glance that it was obviously completed not long ago.

The ink is dry.

It doesn't look like a place where someone like the Painting Fairy lives.

Like broken trees and branches lying sideways in a rushing stream after a rain.

The two fighting each other seemed more terrifying than the real gods.

A figure covered in ink-colored mist constantly shuttled across the battlefield.

A series of powerful thoughts landed here, and they all avoided it, not daring to get close, and could only peep from a distance.

Without disturbing anyone, he arrived at the small courtyard on the top of the mountain.

That is the Sun-Chasing Bow, a tool used by the Yi tribe to suppress luck!

Wang Xiu did not intervene.

There are no magical powers or runes contained in this painting. It only uses ordinary ink, ordinary pens, and ordinary paper.

Very few demons could survive a moment in his hands, and were eventually swallowed by him, screaming in agony, and completely disappearing from heaven and earth.

Behind him appeared a red devil tiger with two wings on its back, which was extremely terrifying.

He continued climbing.

Inside Hanshan City.

It is clearly an ancient alien species belonging to the demon world, otherwise why would it be like this?
【Ding! 】

Wang Xiu stood in front of this painting and looked at it quietly for a long time, as if he had fallen into silence!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Countless years ago, the ancient ancestor of the Yi tribe used this bow to hurt the Golden Crow Emperor of the demon tribe, which made him famous in the world.

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[It has been detected that someone is bragging, congratulations to the host for gaining mana +2666! 】

The devil body Wang Xiu raised the corner of his mouth and grabbed it with his big hand. The body surface was densely covered with magic patterns, emitting bursts of mist. Divine chains flew out from the mist at extremely fast speeds, breaking through the void and piercing the body of this humanoid creature.

"What kind of magic is this?" The humanoid creature panicked, unable to resist at all in front of this magical power.

The chain seemed to be made of fairy gold. No matter how hard he struggled, it was difficult to break. Instead, it kept pulling him closer to the demon body.

The demonic body opened its mouth wide, and a strange vortex emerged, swallowing the humanoid creature whole.

The breath in the body surged again.

A powerful demon lord was instantly suppressed and devoured.

The demons all around were stunned by this scene, and they panicked and retreated.

The demon body sneered, raised his hands high, and hundreds of chains stretched out from the mist, entangling and devouring all the demons around him.

For several days.

The demon body has been fighting and devouring on the battlefield.

But never tired.

The aura is getting stronger and stronger, and the realm is getting higher and higher.

Gradually reaching the critical point of the peak of manifestation.

"Come on, come on...everything is my nourishment..."

He sneered, turned into a ball of magic mist, and rushed into another battlefield.

……

The battle above the void continues.

With the Yi clan ancestors and Hua Xian in such a realm, the battles are basically behind the seventh level of void.

The void ahead was too fragile for them.

Just give it a beating and it will fall apart.

If the aftermath of the battle casually dissipates, it will lead to destruction of the world.

It's not good for either the enemy or us.

of course.

Even so.

When you get close to here, you can still feel the heart-stopping aura emanating from it from time to time.

A large golden pen appeared in the hand of the Painting Immortal, with an ancient seal engraved on it. It emitted a golden divine light and swayed continuously in the void.

Countless ink marks flew out, emitting light like a golden rain.

The raindrops burst into pieces.

From it emerged various ancient alien species such as huge dragons, divine phoenixes, and white tigers. They were so huge that they covered the sky and the sun. They soared into the sky, and the aura they exuded was extremely terrifying.

These mythical beasts evolved from Mohen are extremely real.

It's no different from real existence.

Rushing towards them with a roar, they can even release the natal magical powers of various tribes.

The ancestor of the Yi tribe drew his bow again across the distant void, and a naked-chested giant body appeared behind him. It was extremely tall and tall, standing there like a god.

Divine light shot out.

Howling, sweeping through the void, causing terrifying turbulence.

The arrow exploded at a very high altitude and turned into a purple rain of light, brewing continuously like a thunder pool.

Boom!
A large number of thunder fell down, and the purple spirit below turned into a thunderous ocean, which contained the meaning of destruction.

Countless divine beasts rushed in and were swept away by the sea of ​​thunder, turning into nothing.

"If this continues, we will have to fight for a long time!"

The ancestor of the Yi tribe stood there indifferently, looking at Wu Daozong.

Wu Daozong put one hand behind his back: "So?"

The ancestor of the Yi tribe sighed, and suddenly a treasure jar appeared in his hand. The inside was rich in fluorescence, exuding a divine aura, and filled the air with such mighty pressure that even Wu Daozong couldn't help but change his expression.

"I don't have that much time! If you keep fighting, your life...may not belong to me!"

As the ancestor of the Yi tribe spoke, he opened the treasure jar, and a ball of golden light floated out. The aura was extremely terrifying. The surrounding void was constantly being torn apart and torn apart by invisible hurricanes, and it was impossible to bear the aura.

That's a drop of blood!

The blood of a supremely powerful man!
Even if he has been dead for many years, a drop of blood can still destroy the world.

"Great Yi, future generations beg for your divine power to help me kill the enemy in front of me!"

He held up the ball of divine blood, his eyes full of enthusiasm and belief.

This is the ancestor of the Yi tribe, the most powerful man in the world, who is worthy of such a gesture?

羿！
That is the ancient power! It is also the origin of the name Yi tribe!
He once shot and wounded the Golden Crow Emperor of the demon clan!

The reputation has been extremely loud throughout the ages.

hum!
The ball of golden divine blood seemed to be awakened and contained spirituality. It hovered in the air for a moment and landed on the Sun Chaser Bow.

this moment.

The Sun-Chasing Bow shone brightly, and the ancient seal on it seemed to be burning, shining golden, and the ancient runes flooded the void.

The ancestor of the Yi tribe holds the sun-chasing bow!
He was completely different at this moment.

His long hair was fluttering, and ancient marks appeared between his eyebrows. His aura was ancient and wild, as if he had come from an endless time across the void.

"die!"

His eyes became indifferent, like a superior god overlooking all living beings, and the faint notes also contained terrifying power, shattering the void.

Whoosh!
The divine light pierced through the heaven and earth, and in an instant it came to the Painting Fairy.

Wu Daozong picked up his pen and connected the dots.

He quickly drew several strokes in front of him, iron drawings and silver hooks.

Chaos energy emerged in front of him, evolving into layers of heaven and earth.

There is an endless fire realm, and the sky and the earth are filled with magma and fire.

A world made of water, with oceans everywhere and no earth.

There is an ancient land with high mountains rising above it.

He is like the god of creation. The worlds he writes lie in front of him, as high as nine heavens. This magical power is unimaginable and jaw-dropping.

But the power of that arrow was really scary.

Soon he penetrated the first level of heaven and earth, arrived at the second level, and then the third level...

Until the ninth level.

The light on the arrow was much dimmed and paused for a moment, but it still destroyed the world.

Wu Daozong's body swayed slightly.

A blood hole appeared on the shoulder, and bright red blood was flowing. The terrifying power was entrenched in it, and it could not be recovered, and the breath was much weakened.

"It's still close after all!"

The ancestor of the Yi tribe looked at Wu Daozong from a distance, with a look of pity on his face, "If you had achieved perfection, I really wouldn't be able to kill you today! It's a pity that Hua Dao... is incomplete after all!"

Wu Daozong didn't speak, his eyes fell below.

He looked through the void and saw the scene in Hanshan City. The killing was even more brutal than before.

Both the human race and the demon race suffered heavy casualties.

There were corpses everywhere, and the scene was horrific.

……

Academy.

In front of the pavilion.

"Snapped!"

Meng Ran picked up a chess piece and dropped it on the chessboard.

The Master sat across from him and looked at him: "You are upset!"

Meng Ran said solemnly: "Master, I am a little worried about my uncle..."

The master looked calmly and said: "This is his calamity and Hua Dao's calamity. None of us can help him. He can only rely on himself!"

Meng Ran hesitated slightly and said: "Master, do you think that my uncle will really sacrifice all those who draw the Tao to complete his own Tao?"

The Master looked at him and asked, "According to your opinion, is it right or wrong to sacrifice all sentient beings to perfect oneself?"

Meng Ran thought for a while and said: "Uncle Master is the first person in the Painting Dao. If he succeeds this time and completes the Painting Dao, he is expected to enter the supreme realm, which will be a great good thing for the entire human race! But..."

The Master smiled slightly and said, "But what?"

Meng Ran clenched his palms and mustered up the courage to say, "But, it's not what a gentleman would do!"

The master gently stroked his beard, looked into the distance and said, "Your uncle has always hated my gentlemanly attitude!"

Meng Ran was stunned.

The master said slowly: "He has his own set of rules. No matter how much others say, he may not listen! But in my opinion, there are not many people in this world who can be called gentlemen, but he is considered a gentleman." one!"

Meng Ran was confused and puzzled.

That's when.

Sitting cross-legged not far away, the figure like a black mountain suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes compelling.

"What a painter!"

……

inside the house.

Wang Xiu looked away from the painting and let out a long breath: "So, that's what you think!"

He raised his head and looked into the void above.

A spot of light suddenly appeared there, getting brighter and brighter, like a star at first, then like a bright moon, getting bigger and bigger, like a big sun burning in the void.

"Wu Daozong, are you crazy?"

The angry voice of the ancestor of the Yi tribe came out.

The old man wearing a green shirt with black feathers stood in the void, and his voice was loud: "I, Wu Daozong, have been practicing for more than 50,000 years. All I want in my life is to open a new path to the way of heaven. Let me draw Taoist monks and have a way to reach the sky! Today, I am willing to devote myself to the Taoism and give up these tens of thousands of years of Taoism. I only ask God to be kind and give me a chance to live as a Taoist painting monk!"

Thousands of miles in radius, clouds and mist are rolling, and the sound of Taoism is rumbling in the nine heavens.

An indescribable and supreme majesty slowly spread to the world.

There is a huge whirlpool between heaven and earth.

The aura on Wu Daozong's body became stronger and stronger.

taller and taller.

Break out of the endless void.

Fly towards the void!
Looking at this scene, everyone was stunned.

The expression of the unusually charming demon woman suddenly changed: "What's going on? Doesn't he want to devour the other painting monks to complete his own way?"

The ancestor of the Yi tribe stepped out of the void with an ugly look on his face: "We were deceived by him! He wants to use his body to support the Tao, imprint the origin of the Tao of painting, and give the world's painting Tao monks a glimmer of hope to become a great emperor!"

The demon woman cursed: "Old madman, he is also a quasi-emperor himself. Even if he uses his body to feed the Tao, the origin of the brand is incomplete and the effect is minimal! What is he thinking?"

"You have to leave quickly! At the moment of feeding, human nature has not been completely wiped out. He can temporarily have the ability to control part of the power of heaven. Then we will be in danger!"

At this time.

A stern Demon King came slowly and said: "You can't leave, stop him! The master has orders, Wu Daozong must be taken back!"

Hear the words.

Several people looked at each other.

They all gritted their teeth slightly and made a decision.

The ancestor of the Yi tribe bent his bow, his beard was wild, and he activated the power of the divine blood again.

An arrow shot through the air.

The demon woman raised her hand, and the huge demon tower emitted a terrifying charm, tearing the void apart and suppressing it.

Several people used their own methods, and their power was extremely terrifying.

Along the way, the void was constantly shattered, and many people died tragically on the spot.

But these methods were directly blocked by a ray of clear light when they approached Wu Daozong.

That is the power of heaven!

Wu Daozong has begun to be assimilated!

……

"Master!"

"Painting Fairy!!!"

"..."

Below, many disciples of Wu Daozong looked at this scene with sorrow in their hearts and couldn't help but have red eyes.

The other monks were also moved.

He sacrificed his own life to open up a chance for future generations of monks to achieve success.

This is a great move!

admirable!

Especially those who have witnessed it with their own eyes, after painting the Immortal Feeding Way, they will be baptized, which will make their understanding of the painting way to a higher level and obtain unimaginable blessings.

It turns out that this is the reason why the painting fairy held this birthday party.

……

"In the long run, this move will indeed benefit the human race..."

Xiaohan Mountain.

Wang Xiu looked back and sighed: "It's a pity that in the current situation, without a quasi-emperor, I'm afraid there will be no future!"

He turned around and looked at the painting hanging in mid-air.

Suddenly a pen appeared in his hand.

He slowly raised his hand and added a line on the painting!
(End of this chapter)