Nine Regions Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 257

This painting is indeed engraved with inscription patterns, and it is engraved in the endless river. When Mo Chen urged the inscription pattern, the endless river burst out a powerful attack and bombarded the high mountain. go.

The entire river surged in an instant, as if it was endless, and it would never disappear. Attack after attack, the mountain was gradually destroyed.

The crowd around was shocked, and they all looked at the changes in the scroll in horror, all of them were stunned and stunned.

The picture of mountains and flowing water actually moved, and the objects in the painting could still move.

And it was Mo Chen who caused all this. He actually brought the objects in the painting to life.

This……

Leng Jianfeng still looked dazed, but when he saw the change in the picture scroll, he woke up instantly, with violent fluctuations all over his body.

Seeing Leng Jianfeng lose his composure, Mo Chen couldn't help sighing, it seems that the person who gave him this painting must be extremely important to him.

Leng Jianfeng's eyes burst out with extreme struggle, looking at the ever-changing picture, he seemed to be in some pain.

Rumble!
Everyone seemed to hear a violent sound coming from the picture scroll, and the surging river in between rolled up a terrifying torrent and slapped directly on the high mountain.

In an instant, the entire mountain exploded like a cannonball, turning into endless dust and dissipating in the scroll.

The mountain collapsed and was razed to the ground. In the whole picture scroll, only the endless river flow remained, and the river flow returned to calm, flowing slowly, and gradually frozen in the picture scroll, no longer moving.

"The mountain is gone, and the river has destroyed the mountain. What does this mean?" Leng Jianfeng fell into deep thought, and the expression on his face kept changing.

And the people around were still in a state of shock and sluggishness, and they didn't come back to their senses at all.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, Huang Xiaoyan below trembled all over, and burst out powerful breaths involuntarily, and the power of the fourth level of Yuanwu came out leisurely, filling the entire hall.

Huang Xiaoyan's aura finally woke up everyone around, everyone looked at Huang Xiaoyan in astonishment, not understanding what happened to Huang Xiaoyan.

"The river runs to the end, and the mountains have no tombs."

Huang Xiaoyan said eight words subconsciously, as if she had gotten some inspiration from the scroll, she quickly closed her eyes and began to comprehend.

"The river runs to the end, and the mountains have no tombs." Leng Jianfeng chewed on Huang Xiaoyan's words, suddenly, his whole body trembled violently, as if thinking of something, he looked at Mo Chen with extremely excited eyes.

"Little friend Mo Chen, hurry up, follow me to the backyard." Regardless of whether Mo Chen agreed or not, Leng Jianfeng directly pulled Mo Chen and walked towards the back.

Watching Leng Jianfeng forcefully pull Mo Chen away, the hall fell into an eerie silence, everyone stared blankly at the direction they were going away, still full of shock and deep disbelief.

"It's solved. The problem that hasn't been solved for so many years has been solved by a native."

Mo Chen actually solved the puzzle in the painting.

The aborigine from the Tianyun Kingdom directly solved the Venerable's problem, which made them feel depressed and unwilling.

"The favor of the venerable was obtained by a native like this, alas..."

How can a remote native solve the problem of the Venerable and gain the favor of the Venerable? If this falls on them, by virtue of their status, they will definitely be able to achieve broader development.

But no matter what, they can only be envious and jealous.

Mo Chen's solution to Leng Jianfeng's problem seemed to be nothing on the surface, but it definitely fell on the Qinglong Empire like a heavy bomb, changing the situation a lot.

At this moment, the faces of the Ye family brothers and sisters were extremely ugly. It would be fine if other people solved the problem of the Venerable, but it happened that their deadly enemy, Mo Chen, solved it.

As a result, the favor of the Venerable fell on Mo Chen's head, not only made it more difficult to kill him, but also completely disrupted their plans.

"Damn it." Ye Chufan stared fiercely at the back.

"How capable he is, he was able to solve the problem of the Venerable, and get the favor of the Venerable." Ye Ningshuang said unwillingly, as if a raging fire was burning in her heart.

She is indeed the strongest genius, and she is the one who has the most hope to solve the problem of the Venerable, but now, she was solved by a native, taking away the glory that should have belonged to her, and the favor of the Venerable.

"This Mo Chen is not dead, after all, it will become a future trouble." Ye Chufan's eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake, and the killing intent towards Mo Chen became more intense in his heart.

They and Mo Chen have long been on the opposite side, and there is no room for relaxation, so, no matter what, the Ye family must not keep Mo Chen.

Of course, some people are sad while others are happy. Ling Fei and Xue Ren came back to their senses and couldn't help but look at each other, both showing happy smiles.

"Brother Chen is really amazing, he can solve the problem of the Venerable." The two sighed kindly, and were sincerely happy for Mo Chen.

Of course, their excitement was not as high as Zhu Yuanhe's. At this moment, Zhu Yuanhe was already too excited to hold back.

Mo Chen, not only defeated Ye Ningshuang in the examination results, and got the first place, now, he has solved the problem of the venerable and won the favor of the venerable, and Mo Chen is his friend and a member of his camp.

In the future, his camp will have the favor of the Venerable, and the status of the royal family will inevitably rise again, firmly suppressing the Ye family.

He never expected that Mo Chen could bring him such a huge change after only a few days in the capital.

He was a little ashamed. After Mo Chen came to the imperial capital, he didn't even express it at all, but Mo Chen had already brought him such a huge help.

At the same time, he was really thankful, thankful for his decision to go to Tianyun Kingdom, thankful that he could do so many things for Mo Chen, and thankful that he regarded Mo Chen as a friend and confidant, rather than an ordinary person.

This, perhaps, is the most correct thing he has ever done in his life.

In short, Zhu Yuanhe was very excited.

Of course, Leng Yingying was the most excited. After all these years, someone finally solved her adoptive father's problem, and she finally didn't have to see his adoptive father's sad and lonely expression.

Every time she sees her adoptive father's disappointed look, she feels heartbroken. She knows that her adoptive father must have something hidden in his heart, but she is helpless, unable to see the enigma in the painting, unable to... Relieve her foster father's worries.

But all of this was finally resolved because of Mo Chen, that magical boy was deeply imprinted in her mind unconsciously.

At this moment, tears welled up in her eyes, and she had the urge to cry, but she forcibly held back, because she needed to deal with the follow-up of the birthday banquet.

Leng Jianfeng brought Mo Chen directly to the Zhuhai Pavilion, and he took out three more scrolls, which were exactly the same as the previous ones, and they were also engraved with inscription patterns.

"Little friend Mo Chen, quickly help me to see what kind of deep meaning is contained in these three paintings." Leng Jianfeng hurriedly said.

At this moment, he has lost his composure due to excitement, he is still in the realm of the venerable, what kind of deep meaning is contained in these paintings that will make him so crazy.

"it is good."

Mo Chen nodded, and he took out the second painting, on which was a long line of sky, and the same soft force poured into the painting scroll.

The inscription pattern in this painting is engraved on the long sky. As Mo Chen activated the inscription pattern, there was a sudden explosion in the blue sky.

Immediately there was thunder and lightning, heavy rain, and the entire sky was shaking, as if a destructive force was destroying the entire world.

In the end, Wanli Changtian collapsed with a bang, and countless stars and meteorites fell crazily, falling fiercely on the ground. The whole world seemed to have fallen into destruction, and there was no distinction between the sky and the earth.

"The sky is falling."

Leng Jianfeng's tone was a little trembling, and he said to Mo Chen: "Look at the next picture."

Mo Chen nodded, and took the third painting. In this painting was a very beautiful woman. She stretched out her palm and reached forward, as if trying to grab something.

Mo Chen couldn't help but look at Leng Jianfeng, could it be this woman who gave him the painting.

Mo Chen didn't ask any further questions, he pointed out with his finger, and the beautiful woman in the scroll suddenly moved, and when she pointed out, it turned into a sword light, without a lingering aura, but with a lingering sense of life instead.

"This, this is a thought of life." Leng Jianfeng recognized the woman's moves, and was so excited that he couldn't contain himself.

The woman in the scroll seemed to be rehearsing some tricks, but after a thought, she suddenly changed her tricks, and a terrifying breath of death rushed towards her face.

"Death Coil, this is my Death Coil." Leng Jianfeng said excitedly.

Immediately, the woman rose into the air, flew towards the depths, and gradually disappeared into the picture scroll.

"The step of the non-dependant person, this is the step of the non-dependent person."

The scene of the third picture scroll dissipated, Leng Jianfeng looked at Mo Chen eagerly, "There is only one left, little friend Mo Chen, please."

Mo Chen didn't refuse, and directly activated the fourth scroll, on which was still the woman, standing in front of a stone tablet, quietly looking into the distance, as time passed, the woman's face began to age slowly, but her Her attitude didn't change at all, and she didn't leave until the sea was dry and the rocks were rotten, and the vitality dissipated.

Leng Jianfeng looked at the fourth scroll, sighed deeply, and said, "I still need to comprehend the first three scrolls, but I know this fourth scroll, because I know where this is."

The moment the voice fell, Leng Jianfeng's eyes sunk a lot, and his complexion looked older, which made Mo Chen tremble slightly, and looked at Leng Jianfeng with a little worry.

"This is where I met her and where I left her."

Leng Jianfeng raised his head to look at the sky, slowly closed his eyes, and sighed deeply: "One thought of life is her unique skill, and death entanglement is my unique skill, and there is no one to depend on, it is a supernatural power that she has been comprehending all the time. , He engraved everything he wanted to say into the scroll with inscription patterns, why, I didn't think of this until today."

"Life and death depend on each other." Mo Chen murmured, the third painting obviously wanted to express these four words with three unique techniques.

Mo Chen's words fell into Leng Jianfeng's ears, as if a bolt of thunder and lightning struck his mind, his whole body trembled suddenly, and he stood there sluggishly, as if he had stopped breathing and everything.

In an instant, an extremely complicated emotion emanated from Leng Jianfeng's body, which made Mo Chen's eyes slightly condensed and worried.

"Mountain has no mausoleum, heaven and earth are united, only dare to part with the king, life and death depend on white hair, until death will not change. Hahahaha, Leng Jianfeng, why did you only understand her thoughts today, you will die badly."

Leng Jianfeng raised his head to the sky and howled furiously, the terrifying coercion dispersed in all directions. Many strong men in the entire imperial capital sensed this aura, and their faces changed greatly in shock.

"Pfft."

Suddenly, Leng Jianfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, he was so out of breath that he fell straight backwards.

His eyes are still open, but they have been sunken deeply. In the deep pupils, there is deep regret and endless despair.

(End of this chapter)