Changsheng, invincible from taking a concubine

Chapter 256 I've given you all the chances

Each secret realm represents a different meaning.

It is not easy for many painters to understand the meaning of the phantom in front of them.

Especially in a place like the Holy Land.

The spiritual power is sufficient, which makes it difficult for the profession of painter to develop.

Once someone becomes a painter, he may be restricted by the cultivators to paint in one place for his whole life.

For these cultivators, a hundred years is at most the time of a retreat.

But for these painters, it is a lifetime.

So many people do not want to become painters.

Only in some families will they specially cultivate this secondary profession.

But the cost of letting them take action is not small.

Jiangchuan completed the painting with just a few strokes.

To enter the distribution center, you have to step on the connected building ship to enter the secret realm.

But he was stopped outside.

"What do you want to do, kid?"

"Don't you know that this will affect the painter's painting?"

"Go to the back obediently."

Jiangchuan raised the painting in his hand.

"I want to go in."

The gatekeeper was obviously stunned.

I haven't heard of any new paintings appearing recently.

Where did this guy get this thing?

Could it be that it was the same as the one a month ago, and it was all lost outside before?

Thinking of this, it suddenly became clear.

But when he saw this painting, his expression froze there.

"Fuck! Do you think I'm a fool? Don't tell me that this garbage can open the secret realm!"

His loud shouting immediately attracted the attention of many painters around.

Several elderly men came over.

Seeing the outline drawing, they couldn't help but smile and said.

"Young man. Do you think this is a painting?"

"Whose painting looks like this?"

"What's more, you want to use it to open the secret realm. This is very outrageous."

Jiang Chuan glanced at this mortal.

"Why, you think you are awesome because you have eaten for two more years."

"Or did you draw a lot of paintings here that can open the secret realm?"

This choked the old man half to death.

Don't look at his age.

In fact, he hasn't painted a single one so far.

But the other old guy stroked his beard and pretended to be awesome.

"I have been painting here for more than 50 years."

"I have painted at least three."

He pointed at his paintings.

"Your rubbish doesn't look like a painting. If it can open the secret realm, I will eat up the money!"

The other painters followed suit.

They all set up fg here.

Jiang Chuan likes this kind of people.

A trace of spiritual power was injected into the painting, and two fingers held the drawing paper and shot directly towards the secret realm.

Just approaching the entrance of the illusory secret realm.

The painting seemed to be pulled by some force, reducing the speed of approaching.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, the painting merged with the secret realm.

The illusory secret realm entered reality.

This scene immediately attracted a large number of practitioners around.

"Haha, it's finally opened again."

"Don't stop me. I want to go in first."

"The spirit stone is mine."

"Bah, don't even think about stopping me from digging the spirit stone mine!"

A group of people rushed in.

Jiangchuan also roughly understood what was in this secret realm from their conversation.

Spirit stone mine.

This can explain why these guys are so excited.

He looked at the old guys who had just set up fg.

"What are you waiting for?"

The old man looked stunned. He never thought that this thing could actually open the secret realm.

It's outrageous.

If I had known what nonsense I was talking about, I would be fine now.

Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

He glanced at the brush in his hand, not knowing what to do.

Seeing them like this, Jiangchuan raised his hand and shot out a stream of spiritual power.

The old man who jumped out first was directly blasted into a bloody mist.

He looked at the other people with cold eyes.

"Do you want to eat it yourself, or do you want me to send you off?"

The old men were shocked.

I didn't expect this guy to be so cruel.

He attacked us as soon as we disagreed.

"You! You can't kill us! We are painters! We are protected."

He looked at the guards beside him.

"What are you still watching? Don't you see he wants to kill us?"

But the man bowed his hands and saluted, without any arrogance.

"Hello, senior."

The attack just now has explained everything.

This is not something a martial saint can do.

The man in front of him is definitely a master of the Hidden Yuan Realm.

He was courting death in front of such a senior, and he was able to leave a whole body, which was a blessing from his ancestors.

The painters' hearts sank.

Even the cultivators have to say senior, so what are they.

Jiang Chuan didn't even look at the trash next to him.

He looked at these people with cold eyes.

"I'll give you three breaths to tell me a reason why I won't kill you. Otherwise, you'll die."

The faces of the old men all changed in fear.

In front of such a big guy, they were no different from ants.

One of them gritted his teeth and took out a wooden box from his arms.

"Senior, this is passed down from my ancestors. Please don't despise it."

The spiritual power urged, and the wooden box was sucked into his hand.

Wrapped in spiritual power, he opened the box and saw a ball of green mist spreading.

Jiang Chuan raised his eyebrows, an interesting trick.

In the horrified eyes of several people, he threw the ball of gas back in front of them.

With a few thuds, they all died of poison.

To use this kind of thing to deal with a cultivator in the Hidden Yuan Realm, this brain circuit is really extraordinary.

Turned around and disappeared at the entrance of the secret realm.

The scene in front of him suddenly became clear, and it was no longer night.

Squinting slightly, he looked forward.

This is the edge of a basin.

The surrounding area is all yellow sand and gravel, which looks desolate.

In the central area of ​​this basin, a huge stone mountain with a diameter of more than tens of kilometers stands there.

Hundreds of cultivators around came in and out, busy and happy.

But he found that the expressions of these people were a little wrong.

Shouldn't it be a joy to mine spiritual stones?

Why are they all so bitter?

"I can't stand it! Let me out! I don't want to continue mining here!"

"I'll fight you!"

A middle-aged man rushed forward like crazy.

The pickaxe in his hand turned into a stream of light and shot towards a person not far away.

Seeing the flying tool, the young man just showed disdain on his face.

Such things often happen.

And they have only one way to solve it.

A spiritual power shot out, and the crazy man just now, along with the pickaxe he shot, was directly smashed into fragments and blood mist under this long whip of spiritual power.

When the people around saw this scene, they couldn't help but freeze.

They all looked stunned.

"Useless scum, I've given you all the chances. If you want to run, you can do it at any time, otherwise just mine honestly for me."

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