Emperor Yutianwu

Qin Guang heaved a sigh of relief. It didn't seem too exaggerated to hear that.

"But it takes tens of millions of years to get one scroll. The Lord of Strength has been expelled for 130 million years, so there are 13 scrolls... It's still scary."

Qin Qian nodded: "Yes, so Wen Shen was actually very strong back then. But what is Wen Shen? He is the kind of person who holds back his ultimate move. If he is really given time, the scrolls he has accumulated will be very terrifying."

Qin Guang frowned: "Doesn't that mean he is invincible in the same realm?"

Chu Yan is strong, right?

But no matter how strong he is, he is just one person.

If Wen Shen can't beat you alone, let's get a dozen.

Everyone's realm is the same.

Qin Qian nodded: "It's about the same."

Qin Guang helplessly: "Dad, aren't you worried? In this case, Wen Shen is invincible, who can fight him?"

Qin Qian smiled and said: "What are you afraid of? Wen Shen's inheritance has a big drawback, that is, it is impossible to create a scroll stronger than itself. As long as Chu reaches a higher level, the number of people will no longer be an advantage."

Qin Guang thought for a while and nodded slightly.

That makes sense.

Quantity vs. quality, obviously the latter is more important.

But after a while, Qin Guang's face drooped again: "Dad, are you kidding me? Wen Shen is the Lord of Power! The realm ceiling..."

Qin Qian smiled and said, "Who knows, let's talk about it later. The Lord of Power... may not be the end of the road of cultivation, and I always feel that the way to cultivate the Lord of Power may not be correct."

Qin Guang puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Qin Qian said indifferently: "I ask you, what is the Lord of Power? It is to seize the power of heaven and earth for your own use, to be the enemy of the universe, and to enter the void. However, if this road is correct, why did the Lord of Heaven and the others leave, but still desperately want to return. And the Nine Realms... Many years ago, there were rumors that the true road to the supreme realm must be in the Nine Realms."

Qin Guang was silent and didn't speak.

That's right.

It's still early.

At this time, he looked up at the battlefield, but frowned: "It's not easy... 1 vs 6!"

The iron-faced scholar is more powerful than everyone else.

Not only is he very strong alone, he also has three paintings of the scattered power realm.

This is a bit scary.

Tian Jue and Qilin looked at it, and their hearts were trembling.

This action is a three-person operation, but before coming, everyone thought that Tian Jue would be the strongest today.

Now it seems that he is not.

The iron-faced scholar hides deeper than anyone else.

Qilin said to Tian Jue: "If it were you who met him, what would be your chance of winning?"

Tian Jue said solemnly: "It's hard to say. If it was him, I wouldn't be afraid, but with these three paintings, I would definitely not be able to defeat him. In the scattered power realm, there is not such a big gap, it is difficult to kill..."

Tsk!

However, Tian Jue's voice was not finished.

A stunning sword light slashed down from a distance.

Boom!

The scroll of the spirit god was directly pierced by a sword, and then exploded in the air, turning into countless ink and water and the power of the avenue.

Tian Jue's mouth twitched.

This is a bit of a slap in the face.

The iron-faced scholar looked at the broken scroll with great heartache.

He had thought that if he had the chance, he could draw thousands of scattered power realms. Even if the Lord of Power returned, he would have the confidence to fight him.

But now he has only accumulated 3 pieces, and one of them was killed in a second.

Chu Yan smiled and said, "The way of painting... is a bit interesting. This one is really interesting. It's a pity that these paintings are not real enough. There are only forms but no spirit!"

After saying that, he disappeared in a flash and took the initiative to kill the God of War Scroll.

He slapped out with one palm.

The God of War Scroll threw a punch, but then with a click, it retreated several steps.

Chu Yan shook his head: "It's too far away. A painting is just a painting after all. The body, experience, and strength are not comparable to real people."

"I can roughly see that although these paintings have the shapes of the God of War and the God of Literature, the combat experience and the operation of the Great Dao all come from you. I think it's meaningless for you to do this. These paintings are just you after the disguise, which is a bit flashy."

Chu Yan commented while fighting: "If I were you, I would draw a lot of self-portraits and throw them directly on the battlefield, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. Moreover, I think if you draw yourself, the strength of the painting will increase. After all, the person who knows you best in this world is yourself. These powers are the strongest when you exert them yourself."

The iron-faced scholar listened with a gloomy face.

Draw yourself?

To be honest, he had never thought about it before.

It's not just him. In fact, all painters are the same. They rarely choose to draw themselves.

Even some painters who don't practice rarely draw themselves.

Because for painters, especially those who copy, there are two key factors, one is the hand holding the pen, and the other is the eyes.

Any painter must have a pair of bright eyes, and everything they paint is what they see with their eyes.

But the eyes often cannot see themselves.

But at this moment, the iron-faced scholar fell into deep thought after hearing Chu Yan's words.

"Will you become stronger if you paint yourself?"

Is that so?

He didn't know.

In fact, his painting path has also encountered a bottleneck.

It has been a long time since he made a breakthrough.

Chu Yan sneered: "Painters rarely draw themselves because they can't see themselves, but I think this is wrong. Real painters should paint with their hearts. Painters who rely on their eyes to paint are ultimately imperfect and are just gods." No. As the saying goes, it is difficult to paint the skin of a tiger, but if you paint a dragon without a touch of context, it will always be just a false dragon. The dragon on paper is not the dragon in the sky. "

The hard-faced scholar fell into deep thought.

is that so?

He actually felt a little unhappy.

He is an expert in painting, but today Chu Yan actually taught him on painting.

But he didn't rush to refute.

As a genius of Wen Shumen, he has been able to reach this point because he has always understood one truth, which is not to rush to deny other people's opinions.

Sometimes, it is easier for onlookers to see something clearly.

The hard-faced scholar carefully thought about some of Chu Yan's statements.

Do you draw with your heart, not your eyes?

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the masked scholar backed away a thousand meters, took out a delicate paintbrush from the space ring, then took out a drawing board and album, and started painting directly on the spot.

The point is, this time he picked up the brush and slowly closed his eyes before painting.

The moment he closed his eyes, everything in the world went dark.

He was actually a little panicked.

As a painter, he relies heavily on his eye.

In the past, he painted based on his own eyesight.

But today, he wanted to try painting with his mind's eye.

He had never tried it. He closed his eyes and raised the brush in his hand in the air for a long time, but it didn't fall down for a long time.

No way to put pen to paper.

As a painter, he actually couldn't draw for a while.

Qilin and Tianjue both frowned at this time, what are you doing?

During the war, you went to paint?

But the two of them couldn’t say.

After all, up to now, the iron-faced scholar is painting, and he has also dedicated two San Gong realms to fight.

Qilin whispered: "He seems to have some new insights, don't disturb him, let's go together."

Tian Jue nodded: "It's a good thing that you can still gain some insights after you have reached the level of San Gong. Let's hold off as long as possible."

Qilin thought for a moment and nodded slightly: "Let's take action!"

Whoosh!

The next moment, the two of them took action together.

"kill!"

Qilin roared, and his whole body burned with blue hellfire again.

On the other side, Tian Jue was also firing on all cylinders. He put his hands together, pulled out a divine spear from an unknown space, and quickly stabbed Chu Yan.

Chu Yan glanced at the tough-faced scholar, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and did not disturb him.

It stands to reason that as an enemy, the first thing he should do is to destroy the scholar's understanding. This is the right thing.

But he didn't, because he also wanted to verify whether his idea was correct.

far away.

Qin Guang looked at it and said anxiously: "It's nonsense. You are preparing for the enemy in the face of battle, isn't it? Once the scholar with the iron mask has a new understanding and takes another step forward, this kid will only be in more trouble."

Qin Qian said lightly: "That's why he is absolutely confident."

Qin Guang said nothing.

…

boom!

Click!

On the battlefield.

The five figures fought again.

Chu Yan was 1 against 4, and he was extremely brave at this moment. Countless red threads surged out from deep in his left hand, and merged with the Heaven-Refining Divine Sword. The blood in his body flowed out, and formed a circle with the Heaven-Refining Divine Sword. The large cycle will complete the exoskeleton.

Then he swiped forward sharply.

puff!

Tian Jue was knocked back again with the magic gun in his hand.

On the other side, Qilin transformed into a huge bone beast again, trampling down like a hill with a big foot.

Chu Yan stood there without dodging, and stretched his palm forward.

boom!

The earth shattered.

The giant foot actually hovered.

At this time, the God of War and the God of Wen quickly approached from both sides, one with a gun and the other with a pen, but their attack methods were very single.

The God of War's gun doesn't look like a gun, and the God of Wen's pen doesn't look like a pen. After all, the two of them were drawn by a hard-faced scholar, so they don't have very powerful gun skills.

The Literary God's pen is pretty good, but the Iron-faced Scholar can only draw with a pen. He doesn't use a pen to fight with people, but a sword.

So at this moment, the guns and pens of the two people were waving towards each other, both like swords.

The writing skill is better, the pen is not too long and can be used as a sword.

The God of War was a little troubled.

His spear was too long and he was swinging it like a sword, almost stabbing himself several times.

Chu Yan stretched out one hand, grabbed the God of War's spear with his bare hands, pulled it hard, and then punched it down.

boom!

The God of War was blown away on the spot.

He turned around and kicked out, smashing Wen Shen's pen, and swung the Tian Lian Shen Sword.

puff!

The literary spirit turned into a puddle of ink and disappeared.

Chu Yan shook his head: "There are too many differences. As long as you are a human being, you will have things you are good at and things you are not good at."

Even he himself is the same. Although he opened the universe, the main weapon is still the sword, so he always uses the sword.

The clone he created would also have trouble holding a gun.

Qilin and Tianjue steadied themselves, with gloomy expressions on their faces: "Damn it, what should we do now?"

"The two of us are no match for him."

Tian Jue raised his head and glanced at the tough-faced scholar.

Qilin said: "Do you want to wake him up?"

Time is running out.

Tian Jue gritted his teeth: "No, just wait a little longer and let him continue!"

He knew very well that with Chu Yan's current fighting prowess, the Iron-faced Scholar would still be no match for the three of them even if he woke up.

Don’t forget, Chu Yan hasn’t used the Eternal Day Sword Technique that he used to kill the Chen Family Master and the Fighting Spirit.

People in the Creation Period don’t know that the sword technique is the Heaven Refining Sword Technique, so it is now called the Eternal Day Immortal Technique.

So if they want to win, they must have a breakthrough!

The Iron-faced Scholar is their only chance now.