Seeking the Dao in the Seemingly Mundane Mortal World Chapter 67: The world of abstract painting and the way of agriculture
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The attack has come quietly.
Zuo Qingtian could feel the sound of dragons, phoenix and unicorn roaring in the sky unknowingly start to shake the soul, slowly losing his ears, but the soul sea roared like thunder.
The scene of the ancient monsters and gods in front of me has also disappeared, and it has become a very abstract picture. The soul seems to be able to feel that it is still a dragon, a phoenix or a unicorn, but only a strange distortion can be seen visually.
The world has become abstract.
Everything seems to be an image, so is the sound, and so is the picture.
This is... the loud sound, the elephant is invisible?
Beyond the traditional Yin-Yang and Five Elements, time and space, life and death... but the sound and picture, hearing and vision, from the outside to the inside, the soul is directly infused, returning to chaos.
This is also chaos?
Maybe.
Before the chaos opened, it might have been so abstract.
Zuo Qingtian doesn't know if it is. In short, he has never been exposed to a similar attack mode.
The effect is obvious... If he can't get out of this state, he will be in this state for a lifetime.
In a strange chaos, like entering a special world, becoming an exiled wandering ghost.
Thinking of this, Zuo Qingtian has a certain degree of familiarity, exile and sealing, and his research can still be related to commonality. It can be seen that the new Tao in the world cannot be separated from the origin of the Tao. At least in the specific feedback of offense and defense, damage weakening, control, exile, imprisonment and seal are always manifested in one way, and there will never be unprovoked people gone.
Since there is a manifestation, there is a track to crack.
A **** whirlpool appeared in Zuo Qingtian's palm.
I don't know the specific purpose of the other party's painting of the ancient monsters and gods. It may be necessary for a certain medium, but it is a good thing for Zuo Qingtian. Although they are all false, in fact, as long as they have their form, they have a certain degree of spirituality. If the monsters and gods still have the divine nature, it is the way for the gods to descend. This is too familiar to a person who has no form in the way of the witch god.
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In the **** vortex, the blood shadow of the demon **** continued to intertwined and emerged, and that trace of spirituality was accurately captured, turned into flesh and blood, and from life to death, turned into a rich blood and blood, crashing into the void of this world.
He has nowhere to proceed with his own power, but borrows the spirituality of this realm itself, turns it into a demon and god's blood, and becomes a fuze to break this realm.
Ju Yunxiu in the void can't help but admire that the lord of the witch **** is the lord of the witch god, and his understanding of Dao is far from comparable to those of the witch **** sect that he has contacted before. If what everyone met back then wasn't He Guihun Fengbuying but his Zuo Qingtian, even if you didn't mention the power gap, but the law understood, now everyone's grave grass should be three feet tall.
But at the location where the left Qingtian broke through, a mass of mud suddenly went up.
The dead air collided with the mud, and the mud became sparse, but there was a seed attached to the blood, lingering no matter what.
Zuo Qingtian can already see Xu Busu and Ju Yunxiu standing in the void ahead.
He looked down at the seed in his palm and frowned, "What does this mean?"
Before it was so abstract, he didn't ask any questions. At this time, a seed that understood it made him baffled.
Because the seed itself has no power.
The aura is very strong, perhaps it is very energetic to grow into a treasure of heaven and earth, but it is really just a pure seed at the moment.
Xu Busu grinned: "You turn the dead, I reshape my life, nothing more."
With the voice, the seed suddenly sprouted.
Zuo Qingtian's expression changed drastically.
He discovered that all the blood and flesh of the demon **** he had condensed just now had become the supply of this seed. This seemingly insignificant seed was frantically competing with him for blood and hostility, and he actually couldn't grab this kind of seed.
There is no demon **** here. It is just the meager spirituality in the painting. It is the supernatural power of Lao Tzu that has condensed and evolved the blood of the demon god. Why did you take away this inexplicable seed?
The most annoying thing is that I can't get it!
"If you talk about the ability to absorb nutrients from the soil and grow and break the soil at all costs, people are obviously no better than just any grass." Xu Bugui smiled and said: "Of course, it's not very competitive for plants and trees to compete with you for nutrients. But I am also indifferent."
Ten Thousand Ways Immortal Palace, the way of agriculture.
In just such a sentence, the spirituality of those demon gods has been absorbed completely, and the seed has turned into a piece of grass, which cannot be attached to Zuo Qingtian's hand.
Then... began to frantically absorb Zuo Qingtian's own flesh and blood and mana.
I've said "Sculpting vitality, nothing more..." But now it's killing me.
Zuo Qingtian was not surprised, his luck was shaken, and he wanted to shake the grass away. The grass swayed low, but was not shaken away after all.
"Don’t look at the tender grass. The wind blows through the huge trees. People’s grass is still alive. I want to get rid of it, but I find that it’s rooted far deeper than what I can see outside. It’s not easy to remove. It's a knot." Xu Bujue dutifully explained.
In fact, I don't explain that Zuo Qingtian can understand it himself, even Zuo Qingtian knows why Xu Budou's mouth is so cheap that he wants to explain.
Because he really wants to let the world know what the modern Taoism is, what is the difference with the traditional immortality, and...is it more like an immortal than throwing a fireball into a thunder and lightning?
This is the comparative heart that the founder cannot hide, and the desire to preach.
The sermon spreads on Tangtang Wuxiang...
Zuo Qingtian didn't know whether it was angry or laughing. The inexplicable painting and sound, the inexplicable farming method are incompatible with the conventional fairy painting style, but they do not deviate from the principles of the world. If it is a daily contest, Zuo Qingtian may be very happy and have fun in fighting.
However, at this moment, it is a life-and-death battle. Although Zuo Qingtian is militant, he is not a fatal martial idiot. Fate is even more important.
While controlling his own flesh and blood from being absorbed, he quickly grabbed the piece of green grass in his hand with the other hand, and directly ripped off a large piece of his flesh and blood, and the blood rushed out, but the piece of grass was finally helpless. , Fell into the void and withered quickly.
However, the painting world is closed, and he is in that kind of abstract exile again, unable to get out.
From the beginning to the end, Zuo Qingtian tried to crack the new way without even sending out an attack.
He didn't care about the flow of his own blood, and silently replied to the turbulent qi and blood in his body, and suddenly said: "You two are with me. Are you afraid that Tiansongzi will slaughter your doorman?"
Xu Bugui smiled and didn't answer.
Zuo Qingtian understood: "The two of you are mainly trying to trap me, because you are not sure to kill me. That is to say, I look forward to the other side being able to kill the pine nuts first, and then come together to kill me... You also arranged Stronger, against Tiansongzi."
"It’s not that it’s not specially arranged to kill someone first." Xu Busu said honestly: "It’s the gambling sect to isolate you. You couldn’t resist the gambling sect’s tricks, but they couldn’t be precise. Allocation, you can only roll the dice randomly. You are lucky, if you are assigned to us, Tiansongzi is almost lucky..."
"..." Zuo Qingtian is extremely solemn: "Who is lurking here? Xiyue? Crane Mourning?"
"No." Xu Busu was still honest: "It's just that the pine nuts have no horses, we have them."
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The location where Tian Songzi was randomly assigned was exactly the same as Zuo Qingtian saw.
The dragon and the phoenix are flying, the unicorns roar, the demons and gods dance wildly, and the gluttony is fighting the Qiongqi.
It can be seen that all areas are actually a layout...
"It's just a mural that pretends to be a ghost." Tian Songzi took a look at it, because he was so familiar with these ethnic groups.
The phoenix is not one.
Why is Meng Qingying called Fenghuang in his previous life, not Phoenix? It is not a deliberate pass, nor is it purely the meaning of the emperor, but because it is the first phoenix in the beginning, with a colorful pattern on its body, not a single color pattern. So it can be divided into five by itself. After that, new phoenixes continue to be born and evolve from the door. At this time, they are all monochromatic phoenixes, as its subordinates, and then multiply into ethnic groups.
As for her boss is a single dog, and everything else is in pairs, Meng Qingying also burst into tears when she recalled her previous life. She didn't know how the days passed, it was too miserable.
Too far, in short, Tiangong enslaved many of the dragon and phoenix at this time, as well as unicorns... are all mounts.
Tian Songzi's mount is a unicorn.
To break this kind of painting, the real unicorn will appear, and the fake will naturally be broken...
Tian Songzi waved his sleeves, auspicious clouds rose, and a little unicorn jumped out.
It seems to be saying, I also have a horse.
"Go, tear up this fake painting." Tian Songzi pointed forward: "It is a great blasphemy to pretend to be a unicorn."
Little Qilin stared at the mural for a long time, and suddenly screamed in ecstasy.
Then...a hoof kicked Tian Songzi's chest.
Tian Songzi: "???"
At the same time, there was a terrifying coercion from the sky, colorful auspicious clouds like wind and thunder, and a snow-white unicorn with violent rage, stomped on him viciously.
The murals in this area do look the same as elsewhere...The difference is that the paintings in other areas are all fake, while the paintings in this area...are a little bit real.
The dragon and phoenix are fake, and the unicorn is real.