The Emperor of the Immortal Realm Chapter 40: Final battle
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Sima Yuntian and Yifeng play against each other.
The two were all lost in thought, Sima Yuntian grasped the chess piece, unable to fall for a long time. The expression in his eyes was full of solemn meaning.
Yi Feng also looked at the chessboard very solemnly. For a time, no one can do nothing.
Suddenly, a breath of sadness came from behind.
"Wow!"
Below the fighting platform, there were waves of exclamation.
The chessboards of Sima Yuntian and Yifeng are so mysterious, so many people are so flustered when they see it, so that most people turn their eyes to Mr. Wen Ruo's paintings.
It has long been rumored that Meng Wenruo's paintings are shocking to the world, but today, it turned out to be earth-shattering.
Black and white ink painting, a scene of vicissitudes of life and broken world.
The earth collapsed, countless volcanoes soared up into the sky, mountains and rivers shattered, and rivers and seas flowed backwards.
Countless creatures are running around, and the images of panic and despair make people feel sad for no reason.
Mr. Wen Ruo's paintings are very spiritual, spiritual enough to look at a character in the painting, as if seeing himself running away.
Mr. Wen Ruo no longer uses a pen at this moment, but picks up a plate of ink and splashes it on the painting.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"……………………
A puff of ink entered the picture scroll and immediately took shape. One by one, dark demons were running around the vicissitudes of life.
"Quack, quack!" "Jiejiejiejie!"
In the painting, there was a sudden burst of evil laughter.
"Help!"
"My God!"
"God, help!"
"Mother!"
"My son!"
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A voice of despair came out of the picture scroll. The hearts of countless cultivators who heard the screams of screams were hairy.
In the picture scroll, the devil is tearing away thousands of creatures and gnawing at them excitedly.
The sky is falling, the ground is falling!
Even, in the picture, the sun is shattered and the moon is broken into pieces.
The devil appeared everywhere in the world, in all the places that could be seen.
A huge picture of three feet tall, full of endless suffering!
Mr. Wen Ruo gave the last stroke of his pen.
"Boom!"
In the scene of the picture, a large amount of black mist suddenly spewed out, and in the black mist, a realm of dynamic disaster appeared.
Like the Jinxiu Miaowen not long ago, this painting can also show a dynamic atmosphere.
"Ah quack quack!"
The devil roars, swallows the creatures, and the creatures are agile, allowing the cultivators to take in.
"Glitter!"
Some timid cultivators, looking at the screen, trembled all over.
The painting is in the human bone marrow.
It's nothing. In the dark scene, suddenly, the creatures and demons inside seemed to see the cultivator under the fighting platform.
"Confucianism? Great scholars, help, save me, save my son!" An abrupt voice sounded from the screen.
Under the fighting platform, countless cultivators are suddenly stunned.
"Quack, quack, there are 70,000 people over there, 70,000 flesh and blood, quack, kill me!" The demons seemed to have seen the person on display, and wanted to rush down.
It seems that the two worlds see each other through just a layer of membrane.
"Help!" "Help me!" "Help my grandson!"………………
The creatures inside kept calling for help, and the devil roared to rush out.
However, the two worlds are separated by that layer of membrane, unable to come out, extremely tragic and extremely tragic. Above the square, it looked like a gust of wind.
Mr. Wen Ruo's painting was finally revealed to everyone.
"How is it possible, is that true? They can see us?" Mo Yuxi asked in surprise.
"Creating spirits? No wonder Mr. Wen Ruo is unwilling to paint. It turns out that his paintings have reached this level. The characters in the paintings are endowed with simple spirituality, creating spirits?" Yan Chuan sighed and looked at Mr. Wen Ruo.
The great sadness swept across the square, and the great disaster infected all the cultivators. One by one looked at Mr. Wen Ruo’s painting in horror and sadness. Some even cried out and looked at the disaster of the people in the painting. Self-restraint.
Sima Yuntian looked at in surprise: "Chuang Ling? Wen Ruo, you really opened my eyes. In just a few hundred years, you actually reached this level?"
Wen Ruo dropped the pen, tears slipped in his eyes, and he was obviously infected by his own painting.
Below, Meng Ziqiu watched silently.
"Master, your son, really good, just paint one way, I might as well, create a spirit? No one in Julu Academy has done this for many generations!" a great sage exclaimed.
Meng Ziqiu frowned and looked at the stage.
On the stage, Sima Yuntian looked at the chessboard again.
"Mr. Yi, in this game of chess, you can't help me, and I can't help you. If this goes on, it will only drag on for a long time. What if there is a draw?" Sima Yuntian solemnly said.
Yi Feng looked at the chessboard, then at Sima Yuntian, and finally nodded and said: "Okay!"
This game of chess is indeed stiff. Of course, Yifeng deliberately stiffened, because Yifeng knew that he had too little contact with the spiritual world and had seen too few worlds. It was almost impossible to defeat Sima Yuntian. , So I took a step to death! Sima Yuntian was dragged, and it was finally levelled!
A draw?
Countless repairers all around cast an unexpected look. However, looking at the chessboard on the fighting platform, everyone nodded, and the two players' chess strength was no longer what everyone could evaluate.
Yi Feng walked back to Yanchuan.
"King, draw!" Yi Feng smiled bitterly.
"Good job! Your vision is too narrow. Even so, you can make a tie. No matter how wide your vision is in the future, Sima Yuntian will definitely not be your opponent!" Yan Chuan nodded.
"Yes!" Yi Feng nodded, his eyes full of confidence.
This is the realm of Yifeng. I never think I will lose to anyone, Sima Yuntian, I will definitely defeat him in the future!
The chess game was tied, and Sima Yuntian also looked at Mr. Wen Ruo's painting.
The great sadness swept across the square, and everyone was infected by this painting, so that even after the chess game was over, there was not much discussion around, and they were all immersed in the atmosphere of sadness and despair.
Sima Yuntian didn't say much, and walked to his easel.
Grab a pot of ink and pour it on the scroll!
"Boom!"
The painter suddenly appeared large areas of pitch black.
Sima Yuntian's brush danced quickly, as if he had already thought about it in his mind, he was drawing quickly and non-stop.
"Boom!"
Sima Yuntian’s paintings are filled with muffled noises. If Wen Ruo can teach such a genius, his painting power is naturally shocking.
Everyone watched quietly, one stick of incense, two sticks of incense, three sticks of incense, one hour!
Finally, the form of Sima Yuntian's painting was revealed.
A black cloud covers the sky, and in the black cloud, thunder is shining, and the thunder and lightning are gathered into a thunder-like dragon, which shuttles through the black cloud.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"………………
There were loud noises in the picture scroll, like the sound of thunder, knocking in everyone's hearts, making everyone shocked, and quickly returning from the great sadness and desolation.
"Go!" Sima Yuntian's last stroke fell.
"Boom!"
Amidst the scroll, it suddenly soared into the sky.
The black air soars into the sky, turning into a cloud of tribulation, the cloud of tribulation is vast, and endless thunder and lightning are rolling in the cloud of tribulation.
"Boom!"
It's as if Tianwei is pressing down, as if pressing down in everyone's hearts.
"My catastrophe, ah, my catastrophe!" someone exclaimed.
"No, it's not yours, it's mine. This painting led me to the catastrophe?"
"Impossible, I am the fourth most talented state, how do I feel the catastrophe?"
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Sounds of horror were heard all around.
Thunder will fall?
The vast Tianwei? A painting shows the majesty of the sky, oppressive, and makes countless cultivators lose their judgment.
The realm in the painting also seems to be out of the painting.
Although there is no painting of people and demons, it feels the same, and it almost breaks through the film and enters the real world.
"Is it another Chuang Ling painting?" Mo Yuxi's expression changed.
At the place of Mencius Autumn, the great sages were silent for a while. All smiles bitterly.
Wen Ruo looked at his own paintings, and then at Sima Yuntian's paintings, and sighed slightly: "Teacher's paintings are always so powerful. The students will admire me for suppressing my'last days' with the'Tale'!"
Sima Yuntian shook his head and took a deep look at Wen Ruo, saying: "'Heaven's Tribulation' didn't suppress the'end of the world'. It was just a court battle. No one completely overwhelmed anyone. My robbery cloud has not disappeared. Your end of life. I haven't been pressed back into the painting, you and I are a draw!"
Wen Ruo looked at Sima Yuntian, and finally smiled slightly: "Okay!"
"A tie again?" Mo Yuxi frowned.
Yan Chuan nodded and said: "A fight is like a fight. One side wins, and the illusion created by the other side's painting will be severely suppressed. Now no one can do anything but a draw!"
"But!" Mo Yuxi frowned.
Yan Chuan shook his head, not worried.
On the bucket platform.
"In just a few hundred years, your paintings have been chasing after me. In painting, you are more talented than me! I already know about you being expelled from the gate of Julu Academy, I can only I'm sorry for you, I can't do anything!" Sima Yuntian took a deep breath.
"Teacher is interested!" Mr. Wen Ruo smiled slightly.
Speaking, Mr. Wen Ruo stepped off the platform.
"Master Yan, I can only do this!" Wen Ruo smiled bitterly.
"Enough!" Yan Chuan flashed a hint of confidence.
Speaking, Yan Chuan stepped onto the fighting platform alone. Step by step, everyone in the surroundings cast excited eyes.
Yan Chuan, gathered together Wang Su, Wen Ruo, and Yi Feng, all showed shocking power of literary and ethics. As their leader, what will happen? Yan Chuan is the protagonist in the battle for Fengshen Strategy.
On the platform, Yan Chuan looked at Sima Yuntian with confidence.
Sima Yuntian, one win and two draws!
Yan Chuan, one loss and two draws!
Sima Yuntian cleared up his mood and looked at Yan Chuan frowning.
"Qinqi, calligraphy and painting, you have already lost a game and tied two sentences. Is the last game still meaningful?" Sima Yuntian said solemnly.
"There are still'books' left. It is not certain who laughs last!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.
"Books? Haha, I, Sima Yuntian, piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, the best, in fact, only books!" Sima Yuntian said with a sneer.
"I will win!" Yan Chuan smiled.
At this moment, a disciple of Sima Yuntian, Chen Ping suddenly cried out.
"Joke, Yan Chuan, are you crazy? Qin, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, four rounds, already like this, you have no chance of winning at all, there is one round left, how do you win? You can't win!" Chen Ping shouted.
Chen Ping called out the voice of everyone, yes, the overall situation has been decided, how did Yan Chuan say such a thing? There is one game left, even if you win, it will only be a draw.
Yan Chuan looked at Chen Ping and smiled slightly.
Sima Yuntian raised his brows and looked at the youngest disciple: "Is there anyone here for you to speak?"
(To be continued)
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