Chapter 484: The Holy One [2]

Everything happened again in the future.

A thousand years ago, Ye Chaofeng climbed Xueluo Mountain on foot, and Xie Aoyu walked down from Xueluo Mountain. Two people who were more than a thousand years apart and in completely opposite directions seemed to be completely integrated in Xie Aoyu's body and mind.

At this moment, he was Ye Chaofeng.

He was re-understanding Ye Chaofeng's deep understanding of Snow Luo Mountain at that moment. That feeling was indescribably wonderful, like a god.

A bit of cold air is released from the mountain hiking in the snow.

The picture of Hiking in the Snow is a painting by a generation of painters who used his own life force to describe the connotation of Ye Chaofeng's mountaineering in the snow at the expense of his own life. It can be said that all the charm and connotation of what happened at that time were completely integrated into this painting. Xie Aoyu knew that he could feel the mood in the painting god's heart.

He was moved by Ye Chaofeng.

Moved and persevered in his heart, he created the most meaningful painting in his life at the cost of his life, and it was the interpretation of his life. From then on, his spirit and soul became like this painting. Pass on forever.

The touch of life.

The heartbeat of Snow Mountain.

Ye Chaofeng's insights on life.

When Xie Aoyu came down from Xueluo Mountain, that heartbeat and everything converged deep in Xie Aoyu's heart. It was like lightning flashing across Xie Aoyu's mind, cutting through the dark twilight. A picture that shocked the sky and the earth appeared in Xie Aoyu's mind.

Snow Luo Mountain stretches tens of millions of miles across the wonderful continent.

Its main peak reaches 9,999 meters straight into the sky, and on the top of the mountain, a majestic and fighting holy dragon stands with its head held high. It has beautiful lines all over its body, with its head held high, looking up to the sky. It seemed to send to heaven the eternal challenge of its innermost being.

Fight the dragon!

This is the war dragon, one of the nine holy dragons of the dragon clan. The holy dragon lives by fighting. It is also the only extraordinary dragon clan that can compete with the Tyrannosaurus Rex, the emperor of dragons.

Originally, when Xie Aoyu understood Snow Luo Mountain, what appeared was a Tyrannosaurus Rex, but now it turned into a fighting dragon.

It means that his enlightenment has reached the final point.

There is a person sitting on the back of the war dragon.

It’s Xie Aoyu!

An awe-inspiring fighting spirit suddenly surged out of Xie Aoyu's body in reality, and his shocking fighting spirit seemed to disturb the hiking map in the snow.

brush!

I don't know when or where a pen flew into Xie Aoyu's hand. He was in a strange state. He suddenly stood up and came to the picture of hiking in the snow with the pen in hand. The description at the top of the scroll was extremely fast, without any stagnation.

His wrist was steady, and his brushstrokes seemed to be divinely assisted. He quickly started writing on the picture of hiking in the snow, and a brand new picture gradually appeared in his pen. It formed a complete picture with the picture of hiking in the snow. It did not appear to be out of place, and Xie Aoyu He had never studied painting, but what he painted was comparable to what the painting gods of that generation had painted. It was even so consistent that it was as if two people separated by more than a thousand years had become close friends and jointly described a perfect painting. Like a picture scroll.

There has never been a moment when Xie Aoyu felt so smooth.

It seems that everything in the world has been condensed in his brushstrokes, and he seems to be able to present everything on this scroll. This scroll also shows him his greatness, and even expresses the emotion of a generation of painting gods before his death.

He was moved by Ye Chaofeng.

The touch from the soul, passed down for thousands of years, deeply shocked Xie Aoyu, allowing him to overcome all obstacles and resonate with that generation of painting gods and generation of fighting masters.

Their thoughts, their feelings, their touches, everything was conveyed to Xie Aoyu, making Xie Aoyu fill the lives of two people at once.

He understood the feeling of Ye Chaofeng's sudden enlightenment on Snow Mountain. He understood the feeling of a generation of painting gods who would rather die than paint this painting. He also understood the inner state of his own heart.

At the same time, outside the secret room, everything was going on in an orderly manner.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Everyone is busy with their own affairs. Lingyun'er is dealing with matters of the Chamber of Commerce, Yaqing is accompanying her, and Hoshino and others are doing their own things.

It was in the afternoon of the second day.

As the sun sets in the west, there is a ray of sunset on the horizon, and the burning clouds are very charming.

A subtle fluctuation suddenly spread from the secret room. The first thing that was sensed was Xingye. He was the strongest and appeared like a ghost outside the secret room where Xie Aoyu was retreating.

Immediately afterwards, a number of heavenly king-level masters appeared all around.

They looked at the secret room quietly, seeming to see through the barriers and saw Xie Aoyu in the secret room. Under the influence of his extraordinary mental state that merged with Ye Chaofeng and the God of Painting, they gradually became spiritually sublimated. Under his leadership, they went to participate in the secret room. Learn about Snow Mountain and understand the spirit of painting.

"Sister, what's going on?" After receiving the reward, Lingyun'er, Yaqing and others rushed over, including quite a few saint-level masters.

None of them could feel what was going on in the secret room, but when they saw Hoshino and the others closing their eyes slightly, with uncontrollable joy on their faces, they knew what must have happened.

"I don't know, it seems, it seems..." Yaqing seemed to have a feeling vaguely, but she couldn't touch it, catch it, and couldn't describe it. However, her spirit seemed to be gradually concentrated, and a brand new picture appeared. Coming out, it seemed as if Xie Aoyu had traveled through thousands of years and arrived at Xueluo Mountain. He and Ye Chaofeng were walking side by side. In the distance, a generation of painters was concentrating on something, painting something with a splash of ink.

The feeling was strong, like real.

Yaqing was also brought to a comprehensive sublimation of her mood, especially since her relationship with Xie Aoyu was very close, so relatively speaking, Yaqing's understanding was more due to Xie Aoyu's help, and he opened her body and mind to Yaqing, allowing her to Feeling the most real thing is definitely of indescribable benefit to Yaqing's practice.

Even the Heavenly King can feel it. After all, both Ye Chaofeng and the painting god of the generation are extraordinary beings. Their inner cultivation has reached an astonishing level, far beyond what ordinary Heavenly Kings can match.

At the same time, underground in the Violet Chamber of Commerce, in an underground space as deep as 100 meters, an old man who had been silent for an unknown number of years was breathing heavily and gradually, as if his lost mental power was rapidly disappearing. When he came back, his wrinkled face had also been smoothed away, and it was extremely radiant, but his hair was still snow-white, and his closed eyes slowly opened.

It was like a flash of lightning.

With the return of vitality, an astonishing momentum bloomed from the old man's body. He looked up at the room where Xie Aoyu was, "Who, who awakened me who was about to lose all vitality, who re-instilled vitality in me, is it?" Who brought my spirit to a thousand years ago, who made me understand the secret of life in Snow Mountain, who moved me." He murmured to himself, but two tears slowly shed from the corners of his eyes.

He was moved by the painting god's final act of splashing ink.

Cried.

People also came to life.

I have been in seclusion for decades, and once I gain enlightenment, I will return!

The old man said softly: "I'm back!"