Chapter 1047: The World Under the Pen

This finger pointed out without a trace of murderous intent, but the spiritual realm of the young man in white robes has undergone tremendous changes. The sky turned upside down, the mountains and rivers were upside down, the stars and the moon were dark, and it entered the end of the world in an instant. The young man in white robes stretched out his hand expressionlessly, as if he had split time and space, and forcibly expelled Zhang Jun's great Dao magical power.

Zhang Jun was not discouraged, he was just trying his hand. His great Dao magical power is ever-changing, it can save people, kill people, create all things, and evolve all laws, and he can do everything.

The young man in white robes is proud and independent, with a peerless posture. Every move can resonate with the great Dao, and all laws follow. He seems to be the center of the universe and the will of heaven and earth. As Zhang Jun's great Dao magical power continues to be displayed, he also displays all kinds of incredible means, splitting mountains and rivers with his hands and pointing down stars.

On the other hand, Zhang Jun looks calm and indifferent, always pointing out a finger lightly. The later he fought, the sharper his attack became. Sword energy, knife light, mountains, lightning, and many natural laws were controlled by him and bombarded the young man in white robe.

However, the latter was not a pushover. He was like a fallen immortal, with his spirit revealed. He killed the world with one finger and smashed the world with one punch. Although Zhang Jun's attack was powerful, he still couldn't gain the upper hand.

The two sides were fighting fiercely, and the expressionless face appeared again, watching the fight quietly. When Zhang Jun forced the white-clothed man back with a punch, he exclaimed, "Amazing, you can tie with the young Emperor Shennong, which shows your strong qualifications and great potential."

"What? Emperor Shennong?" Zhang Jun was surprised. He never expected that the person in front of him was the ancestor of the Shennong Sect. Without saying a word, he bowed down and was very respectful.

The young man in white robe stopped his attack at this moment. He glanced at Zhang Jun and his figure gradually disappeared.

"It's over?" Zhang Jun asked.

"The emperor in his youth is hard to surpass. In fact, if you continue to fight, you will definitely win." The face said, "There are nine more people behind. I believe you can hold on. Practice your great power. It will be very useful in the seventh level." After that, he disappeared.

Zhang Jun did not ask the next eight people what they were. These people were all outstanding, talented, and powerful. They were either ancient emperors or mythical giants. Just their initial appearance shook the heaven and earth. Zhang Jun fought hard, and in eight battles, he tied six and won two. After the last game, he was exhausted.

The face appeared at this moment and said coldly: "I will take you to the seventh level." After that, he blew a breath without waiting for Zhang Jun to speak.

A whirlwind rolled up Zhang Jun, and he felt his feet lighten. In the changing light and shadow, he was in a passage. The passage was circular, like a pipe. The back was infinitely far away, and the end could not be seen. The front was blocked by a circular screen. He took a look and found it very strange, as if it was the critical point between two worlds, which was difficult to shake.

A human face appeared above the screen and said, "If you want to pass through, you must use the magical power of brush and ink to blast open the boundary gate, otherwise you will be trapped here forever." After that, it disappeared again.

Zhang Jun was stunned, magical power of brush and ink? He took a look at the screen and immediately understood that he was asked to paint on it, but how to paint with magical power? Suddenly, an idea came to him, and he immediately took out the divine ban of the Great Dao and transformed it into a brush. He thought about it and casually drew a stroke on the screen.

This time, he brought a trace of murderous intent left by several breakthroughs. With a stroke, a brilliant sword energy appeared behind him, and with a "bang", the endless passage was broken up, revealing a vast world of nothingness, like a scroll without any brush or ink embellishment.

Zhang Jun's eyes lit up, and he immediately knew the key to this level. He thought: "I have seen the God of Creation, and I have the great power of the Great Dao. This level should not be difficult for me. It is nothing more than the world of creation."

After that, he splashed ink and used the brush in his hand to sweep and move, and a beautiful landscape appeared on the screen. At the same time, the passage behind him had completely collapsed, and a brand new world was constructed under his pen. Mountains, rivers, grasslands, plains and deserts, birds and beasts, flowers, birds, fish and insects, everything, all emerged in it, from virtual to real, and vividly presented in front of him.

At the beginning, Zhang Jun was still able to do it with ease, but after painting halfway, he felt that his physical strength was seriously depleted, and he had to take a lot of magic pills to continue to persist. This made him alert in his heart, thinking: "It seems that I will be out of spirit at every level. It seems that I still lack strength, and I have to continue to improve in the future."

When there was only one tenth of the painting left, even the magic pill was not enough to maintain his physical strength. In desperation, he had to take out a "heavenly talisman" to enhance his strength, and then he barely completed the last stroke.

As soon as the masterpiece was completed, the world behind him "boomed" and "came alive". The fish in it were swimming, the birds were flying, the flowers were blooming, the trees were shaking, the wind was blowing and the rain was falling, the thunder was roaring and the fog was misty. It was completely a world.

This painting consumed too much of Zhang Jun's energy. He stared at the painting and suddenly had a glimmer of enlightenment in his heart. He said: "This level has made me understand the nerve of creation better. Could it be that the human world was originally created by others in this way?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen suddenly exploded. In the world he created, a breath of destruction and death spread. A human face appeared at the right time and said: "This is the eighth level. If you can save the world, you will pass it."

Zhang Jun didn't ask much. He knew that this level was still testing his nerve of creation. Creation seemed to be the only ability required in the nine levels. And if you understand creation, you will understand the origin.

The breath of death and destruction became stronger and stronger. Two huge black shadows appeared, one in the west and the other in the north. The former represented death, and the latter represented destruction. They exuded a quasi-Daluo-level aura, constantly releasing power to corrode the world he created.

Zhang Jun observed calmly. He knew that these two enemies were very powerful and could not be defeated by force. He had to find their weaknesses.

"There are yin and yang in the world. There is destruction and creation. There is life and death. Neither side can disappear. In this case, it is easy to deal with." After saying that, he used the means of the creation nerve to evolve vitality and create all things. In an instant, it seemed like billions of years had passed. One species after another was born. They developed wisdom and established civilization.

These species will die after they are born, but they also leave offspring. In this way, they form a cycle with death. This world also often suffers disasters, landslides, strong winds and thunder and lightning, but the creatures have also learned to transform the world, and they work together with Zhang Jun to maintain the stability of the world.

In a trance, Zhang Jun saw the world he had drawn on the screen, forming a perfect circle, from birth to death, from death to birth; destruction after creation, and continued creation after destruction, isn't the world like this?

Everything disappeared, and Zhang Jun's changes were very great. He just stood there, as if he was in motion. At some point, an old man with a white beard appeared in front of him riding a green ox. The old man had a childlike face and white hair, and looked at him with a smile.