Chapter 1059 The World of Abstract Painting and the Way of Farming

The attack has already quietly approached.

Zuo Qingtian could feel the roaring sound of the dragon, phoenix and unicorn in the sky began to shake the soul unknowingly, and gradually lost his hearing, but the sea of ​​souls roared like thunder.

And the scene of the ancient demon god in front of him also disappeared, and the picture became very abstract, and the soul seemed to be able to feel that it was still a dragon, a phoenix, or a unicorn, but only strange distortions could be seen visually.

The world has become abstract.

It seems that everything is an image, so is the sound, and so is the picture.

This is... the sound of the big voice, but the invisible elephant?

Breaking away from the traditional yin and yang and five elements, time and space, life and death... but sound and picture, hearing and vision, from the outside to the inside, straight to the soul, returning to chaos.

Is this also chaos?

Maybe.

Before the chaos opened, it might be so abstract.

Zuo Qingtian didn't know if it was, in short, he had never been exposed to a similar attack mode.

The effect is also obvious... If he can't get out of this state, he will be in this state for the rest of his life.

In strange chaos, like entering a special realm, become an exiled wandering ghost.

Thinking of this, Zuo Qingtian has a certain degree of familiarity. Exile and sealing can still be related to his research. It can be seen that it is impossible for the new way in the world to break away from the origin of the way. At least in terms of specific feedback on offense and defense, damage weakening, control, exile, imprisonment and seal are always reflected, and people will never disappear for no reason.

Since there is a manifestation, there is a trajectory to crack.

A bloody whirlpool appeared in Zuo Qingtian's palm.

I don't know the specific intention of the other party to draw the shape of the ancient demon god, maybe it is necessary for a certain medium, but it is a good thing for Zuo Qingtian. Although they are all fake, in fact, as long as they have a shape, they have a certain spirituality. If the demon gods still have divinity, they are the way to descend from the gods. This is too familiar to a formless person who is a witch god.

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In the blood-colored vortex, the blood shadows of demons and gods are constantly intertwined and emerging, and that trace of spirituality is accurately captured, turned into flesh and blood, and transformed from life to death, into a rich blood of death, breaking through the void of this world.

He has nowhere to start with his own power, but borrows the spirituality of this world itself, turns into the demon god Bloody, and becomes the fuse that breaks through this world.

Ju Yunxiu in the void couldn't help admiring that the master of the witch god is the master of the witch god, and his understanding of the Dao is far from that of those who came into contact with the witch god sect before. If what everyone met back then was not He Gui Hun Feng Buli but Zuo Qingtian, even if we don't mention the difference in strength, but we understand the law, now everyone's grave grass should be three feet high.

But at the position where Zuo Qingtian broke through the boundary, a lump of mud suddenly stuck on it.

The dead air collided with the mud, and the mud became rotten, but there was a seed attached to the blood, and it would not linger.

Zuo Qingtian could already see Xu Buyi and Ju Yunxiu standing in the void in front of him.

He looked down at the seeds in his palm, frowned and said, "What's the meaning of this?"

It was so abstract before, and he didn't ask any questions, but now he sees a seed so clear that he is baffled.

Because the seed itself has no power whatsoever.

The aura is very strong, and it may grow into some kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure with great energy, but at present it is really just a pure seed.

Xu Buyi grinned: "You turn death into life, I shape life, that's all."

Following the voice, the seeds sprouted suddenly.

Zuo Qingtian's expression changed drastically.

He found that all the flesh and blood of the demon god he condensed just now had become the nourishment of this seed, and this seemingly inconspicuous seed was frantically competing with him for the bloody energy, but he still couldn't grab this seed.

There is no demon god here, it is just the meager spirituality in the painting, it is Lao Tzu's supernatural power that condenses and evolves the demon god bloody, why should this inexplicable seed be snatched away by you?

The most annoying thing is that I can't grab it!

"When it comes to the ability to absorb nutrients from the soil and grow and break through the soil regardless of everything, humans are obviously no match for any grass." Xu Buyi smiled and said: "Of course, it's nothing for ordinary plants to compete with you for nutrients, but I am too. There is no phase."

Wan Dao Immortal Palace, the way of agriculture.

In just one sentence, the spirituality of those demon gods has been completely absorbed, and the seeds have turned into a piece of grass, which cannot be attached to Zuo Qingtian's hands.

Then... began to crazily absorb Zuo Qingtian's own flesh and blood and mana.

It was agreed to "shape life, that's all..." But now it's time to kill.

Zuo Qingtian was not surprised, he was shocked and wanted to shake the grass away. The green grass drooped and swayed, but it was not shaken away after all.

"Don't look at the tenderness of the grass, the wind that can break the giant tree is blowing, and the grass is still alive. I want to pull it out, but I find that the roots of the tree are much deeper than what I saw from the outside. It is not easy to pull out, let alone a knot .” Xu Buyi explained conscientiously.

In fact, Zuo Qingtian can understand it without explaining it, even Zuo Qingtian knows why Xu Buyi has such a cheap mouth and just wants to explain.

Because he really wanted to let the world know what the ancient new way is, how it differs from the traditional fairy art, and...is it more like a fairy than throwing a fireball to split a thunderbolt?

This is the desire for comparison and the desire to evangelize that Taoists cannot hide.

The sermon was spread on Tangtang Wuxiang...

Zuo Qingtian didn't know whether to be angry or laughing. The inexplicable painting and sound, the inexplicable way of farming are incompatible with the conventional fairy painting style, but there is no fundamental reason to deviate from the world. If it was a daily contest, Zuo Qingtian might be very happy and enjoy fighting.

However, this moment is a battle of life and death, although Zuo Qingtian is warlike, he is not a martial idiot who wants to die, his old life is more important.

While controlling his own flesh and blood from being absorbed, the other hand quickly grabbed the piece of green grass in his hand, and directly tore off a large piece of his own flesh and blood, and the blood gushed out, but the piece of green grass finally had nothing to support and fell on the ground. Withered quickly in the void.

However, the world of painting is closed, and he is in that abstract state of exile, unable to get out.

From the beginning to the end, Zuo Qingtian was trying to crack the new way, and he didn't even send out an attack.

He didn't care about his own blood flow, he silently restored the somewhat disordered blood in his body, and suddenly said: "You two are here with me, so you are not afraid that the pine nuts will slaughter your disciples?"

Xu Busu smiled and didn't answer.

Zuo Qingtian understood: "The two of you mainly want to trap me, because you are not sure about killing me. That is to say, you expect the other side to kill the pine nuts first, and then come together to kill me... You also arranged stronger opponents, Deal with the pine nuts."

"It's not a deliberate arrangement to kill someone first." Xu Buyi said honestly: "It was the Gambling Sect's doing to separate you. You can roll dice randomly. You are more lucky, and you are assigned to us, and Tiansongzi is less lucky..."

"..." Zuo Qingtian was extremely dignified: "Who is lurking here? Xiyue? Crane Mourning?"

"No." Xu Buyi was still honest: "It's just that the pine nuts don't have horses, but we have them."

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The location randomly assigned by Tiansongzi is exactly the same as what Zuo Qingtian saw.

Dragons and phoenixes soar, unicorns howl, demons and gods dance wildly, and gluttons beat the poor.

It can be seen that all areas are actually a layout...

"It's just a mural painting pretending to be a ghost." Tiansongzi found out at a glance, because he was too familiar with these ethnic groups.

Phoenix is ​​not one.

Why was Meng Qingying called Fenghuang in her previous life, not Phoenix? It's not a deliberate fake, nor is it purely the emperor's intention, but because it is the first phoenix in the beginning, with five-color patterns on its body instead of single-color patterns. So it itself can turn one into five. Afterwards, new phoenixes continued to be born and evolved from the gate. At this time, they were all monochromatic phoenixes, as its subordinates, and then multiplied into a group.

As far as her eldest brother is a single dog, the others are in pairs. Meng Qingying burst into tears recalling her previous life. She doesn't know how she got through the days.

Far away, in short, Tiangong enslaved many dragons and phoenixes at this time, as well as unicorns... all of them are mounts.

The mount of Tiansongzi is a unicorn.

To break this kind of painting, the real unicorn will appear, and the fake one will naturally be broken...

Tiansongzi waved his sleeves, auspicious clouds rose, and a little unicorn jumped out.

It seems to say, I also have a horse.

"Go, tear up this fake painting." Tiansongzi pointed forward: "It's a big blasphemy to pretend to be a unicorn."

The little unicorn stared blankly at the mural for a long time, and suddenly howled with joy.

Then... a hoof kicked at Tiansongzi's chest.

Tiansongzi: "???"

At the same time, an incomparably terrifying coercion came from the sky, colorful auspicious clouds gathered like wind and thunder, and a snow-white unicorn stomped viciously on his head with berserk rage.

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, but the unicorn is real.