Longevity Through the Path of Survival: Starting with Playing the Suona, Funeral Cultivation Begins

Chapter 897 Fatal Decision!

Bai Yu looked at the surging river and the thin wooden bridge.

He did not act rashly, but took out a blank scroll and began to paint.

In an instant, a river and a wooden bridge appeared under his brush, full of charm.

Even the stone tablets beside the bridge were exactly the same, and the waves in the river almost jumped out.

Magical power, the magic brush of painting!

This is a magical power he had obtained before, which can be used to paint objects into the painting through the brush, and then collect the general information of the objects.

The more similar the objects are, the more charm they have, and the more real the information obtained.

Even, it can be true and false when the false is true, and turn the false into the true.

If it were someone else, they would not be able to master this magic quickly.

Because the power of this magic depends on the painting skills.

For example, Jin Xiucai, the tenth master of Feihu Mountain, sneaked into the mortal city and made a living by painting in order to practice this magical power.

It took a full eight hundred years to complete it.

But Bai Yu is different. He has been attending funerals for tens of thousands of years, and there are many masters of painting among them. He has also gained a lot of painting skills.

In terms of painting skills, he is far superior to most masters of painting.

Therefore, this divine brush of painting only needs to hit the spot of burial, and it will naturally come to fruition.

Bai Yu painted the big river and wooden bridge in front of him into the scroll, and even deliberately took the river water and sprinkled it into the scroll.

The scroll was splashed by the river water and was immediately corroded beyond recognition.

Even the mana that absorbed the river water was being rapidly consumed and corroded.

However, Bai Yu's goal has been achieved.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the Dayan Tianluo Jing was running, simulating the big river and wooden bridge.

Bai Yu consumed his lifespan and forcedly accelerated the deduction.

In half a day, millions of results were deduced.

As time went on, the results became more and more similar, and there was a high probability that the river god would appear.

He held his chin and his brain was working rapidly.

"So that's how it is. The key to breaking this strange river is the word 'willing to give up'. Only by giving up can you gain, and giving up one can gain ten."

"But this place is very strange and fierce, and there are several killer moves hidden."

"One is the mysterious power that can erode the mind and change common sense invisibly; if the mind is invaded, it will naturally die."

"The second is that there is something wrong with the axe itself, because the iron axe is not mine."

"If I get on the bridge, I will get 'gain' no matter what the answer is."

"But there is no giving up, only gaining, which violates the rule of giving up!"

He consumed thousands of years of his life and operated the Great Evolution Tianluo secret technique to the extreme.

After a long time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and went up the bridge with the iron axe.

Not long after, the iron axe fell into the river with a "dong" as if it was set.

But at this time, Bai Yu threw a ball of things at a fast speed.

The next moment, the white-bearded river god came out of the river with a face full of cow dung.

It seemed to have intelligence, and said angrily:

"Young man, did you lose this golden axe of the Great Dao, or the silver axe of the Law?"

Bai Yu shook his head decisively:

"The golden axe, the silver axe, and the iron axe are not mine."

"But the shit on your face was indeed lost by me."

This weirdness was a chain of tricks, and Bai Yu's response was to add shit to the well.

The river god suppressed his anger:

"What an honest child, the river god rewards you with a ball of martial arts aura and a ball of immortal spiritual power."

As he said, two balls of aura and spiritual power flew straight towards Bai Yu.

In theory, Bai Yu's actions at this moment are both gain and loss, which conforms to the rules of the underworld, and there should be no big problem in getting feedback in the short term.

But Bai Yu will not hand over his fate to others.

Without saying a word, he activated the Youdu Treasure Mirror.

A ball of purple light flew out, receiving and absorbing the martial arts aura and immortal spiritual power.

Unexpectedly, the Nether Capital Treasure Mirror actually emitted a hint of joy.

It was as if these two forces were a kind of tonic for it.

Bai Yu confirmed again and again that he was not affected.

The grade of the Nether Capital Treasure Mirror was above this weirdness. Although it could not actively break the weirdness, it could absorb and isolate the weirdness.

His mind immediately became active.

"Give up one and get ten? Interesting."

So, he threw another bag of fairy crystals into the river.

"Young man, did you throw away this law Xuanlu? Or this acquired spiritual fruit?"

"Neither, the fairy crystal is what I threw away."

As expected, the river god handed the Xuanlu and the acquired spiritual fruit to Bai Yu.

Bai Yu used the Yin-Yang Eye and immediately saw through that this was not a Xuanlu spiritual fruit, but a group of river water with strange power.

As usual, he absorbed it with the Nether Capital Treasure Mirror.

The treasure mirror actually made a comfortable sound, and then came with an urgent urging, as if urging Bai Yu to do more.

So, Bai Yu began to perform, constantly throwing things into the river.

"Young man, are you throwing this gold magic weapon or silver magic weapon?"

"Neither, just an ordinary magic weapon."

"Young man, are you throwing this gold spirit fruit or silver spirit fruit?"

"Neither, just an ordinary spirit fruit."

"Young man, are you throwing this gold father or silver father?"

"Neither, just your ordinary father."

...

Bai Yu stood on the bridge, and groups of feedback power kept coming, which were all absorbed by the Youdu treasure mirror.

The Youdu treasure mirror exuded a faint purple light, and a tiny crack on the mirror surface was actually repaired a little bit!

Half a day later, the seemingly endless river with rolling waves actually dried up directly!

The white-bearded river god lay at the bottom of the river, extremely weak.

Bai Yu had another trick for the River God.

However, this time, the River God could not give him a reward.

He screamed and turned into a meat ball, with maggots surging inside, and soon turned into a pool of black water.

Bai Yu flashed and was sent across the river.

After crossing the river, he appeared on the streets of Shenying City.

As soon as Bai Yu appeared, the pedestrians on the street suddenly stopped and turned to look at him.

These pedestrians all had no faces, but they could feel their "sights"!

Bai Yu couldn't help but feel secretly scared and left quickly.

With every step he took, the heads of the faceless people turned, and countless "sights" stared at Bai Yu.

Bai Yu didn't dare to stay any longer, and used the escape technique to fly away.

Not long after, he heard the sound of fighting in front of him.

But he saw Ji Yue and Ru Yan.

Ru Yan raised her hand and released several sword qi, beheading several faceless people.

However, unexpectedly, the faceless men seemed to be completely unaffected.

They lifted their heads, put them on, and rushed towards Jiyue Ruyan.

Ruyan used several magical powers in succession.

Whether they were cut into meat paste or burned to ashes, the faceless men could be resurrected quickly.

Ruyan snorted coldly:

"This group of weird things is really difficult to deal with. Most attacks can't kill them."

"But fortunately, although they are difficult to deal with, they can't hurt us."

Jiyue said lightly:

"Die!"

The next moment, she drew her sword brazenly, and murderous aura surged out.

All the faceless men on the whole street were killed.

This time, they didn't come back to life.

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