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

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    The attack has come quietly.

    Zuo Qingtian could feel the roar of dragons, phoenixes and unicorns in the sky, which began to shake his soul unconsciously. Slowly, his ears lost hearing, but the sea of ????soul roared like thunder.

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

    The world has become abstract.

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

    This is the loud sound is loud, but the elephant is invisible?

    It breaks away from the traditional yin and yang and five elements, time and space, life and death but sounds and pictures, hearing and vision, from the outside to the inside, directly refreshing the soul and returning to chaos.

    Is this also chaos?

    Maybe.

    Before chaos was unleashed, it was possible that it was just this abstract.

    Zuo Qingtian didn¡¯t know if it was true, but he really had never been exposed to similar attack modes.

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

    Being in a strange chaos is like entering a special world, becoming an exiled wandering ghost.

    Thinking of this, Zuo Qingtian felt a certain degree of familiarity. Exile and sealing could still have similarities with his research.  It can be seen that the new path in the world cannot be separated from the origin of the great path. At least in terms of specific feedback on offense and defense, damage reduction, control, banishment, and seals are always reflected, and people will never disappear for no reason.

    Since it is reflected, there is a path to cracking it.

    A bloody vortex appeared in Zuo Qingtian's palm.

    I don¡¯t know the other party¡¯s specific intention of painting the form of the ancient demon god. It may be 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 their form, they have a certain spirituality. If the demon gods still have divinity, it is the way to descend from the gods.  This is too familiar to a formless person who follows the path of the witch god.

    Can also be used.

    In the bloody whirlpool, the blood shadows of demons and gods are constantly intertwined and emerging. The trace of spirituality is accurately captured and turned into flesh and blood life. It then transforms from life to death into a rich blood of death energy, which bursts into the void of this world.

    He had nowhere to start with his own power, but he borrowed the spirituality of this world to turn it into the blood and violence of demons and gods, becoming the fuse to break through this world.

    Ju Yunxiu in the void couldn¡¯t help but admire that the Lord of the Witch God was the Lord of the Witch God, and his understanding of the avenue was far inferior to those of the people from the Witch God Sect that he had come into contact with before.  If everyone had met Zuo Qingtian instead of He Guihun Fengburu back then, even if we didn't mention the power gap, from a legal perspective, our tombs would be three feet high by now.

    But just where Zuo Qingtian broke through the boundary, a ball of mud suddenly appeared.

    The death energy collided with the mud, and the mud turned into pulp, but there was a seed attached to the blood energy, which lingered no matter what.

    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 hand and frowned, "What does this mean?"

    It was so abstract before that he didn¡¯t ask any questions, but now he was baffled by such a clear seed.

    Because the seed itself has no power.

    The spiritual energy is very strong, and it may grow into some kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure that is very powerful, but at the moment it is really just a pure seed.

    Xu Buyi grinned: "You turn the dead energy, and I create the vital energy, that's all."

    With the words, the seeds suddenly sprouted.

    Zuo Qingtian¡¯s expression changed drastically.

    He found that all the flesh and blood of the demon god that he had condensed just now became the nourishment of this seed. This seemingly inconspicuous seed was frantically competing with him for the blood and cruel energy, and then he actually couldn't grab this seed.

    There are no demons and gods here, it¡¯s just the meager spirituality in the painting. It¡¯s my magical power that condenses and evolves the demons and gods¡¯ bloody violence. Why should you snatch this inexplicable seed away?

    The most annoying thing is that I can¡¯t get it!

    "When it comes to the ability to absorb nutrients from the soil and grow without hesitation, humans are obviously no better than a random piece of grass." Xu Buyi smiled and said, "Of course, generally, there is nothing to argue with when grass and trees compete with you for nutrients, but I do too.  It has no form."

    The Immortal Palace of Ten Thousand Ways is the Way of Farming.

    In just one sentence, the demonic spirits were completely absorbed, and the seeds turned into a piece of grass that could not be removed from Zuo Qingtian's hand.

    Then he began to frantically absorb Zuo Qingtian's own flesh, blood, and mana.????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????out

    Zuo Qingtian was not surprised. He was so lucky that he wanted to shake the grass away.  The green grass hung low and swayed, but it was not shaken away after all.

    "Despite the tenderness of the grass, the strong wind that can break the giant trees blows, but the grass is still alive and well. I want to pull it out, but I find that the roots are much deeper than what is seen outside. It is not easy to pull out, not to mention that they are all connected.  ." Xu Buyi explained responsibly.

    In fact, Zuo Qingtian can understand even if he doesn¡¯t explain it. Zuo Qingtian even knows why Xu Buyi is so mean-mouthed and just wants to explain it.

    Because he really wants the world to know what the ancient new way is, how it differs from traditional magic, and is it more like an immortal than throwing a fireball and striking a thunderbolt?

    This is the founder¡¯s uncontrollable comparison mentality and desire to preach.

    The sermon was preached to Tangtang Wuxiang

    Zuo Qingtian didn¡¯t know whether to be angry or laughing.  The inexplicable paintings and sounds, the inexplicable way of farming, are incompatible with the conventional fairy painting style, but they do not fundamentally deviate from the principles of the world.  If it were a daily contest, Zuo Qingtian would probably be very happy and enjoy the battle.

    " However, this is a life and death battle. Although Zuo Qingtian is warlike, he is not a martial arts idiot who doesn't care about his life. His life is more important.

    While he was controlling his own flesh and blood from being absorbed, he quickly grabbed the piece of grass in his hand with his other hand and tore off a large piece of his own flesh and blood. The blood spurted out wildly, but the piece of grass finally had nothing to rely on and fell to the ground.  Withering quickly in the void.

    "However, the painting world was closed, and he was in a state of abstract exile, unable to get out.

    From the beginning to the end, Zuo Qingtian was trying to crack the new way without even launching an attack.

    He didn't care about the flow of his own blood, silently restored the somewhat disordered energy and blood in his body, and suddenly said: "You two are here with me, aren't you afraid that Tian Songzi will massacre your disciples?"

    Xu Buyu smiled but did not answer.

    Zuo Qingtian understood: "You two mainly want to trap me, because you are not sure about killing me. In other words, you are more expecting the other side to kill Tian Songzi first, and then join forces to kill me You have also deployed stronger opponents,  Deal with Amatsuko."

    "It's not that I specially arranged who to kill first." Xu Buyi said honestly: "It was the Gambling Sect that separated you. You couldn't resist the Gambling Sect's weird tricks, but they couldn't achieve precise distribution.  You can roll the dice randomly. You are lucky enough to be assigned to us, Tiansongzi is less lucky"

    "" Zuo Qingtian was extremely solemn: "Who is lurking here? Xiyue? He Mou?"

    "No." Xu Buyi remained honest: "It's just that Tiansongzi doesn't have a horse, but we do."

    ¡­¡­¡­¡­

    The position randomly assigned by Tian Songzi was exactly the same as what Zuo Qingtian saw.

    Dragons and phoenixes soar, unicorns roar, demons and gods dance wildly, and Taotie fights Qiongqi.

    It can be seen that all areas are actually a layout

    "It's just a mural that pretends to be a ghost." Tian Songzi discovered it at a glance, because he was too familiar with these ethnic groups.

    The phoenix is ??not just one.

    Why was Meng Qingying called Feng Huang instead of Phoenix in her previous life?  It is not an intentional falsehood, nor is it purely the emperor's intention, but because it is the first phoenix in the origin, with multi-colored patterns on its body instead of single-color patterns.  So it can itself be transformed into five.  After that, new phoenixes continued to be born and evolve from the gate. At this time, they were all single-color phoenixes, serving as its subordinates, and then multiplied into groups.

    Just as the boss was a single dog, everything else was paired. Meng Qingying recalled that the previous life was also full of tears. I don't know how to survive the days.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? but the tiangong have enslaved many dragons and phoenixes at this time, as well as unicorn they are all mounts.

    Tian Songzi¡¯s mount is a unicorn.

    To destroy this kind of painting, if the real unicorn appears, the fake one will naturally be destroyed

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

    It seems to be saying, I also have a horse.

    "Go ahead and tear this fake painting apart." Tian Songzi pointed forward: "It's a big blasphemy to act like a unicorn."

    Little Qilin stared blankly at the mural for a long time, then suddenly roared with joy.

    ¡°Thena hoof kicked Tiansongzi in the chest.

    Tian Songzi: ¡°???¡±

    At the same time, a terrifying pressure came from the sky, the colorful auspicious clouds gathered like wind and thunder, and a snow-white unicorn with violent rage stepped on his head viciously.

    The murals in this area do look the same as elsewherethe difference is that the paintings in other areas are all fake, while the paintings in this areaare a little bit real.

    The dragon and phoenix are fake, but the unicorn is real.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)nbsp; The dragon and phoenix are fake, but the unicorn is real.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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