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Chapter 849: Xin Xichen's Fire Breakthrough
The glacier, a semicircular ice tomb.

A hunchbacked, weathered old man was looking into the sky.

"People say that Jiusui was the fairest era, when a great emperor built a human wonder, the Jiuzhou Land Vein."

"The popularity of earth veins has shortened the distance between people in the world, allowing people to talk to each other thousands of miles away and know what is happening thousands of miles away. The teleportation array can even allow people to travel around the nine states in a day."

“But who knows that the real prosperity that the earth veins are about to open is not the prosperity of scholars?”

The old man kept coughing, with a faint smile on his face.

"It's coming, it's coming, it's finally coming."

He looked at the scroll covering the sky, with flames flowing.

The puppet strings connecting the ancient emperors listened to the violent rumbling sound that broke through the air and passed through the earth. The storm of battle seemed to tear a crack in the world.

"What if the human god gathers all the pseudo-human emperors of all generations?"

boom! !

A miraculous figure descended upon Kyushu once again, like a black sun rising slowly, illuminating the entire Kyushu and four seas.

Xian's body stirred up countless black clouds that rose and fell, rolling in the sky of Kyushu, making it pitch dark and difficult to distinguish between day and night.

The power at this time is tens of thousands times more terrifying than the previous one.

How could Ning Zheng, who used some pseudo-human three-flower neurons before, exert one-tenth of the power of this divine body?

And now.

Only the true pseudo-human neuron brain that comes from the entire Jiuzhou land veins can control this majestic life that was born as an immortal.

In this world, offerings come first, then immortals.

Xian is a natural born immortal.

When the black light completely disappeared, the new form of Jiu Sui appeared before the world.

The dark green rice ears' long hair fluttered in the clouds with the strong wind, and Xian's face had already taken on the appearance of Jiu Sui.

His skin was emitting a faint white light, he was standing on a lotus seat in the clouds that was blooming with layers of brilliance, and holding the Sword of the Supreme Emperor in his hand.

A ray of light shone down, spreading across Kyushu.

This is a figure that seems to have mastered the principles of heaven and earth and sits on the throne of history.

Under the vast expanse of white glaciers, looking up at the figure standing on a lotus throne on the skyline, Ren Zu stood up excitedly and said:
"The ultimate emperor who transcends all common sense and breeds the origin of all spiritual roots is born!"

When the black light dissipated, Jiusui slowly walked out of the void and glanced at the countless ancient mythological figures in front of him.

"Is this the final battle of the fake people? The history of your clan will be completely wiped out today."

"Rice Flower Soldiers!!" A cold voice was heard, and the delicate ears of wheat danced with long hair. Delicate rice flowers fell from the sky and blossomed and bore fruit.

They transformed into countless tree-man soldiers shining with green light and collided fiercely with those pseudo-human emperors of history.

The dull explosion instantly swept away a group of ancient emperors.

clang! !

Jiusui said nothing, all he needed to do in this killing battle was to swing the sword, swing the sword, and swing the sword.

He never had anything good to say to his enemies.

Only kill!

When he founded the country, he killed almost all the pseudo-people sects, holy places, and high-level officials in the world, and forged the earth veins that could pave the entire Kyushu.

It can be seen how many he killed.

Every inch of Kyushu's land was once soaked in blood and brains.

He took a step in front of the enemy, slowly swung the Emperor's Sword, and suddenly slashed out. A sharp black sword light shot out and cut towards the doctor in the center of the crowd.

"Block it!" The doctor frowned and looked at the scene in shock. Facing this terrifying and cold-blooded killer, he took a half step back.

The human god next to him flicked his finger and controlled the puppet emperors to stand in front and launch a combined attack.

Each of those emperors in history had his own strengths.

But at this moment, he can best exert his strength by being controlled by the human god using the threads of the earth's veins.

boom!
The two sides suddenly collided with each other, and the figures of both sides seemed to reflect this scene into eternity and paint it into the painting.

This scroll was painted by the painter who was protected in the crowd. He lowered his head and painted stroke by stroke. "Offering is indeed the only way for you to win, because there are always things I can't paint."

"For example, super-powered inhuman monsters, such as Xian."

"I started preparing to donate my brain a long time ago, and things are getting interesting."

The painter's voice was calm, but there was no sign of nervousness.

"Xian is a suppressive-level fighter. No one in the history books can match him. He can sweep them all by himself."

"It seems that our side is in a desperate situation."

"Since it is a desperate situation, we must find a way to break it. Next, it is you who are good at breaking through the difficulties and solving problems. It is up to you to fight against the Emperor Xinhuo."

puff!
He swung his brush suddenly, and with the last stroke, a painting unfolded, and a group of lifelike figures gradually came to life and walked out again. In the painting, behind the battlefield, Fenghuang Yi showed a holy and kind expression and took off the phoenix feathers.

Holding high the conjured weapon for solving the problem, the Soul-Slaying Blade, Xin Xichen was preparing to jump up and swing.

The figures of Xuanwu, Baihu, and the Nine-Headed Dragon Emperor, as well as the disaster that came from taking out the magic jar of turbid air.

Even the colorful magic weapons in their hands managed to show about 50% of their charm in such a hurry.

But I can’t draw this magic jar.

Because it is too muddy and dirty, with messy lines, it is difficult to draw it in a short time.

One after another figures walked out of the painting and merged with their original old versions to form the latest combat power of their current version.

Fenghuang Yi saw this scene from behind and was immediately in despair. "He can even draw the seven-colored immortal weapons that we just got? The battle has only just started for a while."

Xin Xichen also showed some disbelief, and couldn't help frowning frequently: "He is simply a super monster. His method of casting weapons is based on drawing."

"How is it done?"

"How is it done?"

The flame of his civilization was burning, and countless words of knowledge were alternating in the flame, burning everything and analyzing everything.

Countless inspirations expanded together, and among the five elements spiritual roots he had recently acquired, there was also a luck spiritual root.

Now that he has seven-colored spiritual roots, his level of deduction is no longer what it used to be.

As countless thoughts collide, inspiration bursts forth.

"So that's how it is. Everything is made up of fractal structures of varying sizes. He can draw the tiny empty shell structure of the soul, so he can naturally draw the structure of weapons made of matter."

Xin Xichen has sharp eyes.
"There are 180,000 hairs on his brush, each containing a material transport pipeline. Each hair is like a puppet-like precision thread of a human god."

"Every time he draws a stroke, it is equivalent to controlling 180,000 material channels at the same time, converging into whatever he wants to draw."

Xin Xichen's words made Ye Di, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but be surprised.

The painter's magical painting principles are so terrifying!
With every stroke of the brush, hundreds of thousands of hairs come together to form the material to be drawn, making it a super three-dimensional 3D printer.

This technique is too exaggerated!
Ye Di's mind was shaken, and he immediately became ambitious, "If I copy him and get half of his magical powers, wouldn't I also have this heaven-defying method?"

But on second thought:
"No, no, this is obviously a school of technical knowledge. If I copy him, at most I will use his pen, but I don't have his painting skills, so the result will be a weird painting."

Ye Di also tried to copy the Holy Warrior Armor next door.

But obviously, after he copied it, he could only divide the enemy's damage equally within 60 seconds.

This is simply useless and will be of no use in a fight.

This supernatural power is only the cornerstone of martial arts practice. To truly practice, one must rely on martial arts talent, practice the "force elimination" technique, and rely on both talent and hard work.

Just when Xin Xichen had figured out all the background of the other party's painter.

The fake Xin Xichen on the opposite side was also holding a fake sun and moon in his hands. He looked at the Xian with a shocked expression, extremely surprised.

"This guy is too strong. Are we going to lose?"

"He is simply a super monster. How does this guy perfectly control the huge brain neurons and command the super earth veins of the entire Kyushu?"

"How is it done?"

"How is it done?"

The flame of Jia Xin Xi Chen is burning, and countless words of knowledge are alternating in the flame, burning everything and analyzing everything.

Now that he has seven-colored spiritual roots, his level of deduction is no longer what it used to be.

As countless thoughts collide, inspiration bursts forth.

Under the pressure of death, he quickly analyzed the principle:
"So that's how it is. So that's how it is. The rice ears bloom, just like a big tree, growing nine spiritual roots and branches. Then the nine branches continue to control more branches, and continue to branch out."

“Tree consciousness blossoms into towering trees.”

"We are no match for Xian if we kill him head-on. We must use our ingenuity to break his strength and destroy his brain so that he can't control himself. Then we will win."

Jia Xin Xi Chen is constantly solving problems. As one who has mastered the torch of civilization, he believes that as long as there is a chance of winning, any problem, no matter how difficult, can be solved!
"I can do it, I can do it!"

There was a blazing fire in Jia Xin Xi Chen's eyes. "There is no problem in this world that I cannot solve, and no situation that I cannot break."

On the opposite battlefield.

The real Xin Xichen looked at the fake self burning the fire, and was so angry that his face turned pale. "Okay! Okay! Okay! I will destroy his painter, and his painter will use me to destroy our offering."

The old man who brought disaster upon himself also fell silent.

They thought that they had a gift in hand, how could these old antiques that couldn't keep up with the latest version resist? Even if we added our own painters, we were still no match.

The offering is enough to defeat them.

But now, the opponent was in a desperate situation, and that fake Xin Xichen was very good at dealing with desperate situations, which immediately made them look pale.

They have always been the ones who have defeated the strong with the weak and created miracles to win.

Now, someone wants to use them to defeat the strong with the weak, a bunch of old, weak and sick people, to try to solve the problem and win the battle?

(End of this chapter)