Creation Color Master

In the sea of ​​consciousness, pillars of light that reached from heaven to earth emerged, and all kinds of Dao rhymes filled every corner of the sea of ​​consciousness, filling the entire sea of ​​consciousness like flowing water.

Looking at the colorful colors representing various avenues, Chu Mo was shocked and couldn't recover for a long time.

The green path of wood, the path of poison, and the path of life; the red path of fire, the path of blood, and the path of killing; the golden path of gold, the path of sword, and the path of the sun...

Just when Chu Mo was immersed in it, what Lin Mingwei said before was like a wake-up call, which immediately brought him back to his senses and made him understand what to do next.

The time for the Three Thousand Great Ways to emerge is limited, and one must hurry to find the desired magic method and pull it into the Purple Mansion.

Chu Mo controlled his spiritual sense and plunged into the Three Thousand Great Avenues.

Above the theater, as the avenue burst out, the rhythm of the Tao turned into numerous green lotuses that bloomed in the void, as if waiting to be pulled, and as if waiting for an opportunity in the dark. Chen Gong and others in the Tingyu Pavilion were anxiously waiting to see this scene, and they all stood up from the stone benches excitedly.

Yang Jiye said in a voice full of surprise: "Look, it's the Three Thousand Avenues. The lord has successfully opened up the Purple Mansion. Hahahaha."

Yao Guangxiao lightly tapped, and a flash of Buddha light immediately blocked Yang Jiye's voice. "General Yang, this is the most critical moment for the lord, don't make a loud noise."

Yang Jiye shrank his neck and made a gesture to keep quiet.

Chu Mo controlled his spiritual sense, as if he was traveling in the ocean of avenues. The three thousand avenues stretched out before his eyes. Some insignificant avenues even interfered with Chu Mo and created pressure for him.

Chu Mo nimbly dodged the beam of light representing the rock path and carefully observed his surroundings, trying to find the path he needed.

The path of wisdom, the path of luck, the path of magic, the path of feng shui, the path of painting, etc., one after another relatively unpopular paths of light appeared, but he just couldn't find the path of drama that he was looking for.

Time just passed by minute by minute.

Chu Mo controlled his spiritual sense and extended it to the limit of his ability.

The light pillars of the Ghost Path, the Life Path, the Gu Path and other avenues could not escape Chu Mo's detection.

Chu Mo rejected the pillars of light one by one, but he still hadn't seen the pillar of light representing the Dao of Drama.

"Pa-ta--"

Chen Gong dropped a chess piece heavily and looked solemnly in the direction where Chu Mo was in retreat.

At this moment, all the heroes in the backyard felt that the Tao rhyme that originally permeated the entire courtyard was gradually thinning and dissipating, and there was no movement from Chu Mo's side.

The Three Thousand Great Avenues are gradually fading away, and Chu Mo doesn't have much time left to lead the great avenues.

Chen Gong, Yao Guangxiao, Yang Jiye... everyone had a worried look on their faces.

Chu Mo, who was controlling his spiritual sense to search, also felt the changes in the light column of the avenue at this moment, and couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Chu Mo knew in his heart that he couldn't be impatient at this moment, so he forced himself to calm down again and again.

At this moment, a familiar feeling came over me.

Chu Mo quickly controlled his spiritual sense to extend towards the familiar location. The next second, a beam of light representing the Red Dust Road appeared before his eyes.

Chu Mo looked at the column of light representing the Red Dust Road and thought about it carefully. Since there was still time, he might as well mark this place and go look for the Opera Road. When he really couldn't find it, he would choose the Red Dust Road.

Then, Chu Mo also found the light column representing the Xiaoyao Dao. Chu Mo still marked it down and continued searching.

He extended his spiritual consciousness once again, exploring towards the edge of the Three Thousand Great Avenues.

"Buzz--"

There seemed to be some resonance, and it also seemed that everything was a coincidence. When Chu used his spiritual sense to explore a corner, a pillar of light appeared, which was somewhat mysterious, filled with distant human thoughts, and seemed to have the fireworks of the world.

With just this one glance, time seemed to have stopped. Seeing the pillar of light representing the avenue of drama, a sense of destiny arose spontaneously.

At this moment, feeling the three thousand avenues constantly receding, Chu Mo didn't have time to think too much, and hurriedly controlled his spiritual sense to extend to the pillar of light.

At this moment, the spiritual consciousness crisscrossed and weaved into a giant net, directly wrapping the light column representing the Dao of Drama and trapping it inside.

"Buzz--buzz--buzz--"

The Xidao light column continued to struggle in the giant net formed by the divine consciousness, constantly attacking the divine consciousness, as if trying to escape the arrangement of fate.

"snort--"

Chu Mo said coldly. Now the Three Thousand Great Daos were manifested in his sea of ​​consciousness. This was his sea of ​​consciousness. Xi Dao had fallen into his huge net of concentrated spiritual consciousness. In his own territory, what kind of waves could a small Xi Dao make?

Chu Mo tried his best to contract his spiritual consciousness, and to prevent Xidao from escaping, he continued to reinforce the giant spiritual consciousness network.

Fortunately, after a lot of tugging and pulling, the play was finally moved next to the Avenue Seed.

At this moment, the situation in the backyard of the theater suddenly changed. The backyard, which was originally filled with the spiritual aura of various great ways, suddenly began to rapidly increase the aura of the Tao related to the Tao of opera, and in a few breaths it replaced all the aura in the courtyard.

In a short period of time, it seemed as if the attack and defense were easy, and the hero who originally had a worried and anxious look on his face was now filled with excitement and joy.

They knew that Chu Mo had found the way to play, and at the same time, the iron chains that blocked the depths of their origin seemed to become fragile.

That is the unique restraining chain of the theater, sealing the origin of the puppet.

Once Chu Mo breaks through to the third realm, once the chain in his body is broken, the life source and energy of this leather puppet will be sublimated, and it can strive for a higher level of cultivation.

Yang Jiye, Chen Gong and others seemed to have sensed this, and they were very happy about Chu Mo's breakthrough.

"boom--"

With a dazzling light, Xi Dao was finally collected into the Purple Mansion Space.

In an instant, Chu Mo's purple palace began to extend infinitely within the sea of ​​consciousness. With the addition of the Dao of Drama, the Dao of Drama instantly filled the purple palace.

The rhythm of theatrical art is like gorgeous colored ink, and the Purple Palace is like a blank canvas, allowing the rhythm of theatrical art to extend and change.

Chu Mo didn’t have time to observe the changes inside the Purple Mansion. He now needed to verify whether he could pull multiple avenues.

As the pillars of light representing the Three Thousand Great Daos slowly disappeared, the rhyme of Dao also became thinner.

Without further ado, under Chu Mo's control, his spiritual consciousness turned into a giant hand that covered the sky and grabbed towards the pillar of light that he had marked that represented the path of the red dust.

"call--"

The big hand of spiritual consciousness just grasped the column of light representing the Red Dust Road in its hand. Chu Mo continued to compress his spiritual consciousness and tried his best to go towards the position of Purple Mansion.

"boom--"

Hongchen Dao still broke free from Chu Mo's spiritual consciousness. Chu Mo, who didn't want to give up, condensed his spiritual consciousness into a big hand again and grabbed the Xiaoyao Dao marked on the other side.

Xiaoyao Dao also broke free from the constraints of the divine consciousness and waited quietly to retreat with the other great Dao light pillars.

It seems that time is running out, and the Three Thousand Great Avenues seem to be about to fade away.

"No"

Chu Mo was unwilling to give up. He wanted to take both the Red Dust Way and the Free and Easy Way into his possession.