The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"How is it possible, is that true? Can they see us?" Mo Yuxi asked in surprise.

"Creating spirit? No wonder Mr. Wen Ruo is unwilling to paint. It turns out that his painting has reached this level. The characters in the painting are endowed with simple spirituality, creating a spirit?" Yan Chuan sighed and looked at Mr. Wen Ruo.

The great sadness swept across the square, and the great disaster infected all the cultivators. One by one looked at Mr. Wenruo's painting in horror and sadness. Some people even cried out, watching the disaster of the person in the painting.

Sima Yuntian looked at in surprise: "Chuang Ling? Wen Ruo, you really opened my eyes. In just a few hundred years, you actually reached this level?"

Wenruo dropped the pen, tears slipped in his eyes, and he was obviously infected by his own painting.

Below, Mencius looked silently.

"Master, your son, you are really good, just paint one way, I might as well, create a spirit? No one in Julu Academy has done this for many generations!" A great sigh exclaimed.

Meng Ziqiu frowned and looked at the stage.

On stage, Sima Yuntian looked at the chessboard again.

"Mr. Yi, in this game of chess, you can't help me, and I can't help you. If this goes on, it will only drag on for a long time. What if there is a draw?" Sima Yuntian solemnly said.

Yi Feng looked at the chessboard, then at Sima Yuntian, and finally nodded and said, "Okay!"

This game of chess is indeed stiff. Of course, Yifeng deliberately stiffened, because Yifeng knew that he had too little contact with the spiritual world and had seen too few worlds. It was almost impossible to defeat Sima Yuntian. A step to death! Sima Yuntian was dragged, and it was finally levelled!

draw?

Numerous repairers all around cast an unexpected look. But looking at the chessboard on the fighting platform, everyone nodded, and the two players' chess skills were no longer what everyone could evaluate.

Yi Feng walked back to Yanchuan.

"King, draw!" Yi Feng smiled bitterly.

"Good job! Your vision is too narrow, even so, you can make a tie. No matter how wide your vision is in the future, Sima Yuntian will definitely not be your opponent!" Yan Chuan nodded.

"Yes!" Yi Feng nodded, his eyes full of confidence.

This is the realm of Yifeng. I never think I will lose to anyone, Sima Yuntian, I will definitely defeat him in the future!

When the chess game was tied, Sima Yuntian also looked at Mr. Wen Ruo's painting.

The great sadness swept across the square, and everyone was infected by the painting, so that even after the chess game was over, there was not much discussion around, and they were all immersed in the sad and desperate atmosphere.

Sima Yuntian didn't say much, and walked to his easel.

Grab a pot of ink and pour it on the scroll!

"Boom!"

The painter suddenly appeared in darkness.

Sima Yuntian's brush danced quickly, as if he had already thought in his mind, he was drawing quickly and non-stop.

"Boom!"

In Sima Yuntian's paintings, there is a muffled sound, and he can teach a genius like Wen Ruo, and his painting power is naturally shocking.

Everyone watched quietly, one stick of incense, two sticks of incense, three sticks of incense, one hour!

Finally, the form of Sima Yuntian's painting was revealed.

There was a black cloud covering the sky, and in the black cloud, thunder was shining, and the thunder and lightning gathered into a thunder-like dragon, shuttled through the black cloud.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"………………

There was a burst of loud noise from the picture scroll, like the sound of thunder, knocking in everyone's hearts, making everyone shocked, and quickly returning from the great sadness.

"Go!" Sima Yuntian made his last stroke.

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