The painting style of the continent, with hundreds of races standing in front of each other, and heroes rising up, stirring up the storm.

At a height of several thousand meters above Tianfeng Town, two men and women were floating in the air, all of which were peerless handsome men and beautiful women. One of the extremely tall men shouted coldly:

"Yueji, if you don't hand over Fantianyan yet, do you really want the three of us to join forces to siege you?"

"Siege me? Li Qingfeng, can you be more shameless? You three have been shamelessly besieged me, especially you, the number one genius in the Holy Realm, will siege me like a newcomer in the Immortal Realm and the Divine Realm together with the most powerful people in the Divine Realm. I really despise you completely. If you want to fight, you will fight. Why do you say so well!"

The woman who was asked sneered, and a look of burning jade flashed across her beautiful pretty face.

"Yeah, Sister Yue, don't you say so badly? Who made you obtain the legendary Fantian Inkstone? With it, you have been invaded from the divine realm and then into the holy realm, stirring up the storm of the three realms and causing bloody storms."

Another woman smiled, but her beautiful face was full of jealousy.

"So, my best sister, I used to be a polite person, with the purpose of letting them help you win my Fantianyan, Lin Xue, do you still know shame?"

Yue Ji sneered repeatedly, her beautiful eyes full of reluctance, and she stared at the woman opposite her hatred.

After listening to Yue Ji's words, Shi Potian, a handsome man who had not spoken, stared at Lin Xue with incredible eyes, and his shoulders were trembling. After a long time, he pointed at Lin Xue and Li Qingfeng and gritted his teeth and said, "Xue'er, what Yue Ji said is true. You have an affair with Li Qingfeng?"

"Follower, I won't hide it from you until now. You have been immersed in the fantasy of Qingfeng and me. I have always been Qingfeng alone. You are just a chess piece at my mercy."

Hearing this, Lin Xue calmed down the smile on her pretty face and flew to Li Qingfeng. She snuggled in his arms, looked at Shi Potian coldly, and said cruelly.

"No! I don't believe it, do you know how much I love you? Is my reputation as the number one genius in the fairyland not worthy of you?" Shi Potian became a little crazy.

"If you can help me take Yue Ji's Fantian Inkstone over and destroy her appearance, I can consider letting you kiss Fangze." Lin Xue said evilly, and after that, she kissed Li Qingfeng intimately.

"Okay, then I will help you take Fantian Ink. My strength is several colors higher than Yue Ji. Even if she has Fantian Ink in her hand, as long as I try my best, I can definitely defeat her." Shi Potian nodded and showed a cold smile at Yue Ji.

"You three should go together. Anyway, I have been besieged by you three times, not bad this time, and this time I will burn you with your jade. The great Fantianyan Holy Spirit, I will sacrifice all my vitality and painting spirit to you. Please help me kill the three shameless people in front of me!"

Yue Ji said slowly with such a decisive look on her pretty face.

After saying that, a five-color inkstone appeared on Yue Ji's hands out of thin air. She bit the tip of her tongue and spewed out blood onto the five-color inkstone. Her whole body was burning with vigorous white moon flames, and her momentum soared. In a short period of time, her breath was stronger than Li Qingfeng, the strongest of the four.

"It's overwhelming!" After his strength soared to its strongest, Yue Ji took the lead and suddenly shouted.

I saw Yue Ji flew towards Li Qingfeng and Lin Xue at a very fast speed, and the Fantian inkstone in her hand flew upwards, then turned downwards. The five-color inkstone, which was originally three inches square, quickly became larger, covering Shi Potian beside her.

"Let's die together. Being shrouded by the current Fantianyan, your vitality and painting spirit will also be ignited. Either you die or I forget it. As the current owner of Fantianyan, I have a one-in-one chance to survive." Yue Ji smiled a little crazy.

In fact, Yue Ji didn't want to die together, but she had been chased by the three of them from the Holy Realm to the Immortal Realm, then to the Divine Realm, and finally to the sky above the Huaqi Continent, which was already close to the point where the oil was exhausted. If it weren't for the help of Fantianyan, Lin Xue could have defeated her alone, and her strength had soared a lot.

Sure enough, as Yue Ji finished speaking, the bodies of Li Qingfeng and the other three, shrouded by Fantianyan, were also burning with painting flames.

Li Qingfeng's body is black and his painting energy is ignited, while the surface of the stone-polished celestial body is burning with purple painting energy flames. Lin Xue's delicate body is like a green fire feather covering her, which looks particularly charming.

But she couldn't be happy at this time because Lin Xue felt that her vast painting spirit and vitality were completely ignited and consumed, and then she was absorbed by the huge five-color inkstone above her head.

"No, we must put aside our prejudices and explode with the strongest strength. We must first kill Yue Ji, the master of Fantianyan, before we can stop the passive sacrifice process." Li Qingfeng put aside Lin Xue's delicate body and flew towards Yue Ji first, and his strong combat power exploded in full swing.

Seeing this, Lin Xue and Shi Potian were slightly stunned, and then they completely burst out with their strongest strength and fought for their lives.

They had siege Yue Ji three times before, but they didn't use their full strength. After all, everyone wanted to retain their strongest strength and prevent others from counterattacking after winning Fantianyan.

In fact, they were on guard against each other. They had no eternal allies, only the greatest interests. In front of the legendary holy artifact Fantianyan, even if they were in the realm of painting holy, they would be moved.

But this time it was different. After feeling the massive loss of vitality, they had to work hard completely.

As for Yue Ji who had already launched a self-sacrifice, she herself regretted it and couldn't stop it. She could only resolutely fight with the three peerless powerful men flying over.

The battle was inspiring, and the four of them fought to the point where the sky collapsed and the earth was broken, and the sun and the moon were gone. Before they could fight, they all used their strongest trump card tricks, because they didn't want to be killed or burned by Fantianyan to swallow their vitality and souls.

"Boom!" With a shocking sound, the four people shrouded by Fantian Ink completely died together. After absorbing all the vitality and energy of the four peerless powerhouses, the five-colored inkstone shot out a five-colored holy light, breaking through the void, forming a crack in the void.

The void crack was not big, but it generated a powerful devouring force, absorbing some things from the unknown space on the other side of the crack...

During the Tianbao period of the Tang Dynasty, Wu Daoyuan, a great painter who was already well-known among the people, was painted by a Zhao book by Emperor Xuanzong of Tang.

At this time, Wu Daoyuan was rushing to the capital, passing by Mount Tai. Looking at the majestic and magnificent Mount Tai, he suddenly felt inspired and camped in the evening of the day, facing the sunset and the red fire clouds, and began painting.

Not long after, a magnificent painting of Mount Tai appeared in Wu Daoyuan's writing. Just when he wanted to cover his own exclusive seal on the painting paper, a crack suddenly appeared from the burning clouds, releasing a five-color holy light that shone directly on Wu Daoyuan. He disappeared out of thin air.

The moment before disappearing, Wu Daoyuan resolutely stamped the seal in his hand on the painting paper, and a seal with the bird-shaped "Wu Daozi Painting" appeared on the painting paper, and this Taishan painting became his unique painting in this world...

"Daoxuan, my miserable child! Today is your first seventh day. If you know anything about the spring, come back and see you as your father." An old voice faintly lingered in Wu Daoyuan's ears.

"Being a father? My father died when I was ten years old. How could he be mourning in my first seventh day now? No, first seventh day! Am I dead for seven days?" His eyes opened with difficulty, and Wu Daoyuan murmured to himself.

What came into view was boundless darkness, without light, and the air was filled with a strange smell.

"Where is this? Am I in the coffin?" Wu Daoyuan was shocked and suspicious.

Realizing this, Wu Daoxuan stretched out his almost stiff hands with difficulty and pushed them into the air, and was immediately blocked by a cold and thick thing.

"Coffin lid!" Wu Daoyuan exclaimed.

"Who! Who is talking!" In vain, an old voice came from outside again, but this time the voice seemed particularly powerful and powerful, not at all as weak as before.

"I'm not dead yet, why did I bury me in the coffin?" Wu Daoyuan heard someone outside, and immediately shouted loudly, using a move he had just learned from Aunt Gongsun and hit the lid of the coffin violently.

The loud shouts and violent striking sounds were already very weak when they were isolated from the coffin lid and soil, but in the quiet Wu family cemetery, it seemed particularly obvious. Wu Tian, ​​who was originally sad, finally confirmed that the voice was coming from his son's grave, so he shouted tremblingly: "Daoxuan, are you really not dead?!"

"I'm not dead, but if you don't rescue me from the coffin, I'll be suffocated to death." Wu Daoyuan said louder after hearing the sound outside, and at the same time, he used only one and a half-stances to hit the lid of the coffin one after another.

After confirmation, Wu Tian, ​​who was next to the tombstone, immediately burst out with a shocking painting spirit, and suddenly punched the extremely well-built to the tomb, shouting: "Stones are shocking!"

Suddenly, the majestic purple painting spirit burst out from Wu Tian’s right fist, destroying the extremely stoned tomb into dust. Then Wu Tian waved his hand and the dust in the sky was blown away, exposing the jade coffin inside.

Through the translucent jade coffin, Wu Tian could vaguely see his son Wu Daoxuan hitting the extremely hard jade coffin lid, but the jade coffin did not move at all, as if it was hollowed out from the inside of a huge piece of jade.

"Child, don't be anxious, stop, otherwise your fists will be completely scrapped. I'll unseal the jade coffin to draw the array diagram!" Wu Tian said with some pain, and at the same time, he flew his hands and drew mysterious drawings in the air with his fingers at the jade coffin.

When Wu Tian's paintings were finished, the originally close-fitting jade coffin lid burst out with bright light, and then suddenly flew into the sky.

"I finally came out and almost suffocated me to death." Wu Daoyuan jumped into the sky from the jade coffin and whistled to the sky.

After rolling in the air for a few rounds, Wu Daoxuan stretched out his muscles and then landed smoothly on the ground, staring at Wu Tian with an excited face.

"Daoxuan, is it really you?" Wu Tian stared at Wu Daoyuan with a look of disbelief, and his voice trembled.

Seeing the middle-aged man in front of him looking at him with deep fatherly love, Wu Daoyuan couldn't bear to tell the truth, so he just nodded and agreed.

After getting Wu Daoyuan's approval, Wu Tian could no longer control his excitement. He rushed to Wu Daoyuan and hugged his body, crying with joy:

"It's good if you haven't died. I'll take you back to the family right now to make your mother happy."

After saying that, Wu Tian took out a brush and a piece of painting paper, and turned the purple painting atmosphere around him, quickly drew out strange purple patterns, and gradually a purple cloud on the painting paper had already taken shape.

When the purple clouds were completely formed, the surrounding air suddenly formed a whirlpool that was visible to the naked eye, and a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth poured into the painting paper. The painting paper began to bloom with bright purple light.

Suddenly, the drawing paper exploded, and a purple cloud with a diameter of about one meter was truly presented in front of Wu Daoyuan.

Wu Daoyuan looked at Ziyun that appeared out of thin air in front of him, and was completely confused: "What kind of world is this that completely subverted my worldview and my proud painting technique."

"Why are you standing stupidly? It's not the first time you have seen it. Come up quickly. I want your mother, who is ill in bed, to see you as soon as possible. Maybe after she sees you resurrect, her body will be healed in an instant." Wu Tian was already standing on the hanging purple clouds in the air first. He looked at Wu Daoyuan with a confused look on his face. He couldn't help but laugh and scold.

Upon hearing this, Wu Daoyuan tentatively stepped on the Ziyun and stepped on it. Seeing that the Ziyun was very thick and could not step on it at all, he stood up all over.

Seeing Wu Daoyuan like this, Wu Tian couldn't help laughing and said, "When you were a child, you were rushing to ride on your father's painting cloud? Why are you so restrained now?"

While talking, Wu Tian was not idle either. He flew up quickly with his hands and drew several handprints at Ziyun under his feet with his fingers. Then Ziyun flew into the sky with a loud bang.

Because Wu Tian did not inform Wu Daoyuan in advance, after Ziyun quickly flew into the air, his body almost fell down from the air. Fortunately, Wu Tian immediately grabbed his arm, which avoided the tragedy of being knocked to death after just coming out of the coffin.

"What are you doing? I'm scared to death." Wu Daoyuan said a little angrily after stabilizing his body.

"Haha, my cowardly youngest son of Wu Tian actually dared to contradict me. Had he died once and he had completely enlightened?" Wu Tian was scolded by Wu Daoyuan instead of anger, and happily patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

After hearing what Wu Tian said, Wu Daoyuan couldn't say anything anymore and began to look around in the air at the surrounding scenery.

The purple clouds flew very fast, and the oncoming wind made Wu Daoyuan's eyes a little unable to open, but he still insisted on drying the surrounding environment, and his actions once again attracted Wu Tian's attention.

Wu Tian said, "This is the back mountain of our Wu family. It is still a long way from the residential area. There is no scenery along the way. You should close your eyes, otherwise the rapid wind will hurt your eyes." Hearing this, Wu Daoyuan nodded and said nothing more. He lowered his head and stared at the slightly small palms he raised in front of him, and began to think in his heart:

"I heard from him that my young body was very timid before, but I don't know why I died young. A father like him also failed a bit. Such a powerful force would actually make my youngest son die in the jade coffin."

Wu Daoyuan said in his heart that his expression would naturally appear on his handsome smiling face. Wu Tian happened to see it, which immediately made Wu Tian's original excited expression stop. Wu Tian was silent for a moment and said:

"Are you blaming your father for not protecting you and causing you to die young?"

Wu Daoyuan was slightly stunned, then looked up at Wu Tian who had become very self-blame, smiled, and said, "How could it be, I don't even remember how I died. I hope you can tell me my father."

Wu Tian heard Wu Daoyuan shouting "Father" after so long after he was resurrected, and was shocked, and said, "Do you still remember Lin Qinyin?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Daoyuan frowned and recalled the memories in his mind, but did not find any memories of the dead Wu Daoxuan. All he had brought from the Tang Dynasty. Then he shook his head helplessly and said:

"Maybe I've just been resurrected not long ago. I don't remember anything before my death. If you didn't look at me so sincerely, I wouldn't have dared to admit that you were my father."

"Lin Qinyin is a beautiful girl who grows up with your childhood sweetheart. I took you to her house to attend her birthday party seven days ago." Wu Tian said something he should have been happy with a little sadness.

"When you talk about her, was she who killed me?" Wu Daoyuan heard some unspeakable meanings from Wu Tian's words, and then asked.

Wu Tian did not answer directly immediately, but said: "You two were born on the same day. After birth, there was a natural pattern on the back. Yours had a black pen tip, and hers had a green pen stick. If the two were combined, it seemed to form a complete brush picture, so your grandfather gave you a marriage."

Upon hearing this, Wu Daoyuan was a little puzzled, then reached out to his back and touched it, but found no abnormality, so he quietly waited for Wu Tian’s following.

"Lin Qinyin is very talented and has been very talented in the cultivation of painting. She has already cultivated to the realm of a white painting soldier. But you are completely the opposite. She has no talent for painting and has only a hobby for ordinary painting. So at her fifteenth birthday party, Lin Qinyin proposed to break the engagement herself. You were embarrassed and angry and proposed to duel with her, and there was also bet. If you win, dig her pen tip and skin to her, as a divorce letter." Wu Tian said sadly, and a few tears of regret came down on her tough face.

"It's obvious that I will definitely lose, so I gave her the entire skin on my back and died of severe infection?" Wu Daoyuan was silent for a long time before he squeezed out such words. He was a little helpless and sad, and a momentum of unyielding decline quietly bloomed. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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