The golden light was vast, and the bullfighting was shot straight into the sky.

Billions of stars appear together, competing for the bright sun.

"Mythical Scroll! A God's Scroll is born! My Dzi beads! Why did my Dzi beads suddenly lose their senses?"

"Your Highness, I want to go there myself, Your Highness later!"

After the middle-aged man in black robe finished speaking, the man had disappeared from his original place and disappeared.

King Duan stood there, looking up at the billions of stars in the sky, as if there were countless shining diamonds inlaid on a blue curtain, beautiful and colorful.

A stroke of shocking wind and rain, and ghosts and gods all wail.

With the last stroke of Huo Feixian, all the mountains and rivers were shaking, and demons and monsters cried.

An indescribable palpitations surged into the hearts of countless powerful people.

"Time passed by, just as the bead completely dissipated and the last bit of Huofeng Immortal's energy was about to be exhausted, the last stroke in the scroll was outlined, and an illusory and hazy picture scroll appeared on Huofeng Immortal's body.

Just as the last stroke stopped, the lines of the scroll on Huo Feixian's body twisted, as if they had come alive at this moment, wandering like a spiritual snake.

The wonderful power blessed on the three treasures of his essence, energy and spirit was like a dragon lurking for many years, suddenly drilled out of the dark hole and poured into the countless lines.

The lines on Huo Feixian's body twisted and turned, and the scroll came alive at this time, and a strange force came to the darkness and poured into the scroll.

Then the lines on Huo Feixian's body floated out of thin air and floated around him. With the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, they turned into a scroll.

The scroll is not made of the material, and the jade scrolls at both ends are decorated. They are flawless and shine brightly.

On the scroll, an illusory and hazy figure flashed behind it. There were five patterns with hazy bodies in the scroll.

At the same time, a strange phenomenon soared into the sky, and was clearly visible in a radius of millions of miles. Millions of miles of the sky and the earth were crying and howling, and countless strange phenomena came one after another.

A strange phenomenon burst out from the jade shaft, a breeze blew by, and the plants and trees within a radius of ten miles grew wildly. The dry old tree drew out tender branches, and the weeds broken by the shaft actually grew leaves again.

Even the carriage made of old woods was revitalized at this time, with green branches sucking out.

"Visions: Spring breeze under the pen!"

"Painted as: Creation!"

Two thoughts flowed through Huo Feixian's mind.

If a monk paints original and is recognized by heaven and earth, it will inevitably bring down strange phenomena to celebrate. And the "Spring Breeze under the pen" is one of the strange phenomena.

But ‘creation’ is the division of the level of the scroll.

The scrolls include jade scrolls, gold scrolls, legends, immortality and other levels. He has never heard of the scrolls of creation level.

Although the jade scroll is the lowest level, it has been included in the rating. This is the realm that many masters and masters of painting have always dreamed of.

Many masters of the master may not necessarily turn into a jade scroll in their entire lives, and they can only draw other people's scrolls hard.

Just like a master from a Writers Association, although the characters he wrote had master's level skills, it would be almost difficult to create a font, and the right time and place were indispensable.

But Huo Feixian was confused at this time. Creation? What level is that?

Chang'an City

Chang'an Painting Academy

On a mountain next to the water, carved beams and painted palaces undulate in the clouds and mists. Lights flash in the mountains. Countless students lowered their heads and painted quietly with their pens and inks.

If you stand on the mountain, you can see the billions of lights in Chang'an City at the foot of the mountain, which will converge the entire Chang'an City in your eyes.

At the top of the academy, in a magnificent palace, candles as thick as babies' arms lit a row, making the entire hall look like the sun.

Under the lights, a young man in his twenties looked like a young man in his twenties held a slender pen in his hand, gently embellishing the mountains and rivers on the drawing board.

The mountains and rivers are majestic, and the rivers are surging. In the night sky, the lights of Chang'an are all dotted on them, making them look lifelike and immersive.

It is impossible to tell whether the billions of lights in Chang'an City outside fell on the painting board, or the lights on the painting board were scattered in the world.

Next to the young man, an old man in green looked at the young man quietly, nodding from time to time, and his eyes showed a look of satisfaction.

As the young man picked up his pen and decorated it, a flash of light burst out on the scroll, the mountains and rivers on it were constantly twisting, and the lines jumped faintly, as if they came alive.

Seeing the scroll constantly vibrating, the shadow of a lotus flower slowly condensed in the void, the old man in green next to him nodded with satisfaction when he saw this.

Seeing the vision in the void becoming more and more realistic, the vision became more and more realistic. At this moment, the young man suddenly wrote:

"It's a pity that it's still a little short of time."

The strange phenomenon collapsed and the hall returned to darkness. Only the candlelight was slowly shaking.

"Your heart is in chaos. You went down the mountain and became nameless before, which has a great impact on you. Fortunately, you still have time! You have been through ten years, not the last few days!" The old man in green spoke slowly.

"Yes, I have survived ten years and gathered the ten-year painting fortunes of Chang'an to accumulate momentum, help me break through the realm, so as to soar into the sky. It's still three days away from the ten-year period, and I'm anxious! Three days later, it's time for me to swallow the great fortunes of Chang'an and use Chang'an as the cornerstone of my enlightenment." Wang Gaoqiu held his pen and looked at the Chang'an scroll in front of him, with a satisfied smile in his eyes.

As the seed of the Natural Painting Academy, why did he stay dormant in ordinary academies such as Chang'an Academy for ten years? In order to build a peerless foundation.

Ten years of dormant, only three days before you can break out of your cocoon and become a butterfly.

"You are already very good. No one can surpass you in the younger generation. Even the geniuses in Shengjing are not as good as you. Chang'an's ten-year painting fortune is the foundation of your creation of myths. It is not for the ten-year Chang'an great fortune, you have long been a master of the world." The old man in green smiled gently, his eyes full of satisfaction:

"There are birds that stop in the hills of the south. They do not fly or whistle for three years, and they do not fly or whistle, and they are silent. What is this called?" The king said: "If you do not wing for three years, you will have long wings; if you do not fly or whistle, you will be able to observe the people. Even if you do not fly, you will surely soar into the sky; if you do not sound, you will surely be shocking. When you enter the class, take away the fortune of Chang'an and build the foundation of myth, you can follow me to return to the Nature Painting Academy, and then I personally accept you as a disciple."

"Disciple thinks that there is no need to wait for three more days, and today's disciples can be included in the ranks." Wang Gaoqiu smiled: "The ancestors have planned for their disciples for ten years. How can a mere an ant figure affect my mind? Besides, my aunt sent me the day before yesterday."

Wang Gaoqiu spoke and took out a golden incense from his sleeve and presented it to the old man.

"This is a natural treasure born when Emperor Taizu refined the map of the country and the country, and seized the fortune of the country. Even a myth can't be obtained even if it is a myth. After Emperor Taizu founded the country, the fragrance of peace has become less and less, and the royal family has never flowed out. Only the emperor of the dynasty can enjoy it. Your aunt treats you very well, and even the emperor's tribute can be obtained." Li Wenfang was dressed in blue, looking at the incense in her hand, and her eyes showed an incredible look.

This calming fragrance is a treasure that even the ancestor of the Natural Painting Academy can never get.

"Please ask the master to ignite the disciples. Today, the disciples will use this incense to get the 10th fortune of Chang'an, seize the legendary "Chang'an Tu", and build the foundation of the myth for disciples." Wang Gaoqiu said.

"It's so extravagant, so wasteful! You will definitely be able to buy it in three days, so why waste this treasure?" Li Wenfang's eyes were full of reluctance.

"The Academy of Natural Painting is about to open. If the disciple takes the Chang'an map, it will take time to polish the foundation. The disciple doesn't want to wait any longer. Moreover, with the help of this treasure, the disciple can create a perfect foundation at the level of mythology." Wang Gaoqiu said.

Hearing this, Li Wenfang stopped saying anything, but just lit the Anshen Incense with regret and inserted it into the incense burner: "You guys, the sons of princes, are too extravagant."

Wang Gaoqiu did not respond, but just held his breath and looked at the lights of Chang'an. Until a ray of sunrise in the sky and the fragrance of peace was lit for more than half, he saw him suddenly pick up the ink on the table and start writing quickly as if he was flying.

As Wang Gaoqiu wrote, lights appeared on the scroll, and a strange wave spread between the sky and the earth, floating out of the scroll, spreading towards the mountains of Chang'an Painting Academy. Then, with Wang Gaoqiu's writing, the opportunity in the scroll continued to spread, as if the waves swept across the plain, overwhelmed countless mountains and rivers, and headed towards Chang'an City.

But in a moment, the opportunity broke into Chang'an City, and every household that moved into Chang'an City spread across every street and corner of Chang'an City.

At this time, Chang'an City buzzed, the void was twisting, and it was actually resonating with the opportunity.

The entire Chang'an City suddenly lost its color. At this time, Chang'an City was like a colorful scroll, and all the colors on it were stripped away by that opportunity.

The opportunity for thousands of families was gathered on Chang'an City at this time, turning into a dreamy and hazy scroll, constantly twisting the void, as if it was about to be peeled off from Chang'an City.

If countless people were used to impose their body shapes, their bodies were fixed there and they could not move. Time seemed to have stopped passing in the entire Chang'an City, and all the sounds and time were deprived of by that opportunity.

At the same time, a scroll hanging on the screen of the Chang'an County Government was suddenly shaken, and countless divine light burst out from it, rushing out of the county government government to illuminate the entire street. Fight against the opportunity in the dark.

County government backyard

A middle-aged man was reviewing a memorial at this time, feeling the divine light from the outside world, and couldn't help but stand up in shock:

"The map of the country and the country is inducing? This is someone stealing the fortune of Chang'an!"

"The bold madman dared to steal Chang'an scrolls and seize the energy of the sentient beings in Chang'an. He is so brave. Are you not afraid of the Human Emperor killing you?"
Chapter completed!