Prehistoric: Opening Awakening Hongmeng Painting Saint System

When this woman approached him.

Chu Xiao had countless doubts in his heart that he wanted to ask.

But in the end, he didn't speak.

It was this woman who spoke first, breaking the silent environment.

"The little girl has seen the senior."

The woman bowed to Chu Xiao and saluted.

Then, the woman in front of him took out a scroll.

"Dare to ask seniors, is this painting created by you?"

The woman unfolded the scroll in her hand.

This is what a woman looks like.

After seeing Chu Xiao, he used his divine sense to investigate.

He found that this woman was extremely similar to the woman in the painting.

!The doubts in his heart were immediately resolved, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The beauty on the picture scroll is extremely slim, although the woman in front of me is similar in shape, but she lacks some of the spirit in her picture scroll.

Thinking about it, it should be the strong wind that year that blew my painting into this person's hands.

"Please senior accept me as a disciple!"

Seeing Chu Xiao's expression, the woman obviously admitted that she is the owner of the picture scroll.

She just knelt down towards Chu Xiao.

"??"

Chu Xiao clutched his forehead, he didn't expect that these people would come as soon as they said it.

This one two people,
Why did you come to me with a picture scroll and ask for a teacher.

Is it possible that you are full?

The woman sensed something was wrong with Chu Xiao's expression, and before she could say anything, she felt a cold wind blowing from the back of her head.

"Want to apprentice? Go to the back and line up for me!"

I don't know who it was, and yelled.

The others followed and yelled, but the woman left the front helplessly.

And Chu Xiao can't let this place be so noisy all the time.

"If you want to worship a teacher, you can sit here for thousands of years to prove your sincerity."

After a while, Chu Xiao thought of this way to calm himself down here.

His words immediately broke the current deadlock.

One day, while Chu Xiao was painting as usual, Zhunti Taoist came up from nowhere.

Seeing him like this, the people around him also wondered what he wanted to do.

It's not ten thousand years yet.

"I also ask the master to allow the disciples to observe it at a close distance."

Zhunti said respectfully, his shameless physique has already been manifested at this time.

Chu Xiao didn't explain that he accepted disciples, but he always respected them with the courtesy of disciples.

Chu Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't refuse Zhun Ti to approach him.

Just when Zhunti thought that Chu Xiao was on his way, he suddenly threw a violent attack.

With a big wave of his hand, a golden light appeared in the sky, and a huge force hit Chu Xiao's head.

Everything is between lightning and flint.

Tongtian Fuxi and others stayed here.

Unexpectedly, Zhunti would do this, and it was too late for him to stop it.

People watch it.

The berserk force hit Chu Xiao's body, stirring up dust all over the sky.

"The poor man has calculated for many years, and I know that you are a mere golden fairy, and you can only show your various magical powers because of the blessing of the pen and ink treasure!"

"Pindao feels ashamed in his heart, so he spares your life. I believe that if this treasure falls into the hands of the poor, it will surely live up to its reputation!"

Zhunti laughed, he didn't kill Chu Xiao, but he believed that he had seriously injured him.

He waved his hand, wanting to fetch the paintbrush.

Thinking that with this ability, he could improve his strength faster, he smiled.

But when the dust settled, Zhunti was stunned.

Chu Xiao's expression was indifferent, and he just stood there without moving.

There was no damage to the corner of his clothes.

"This is impossible!"

Zhunti stared at Chu Xiao with his pupils wide open.

But under his eyes, there was panic and confusion.

"You are clearly only a Golden Immortal, how could you resist the attack of the poor monk?"

Zhunti roared loudly.

"Ignorance child!"

Chu Xiao snorted coldly.

The eyes are like thunder pools, and the thunder is released in an instant.

The surrounding space is distorted!

Chu Xiao flew out with a punch, and Zhunti felt that his body was imprisoned.

The whole body could not exert half of its cultivation, but was hit by Chu Xiao's punch.

puff!
Blood gushed out of Zhunti's mouth, and his body flew out like a piece of paper.

"Who are you!"

Zhunti was seriously injured and forced himself to stand up.

There was boundless anger in his eyes, but more terror.

What responded to him was nothing but Chu Xiao's attack.

On his fist, fearful and mighty power gathered, and a normal punch pierced the void.

boom!
Zhunti released his mana to defend, but he was powerless. When he was hit by Chu Xiao, his throat was sweet, blood spurted out, and he flew down to the top of Buzhou Mountain. His life and death were unknown.

From the beginning to the end, Chu Xiao didn't give Zhunti the slightest chance.

To be an enemy of oneself can only be death!

Everyone in the field looked dull and speechless.

Zhunzhi came from Mount Sumeru in the west, but he is the leader of this generation.

But right now, he was easily dealt with by Chu Xiao, and his life and death are unknown.

Everyone grew more and more in awe of Chu Xiao.

There is a double-minded person in my heart, and I have let it go.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of years have passed.

In the prehistoric world, all kinds of things are happening.

But it's nothing more than a big deal.

Hongjun convened countless Taoist cultivators, and united with the ancient Nine Great Daoist (Taoist).

Against the Demon Ancestor Rahu.

The Demon Ancestor Luohu dared not underestimate the enemy in the slightest, and led the Demon Race to fight hard.

The flames of war between the two sides permeated most of the prehistoric world.

Mountains and rivers collapsed, rivers collapsed, and countless lives were destroyed.

This protracted war is still going on today.

Due to the dispute between Taoism and demons, a large number of souls fled.

In the end, they chose to come to Buzhou Mountain.

This is a pure land, but at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, countless people seek Taoism here, how could it be possible for these people to enter so easily.

Those who were redundant were eventually evicted.

Even so, nearly one hundred thousand people gathered on Mount Buzhou!
Chu Xiao has created many paintings over the years, but none of them can be rated by the system.

Obviously, if you want to break through the sixth level of heaven, you must at least create A-level paintings.

And this matter is not simple.

Chu Xiao didn't feel distressed by this. Instead, he relaxed and didn't continue to create.

He has been immersed in painting for thousands of years, when he relaxes his eyes again.

Immediately my scalp tingled.

Originally, there were only more than a thousand people here, but now, there are hundreds of thousands of people!

So many people felt the movement on the top of the mountain, they raised their heads and looked at Chu Xiao.

Seeing Chu Xiao looking over, Tongtian took action immediately.

"Disciple sees Master!"

Because of his words, most people knelt down, not only that, those who didn't understand what was going on.

Do the same thing.

What followed was the sound of ordinary sea waves.

"I'll see Master!"

"We will abide by the agreement that the master made ten thousand years ago, and we will worship the master today, so please don't refuse, the master!"

Chu Xiao was told by them, it was not easy for him to refuse.

Just when Chu Xiao was in a dilemma.

Fu Xi appeared to share the burden for Chu Xiao.

"According to my disciple's opinion, only those who come here with a scroll in their hands and stay here for ten thousand years can become a teacher."

"That's right! Fellow Daoist Fuxi is right."

Tongtian and others listened and agreed with what he said.

Fuxi knelt down and bowed to Chu Xiao again.

"I wonder if Master agrees?"