The system gives me immortality, and I will eventually become invincible while I’m alive.

"Gah..."

The white duck walked on the road to the sect as if he didn't recognize his relatives, and his eyes were full of deep thought, "Although the sixth junior brother is a little more murderous and his words are crazy, he is still my junior brother, so he should agree to this request."

"quack."

It suddenly laughed and walked faster and faster. When passing by a disciple's cave, it suddenly stopped and asked, "Fellow Daoist Zhang?"

"Ok?"

In the cave, the disciple surnamed Zhang's expression changed slightly and he did not respond.

"Looking at the spiritual energy of the Western Zhou Dynasty, Fellow Daoist Zhang is having trouble making a breakthrough. I just came from Yang Langzi. He has entered the Mahayana Mysterious Realm a few years ago. He said that he will kill you with one palm, so you have to be careful."

"It's not strong... Fellow Taoist White Duck is worried." In the cave, the disciple surnamed Zhang spoke in a low voice and gritted his teeth.

"Gaga~ I just came to see if you are still alive."

The white duck showed a bright smile, "If you die in this barren mountain where no one cares, you and I will come to help Taoist friend Zhang collect the body after many years of friendship. Don't worry, who in the sect doesn't know that I, the white duck, are the most moral!"

"roll!"

Inside the cave, there was a roar like a lion's roar, which shook the rocks in the west.

"Gah~!"

The white duck screamed and jumped up, and quickly ran and swooped down. As he ran, he turned around and shouted, "Zhang Daoyou, your talents and opportunities are not as good as Yang Langzi's, and the woman you like has been robbed, but you can't take it out on me, can you?"

"We cultivators pay attention to the Taoist mind, which is completely natural. How can we be disturbed by external things."

"I passed by this place and I kindly visited and cared for you, but you treated me like this?!"

"roll!!"

"Gah~~~"

The white duck ran away frantically, shaking his head and sighing. This guy's Daoist heart is not strong... He actually regarded his good intentions as a donkey's liver and lungs, and finally turned into an angry voice, "Gah! Fellow Daoist Zhang, if you die suddenly, I won't come to collect the body in the future!"

"Our Taoist friendship has ended!"

"Ah! I'll kill you!"

Boom...

Smoke and dust billowed from behind, and a disciple with an angry face rushed out of the cave. He seemed to be holding a sword dozens of feet long in his hand, vowing to cut the white duck into pieces.

huh~

The white duck was so good at escaping that he disappeared in a flash, leaving the disciple surnamed Zhang furious in the mountains.

The next day.

A green light avenue opened under the Mo Lingxian Pond, as if to attract the white duck. The latter was overjoyed, as expected of his sixth junior brother, he is sensible!

It carefully took care of its spotless white feathers and walked toward this avenue of formations with great satisfaction.

To him, this white feather is the monk's clothes and style. Even if he has been out killing demons, the white feather has not been stained with blood at all. This is also related to the fact that it likes to drink those clear spiritual waters.

Next to the fairy pond.

Chen Xun is still painting, and it’s still the same painting.

The white duck swaggered forward, quacking and laughing, but suddenly his expression was startled, and his eyes were sucked in by the painting.

painting...

How come it seems like it's come to life? !

The world inside seems to be changing with time, deriving time stories one after another. In the vast sea of ​​people, there is a cowherd boy, and they live in a city.

Work as the sun rises and rest as the sun sets.

The city is very lively, there are immortal cultivators, blood-eating people...I can't see their appearance clearly.

Quite peaceful and beautiful.

The white duck seemed to have calmed down, and his eyes showed a hint of enjoyment, as if he was enlightening. He actually felt a sense of peace and tranquility in the painting.

suddenly!

Time goes by and the years evolve.

The sky sinks and the earth trembles.

The world seemed to be torn apart, darkness and deathly silence filled the world...everywhere you looked, there were corpses everywhere.

"Gah?!"

The white duck looked extremely pale, even whiter than its white feathers. It quickly took a few steps back, not daring to look any further. Just now, it felt like it had been hit, as if it had been seriously injured!

And it seems to be an hallucination. The painting is still dead, disorderly and chaotic, and nothing can be seen clearly.

"Sixth Junior Brother!"

The white duck shouted and looked to the west warily, "There is something evil here!"

The sun is shining brightly today, the breeze is calm, and it is extremely bright.

But the white duck only felt a sense of coldness invade its heart, which was even more terrifying than the great cold in Kyushu.

"Senior Brother Xi."

A warm voice was like caressing the heaven and earth. The white duck looked startled. The strange feeling just now completely disappeared. It looked at Chen Xun's back blankly, which was extremely strange.

"Why are you here?" Chen Xun smiled and turned around, stopped the brush in his hand, his eyes were very clean and clear.

"Quack~~"

The white duck smiled coquettishly, maybe he was attacked by some sect disciple using trickery, and he was in a trance in front of the sixth junior brother.

It sat down on the ground: "Sixth Junior Brother, I came here after hearing that you returned. I came to see you."

"That's it." Chen Xun nodded and continued painting quietly.

The white duck moved. Although it didn't want to look at the painting anymore, its curiosity still drove it. It carefully moved to Chen Xun's side. Its huge body was even taller than Chen Xun.

"Senior Brother Xi, outsiders praise me for my extraordinary talent in immortality..."

Chen Xun murmured, naturally seeing the white duck stretched out his head, "But how did the experienced Taoists in Tianji Dao Palace know that my talents actually lie in painting skills, singing skills, etc."

Speaking of this, his eyes showed a look of disdain on the world: "Is there any painting immortal or painting saint in these three thousand worlds now? I wonder how far behind I will be?"

Chen Xun was not confident in his immortal talent. He had always been like this. After all, Gu Lisheng had to be defeated in front of Chen Xun. He really couldn't beat him!

"Huh?" White Duck thought seriously, "Sixth Junior Brother, do you mean this from your heart?"

"Of course." Chen Xun was very indifferent, "Brother Xi, it seems that there are painting immortals and painting saints in these three thousand worlds. It's interesting."

"No, it's not..." White Duck looked solemnly, staring at the painting, "To be honest, junior brother, I have lived for thousands of years, but I have never seen such a painting. When I first saw it, I was really shocked. For heavenly beings.”

"Hahaha..."

Chen Xun laughed and looked at this white duck. With these words, the past grudges were wiped out and he knew the goods!

however.

Before the white duck finished speaking, he solemnly said: "Look again..."

"Oh?"

Chen Xun stopped his pen, his eyes brightened slightly. He never minded others praising his painting skills. No matter how exaggerated it was, he would not find it exaggerated. No matter how much it was praised, he liked to hear it.

"Looking at it again, the writing is pale...the writing is messy, missing everything, superfluous...it is unsightly."

The white duck had contemplation in his eyes, talking eloquently and giving pointers, "Sixth Junior Brother, you still need to practice your painting skills. Our master has many masterpieces in the Hall of Thought. You can copy them..."

Just when it was chattering and pointing.

The white duck didn't realize that Chen Xun's face had gradually turned gloomy, that the breeze had become slightly colder, and that the Mo Lingxian Pond was actually forming a strange vortex, and the vitality of the world was rioting.

Even old cows would not dare to comment on his painting skills like this...

call!

The white duck paused for a moment and looked to the west with dumbfounded eyes. Why is this? !

"Senior Brother Xi..."

"Ah, ah?"

"You're here to get the water from the Mo Lingxian Pond, right?" Chen Xun's deep voice seemed to reverberate in the heaven and earth, pouring into the ears of the white duck like a magic sound, and the latter nodded blankly.

boom!

The vitality of heaven and earth suddenly rioted, lightning flashed and thunder thundered in the western sky.

"Sixth Junior Brother!!!" The white duck screamed sadly, and was pushed into the Mo Lingxian Pond by Chen Xun's palm. It fluttered wildly, "Sixth Junior Brother!! Ga~~Help!!"

Rumble...

The Mo Ling Immortal Pond was surging with excitement, surging like a wave. The white duck screamed miserably, and shouted again and again to explain: "Sixth Junior Brother, your paintings are really ugly. Senior Brother did not lie to you, why is this?!"

Its immortal way was suppressed by a magnificent force, leaving no room for resistance.

"You fucking...!"

Chen Xun was a little offended by the white duck's words, and pressed the latter's head firmly into the fairy pond, "You plotted against me back then, and I had planned not to squat on you today. It seems that I can't let you go. is you!"

"Gah~"

The white duck was still flapping in the fairy pond, and his facial features were almost distorted, "Sixth Junior Brother, misunderstanding! Senior Brother, never say your paintings are ugly again! Help!! Gugu~~"

Chen Xun's press lasted for two full days.

The white duck climbed up to the shore helplessly, like a drowned dog, completely powerless.

After it was soaked in the water of the Mo Ling Fairy Pond, it became completely black. Just as it was recovering its mana, it wanted to clean up the contaminated water of the Fairy Pond...

suddenly!

The white duck seemed to have been struck by thousands of thunders, and it was planted in the ground like a piece of iron wood.

It was fine when I arrived, but it seems I can't go back...

It has become a black duck...

But from the shore, Chen Xun's wanton laughter could be heard, and he spit out a mouthful of turbid breath. To be honest, the black duck looked pleasing to the eye.