Cultivation of Life Winner

In the examination place of the main hall of the painting academy, Huang Mao was looking at the surrounding environment in a daze at this moment.This place is a vast plain, with tender fresh grass everywhere, not far away, a river that glistens in the sun and glistens slowly flows by.And not far from the river, there is a small hut surrounded by a fence.

Everything looks particularly quiet and beautiful here.Huang Mao took a deep breath, and the surrounding air was unusually fresh, as if it contained extremely powerful aura.

"What a powerful magic ban, it's so real." Huang Mao looked around and sighed.

After he entered the examination place of the painting hall, the next moment he felt the scene change suddenly.Huang Mao didn't panic. This situation must be due to the large phantom array arranged in the assessment site.

Coming here suddenly, I don't know what the assessment of the painting academy is about?After thinking about it, Huang Mao went towards the fenced hut.Pushing aside the wooden fence, there is nothing in front of the yard.Huang Mao went in cautiously. When he opened the door, the first thing he saw was a black puppy standing up on the futon in the center of the room.

The room is not big, and there is a painting hanging on the far wall, the painting is blank, only in the right corner of the painting is a small line of small words, which reads "Longevity and stay here".

"Someone is here again, trouble." Seeing Huang Mao looking at the painting, the little dog shook his body, and even spoke.

Huang Mao did not enter the room in a hurry, but looked away and asked, "What is the content of the assessment?"

The black-skinned puppy sat back down, bared its teeth and said, "Look at that painting, tell me what you saw?"

"Isn't it just blank? Except for those five words."

The little dog didn't even have the interest to talk to Huang Mao now, he turned around, exposed his buttocks to Huang Mao, and said disdainfully: "No talent, go out, next one."

This is the assessment, so it's over?Huang Mao choked in his heart, but after the puppy's voice fell, Huang Mao felt a gentle force wrapping him up, as if he wanted to push him out.

Huang Mao felt a little lost, but also helpless.And when Huang Mao left the illusionary formation, a sudden burning sensation burst out from his chest.Huang Mao was startled, and found that the aura in his body was tumbling, being continuously sucked by the painting scroll of Huangquan nourished in his body.

This was the first time that Huang Quan's ancient paintings were not under Huang Mao's control. With the continuous loss of spiritual energy, Huang Mao's complexion became worse and worse.Although he kept suppressing the ancient paintings of Huangquan, this time it had no effect at all.As the spiritual energy in the body was exhausted, a large amount of vitality replaced the spiritual energy and was absorbed by Huangquan ancient paintings.

Huang Mao said inwardly that he was not good, and with great effort gathered a trace of aura to open the storage bag, a large amount of elixir was taken out, and then poured into the body recklessly.

The huge medicinal power exploded in the body, the spiritual energy in the body was empty for a while, and the spiritual energy exploded in a geometric pattern for a while. Huang Mao's body was like a battlefield, the spiritual energy was continuously absorbed and continuously generated under the action of the medicinal power.

But at the assessment place at this moment, a huge storm swept across the entire palace, and all the examiners, except Huang Mao, were suddenly repelled.

Outside the palace, the lifeless black-robed old man felt the sudden energy in surprise. The door of the examination hall had been knocked open by that energy, and the black-robed old man could clearly see at a glance that the examination hall Among them, there is only one painting hanging quietly in mid-air.

In that painting, there is a paradise with a beautiful environment, a small thatched hut is located not far from the small river, but at this moment in the courtyard of the small thatched hut, there is a young boy in white with his eyes tightly closed.Around him, two different energies collided with each other, which seemed to cause him some pain.

If Huang Mao saw it at this moment, he would realize that he had not entered the phantom array, he was clearly included in a portrait!

At this moment, Huang Mao was suppressing Huang Quantu with all his heart, and at the same time, Huang Mao secretly sighed that he was careless.He knew that the Huangquan map was extraordinary from the very beginning, but because he had used it many times, and it was quite handy, he thought it was not dangerous, so he put it in his body to nourish it without worry!

In the picture of Huangquan at this moment, in the depths of the dense fog, in the palace engraved with the plaque of the Hall of Yama, a special atmosphere is constantly rising at this moment, and as time goes by, this palace becomes more and more real.

And as the palace changed, the thick fog that was originally covering the outside of the palace began to recede little by little.The entire Yan Luo Temple began to shake, and the huge rumbling sound continued to resound.Mi Mou, who was left here by Huang Mao back then, was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he knelt on the ground and trembled all over.

He has a feeling that at this moment, the Hall of Yama is like a phoenix nirvana, and it seems that he is experiencing this abnormal rebirth, as if he has succeeded. This Temple of Yama will probably become the real Hall of Yama, if not, he will be turned into ashes!

At the same time, the Life and Death Book suddenly flew up from the desk in the main hall, and bursts of pitch-black mist flew up from the Life and Death Book. As soon as the dark mist appeared, the shaking of the hall slightly weakened, but it was not enough!After a while, a large golden pen flew out suddenly, and in an instant, the golden brilliance surged.

In the outside world, Huang Mao finally felt that Huang Quantu's need for spiritual energy had weakened a bit, and his control over Huang Quantu had returned to him little by little.

After confirming that Huang Quan Tu could be controlled, Huang Maojian took Huang Quan Tu out of his body.He dared not put such a dangerous thing in his body to warm it up.And the moment he took out the Yellow Spring Map, the Yellow Spring Map shook for a while, and the endless Yellow Spring Water used the power of the earth veins to condense into a big yellow dragon and flew out of the Yellow Spring Map.

As soon as the big dragon came out, the thatched cottage immediately fell apart.In this space, countless flowers and plants began to wither, and the ground rumbled continuously, but it began to collapse.

If Huang Mao was outside, he would have discovered that the space in the painting he was in had already begun to shatter.

"Ang!!!" The Huangquan dragon roared loudly, and with the sound of howling wind, its single claw grabbed the blank painting fiercely.It is strange to say that the thatched hut was destroyed, and the blank painting was suspended and floated automatically, and it was not damaged at all.

At this moment, Huang Mao has the cultivation of alchemy after all, and at the same time that the space here was greatly destroyed, he knew that this place might not be as simple as a phantom formation.

When the giant dragon in the underworld grabbed the blank painting, Huang Mao felt his shoulders sink. It turned out to be the black dog!

"Where did you get the painting soul?" The black leather dog looked at Huang Mao with small pitch-black eyes and asked.

Huang Mao was startled, and reached out to grab the black leather dog.Who would have thought that the black leather dog was not weak, but the speed was so fast that Huang Mao caught him in the air.In the next moment, the black leather dog jumped onto Huang Mao's head, and said extremely rascally: "You can't catch me, you can't catch me."

Huang Mao narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

The whole body of this black-skinned dog is pitch black, with extremely fine hair, which clings tightly to its body. It is extremely smooth to the touch of others, like fine silk and satin.In the sun, it can reflect a little light.But obviously, it's just that the black leather dog should have some origins.

Although Huang Quantu unexpectedly showed its dangerous and uncontrollable scene, Huang Mao has no intention of giving up yet.Seeing that Huang Quantu was still fighting against the blank ancient painting, Huang Mao simply took the black dog away from the battlefield, and then took the time to ask: "What is so special about that blank painting?"

"It was left by that kid Changjue. Don't worry about him. He is just a babbler, he can't understand what he says, and he has to pretend to be mysterious about what he leaves behind. He just likes to toss his descendants. The gang of Ziyu It's really pitiful for the people of Luo Shuyuan to have such an ancestor like him."

While the black-skinned dog was talking, a fairy-like man in white gradually emerged from the blank painting.This person is tall and tall, standing in the void, with long hair hanging down his back, and a white robe fluttering in the wind, like a real fairy.

"Boy Changjue... You and I haven't seen each other for a thousand years. You've been turned into a cup of loess long ago, but I'm still alive." The black leather dog said with a sigh while holding Huang Mao's shoulder.

Huang Mao's expression remained unchanged, but he was surprised in his heart, haven't seen him in a thousand years?So, this black leather dog has lived for at least a thousand years?

But at this moment, after the man in the white robe appeared, the Huangquan dragon hesitated for a while, as if he was a little scared.The man in the white robe stared forward as if he hadn't seen the dragon in the underworld, and a sigh came out of his mouth.He raised his hand and said softly, "Supernatural power, Yihua."

In an instant, countless petals floated down from the sky.The petals are fragrant, beautiful and dreamy.It's just that in this beauty, there is endless killing intent!

Each petal carries powerful energy, as long as it touches the giant dragon in the underworld, a large piece of the dragon's body will be completely corroded.

Supernatural powers, the strongest spells in the world.Immortal cultivators call it celestial art, but Yun Xiaozi, who once taught him the three forms of celestial art, told him that after mortals practice celestial art and integrate into themselves, they are called supernatural powers.

Because of the emergence of supernatural powers, this space collapsed more quickly, and large black holes appeared in the originally blue sky.Outside the black hole, Huang Mao seemed to see clusters of miscellaneous threads floating in it.

"Hurry up, let's go out, why don't we be involved in the law of chaos. In that case, we will be in trouble." The black leather dog hurriedly dragged Huang Mao.

"Picture of the Underworld!" Looking at those messy lines, Huang Mao felt uneasy, and couldn't help but retreat.

At this moment, the giant dragon in Huangquan had been corroded into a bad shape, and finally had to whimper, dissipate its power and turn back into the painting.But at the moment when the Yellow Spring Dragon disappeared, the Yellow Spring Map turned into a light spot, but it flew back to Huang Mao's hands.

Huang Mao held the map of the underworld, his eyes were a little cloudy, and finally he gritted his teeth and stuffed the map of the underworld into the storage ring, but he jumped out of the painting quickly.

But at this time, outside the main hall, the man in black frowned slightly. What happened just now?With his strength, he couldn't see clearly just now.What happened just now in the painting seemed to be covered by some force.

However, the lifeless eyes of the man in black robe showed a look of surprise and joy in the next moment.Painting soul, he actually felt the breath of painting soul just now!Although he didn't see it, he felt a breath leaked from the soul of painting.

A person who has obtained the inheritance of the chessboard from the Nine Palaces of the Chess Academy, who is also the source of the ancient books of the Academy, and who has condensed the soul of painting, the black-robed old man can hardly imagine that such a peerless genius, people from the Third Academy will probably fight for him.