The scenery in front of Master Yankang changed suddenly. When the light in front of him returned to normal, they had already arrived in a heavenly palace, where the palace was majestic, the sacred mountains were continuous, and the divine light reflected the vast world.

"Is this the world in the painting?"

National Master Yankang was extremely shocked. If this was the world in the painting, then this place would be too vast!

He looked around and saw that the Heavenly Palace was no end!

There are gods all over the sky, some are majestic, some are sacred, and some are robbed, but more are gods walking around, looking for friends, drinking and drinking.

Qin Mu took him into the painting and entered the feast of the heavenly court. The corridor was like a bridge, neon lights were flying, the sun and the moon were hanging on the pavilion, and there were sacred birds covered with flames in the lanterns to make candles, making light and heat.

There was also a goddess playing the strings of the piano and playing strange instruments. A woman dancing on the lotus leaves in the air, with her whole body falling in disarray.

There was a drunk god who was tilted around and staggeringly holding a wine pot to tease the shy and timid goddess who was hiding.

National Master Yankang was overwhelmed with the sight of their location. Their location was the center of the feast. There were countless gods around them, and the sacred mountain in the distance was shining brightly.

Tu Bo was not far away from him, with a nine-curved horn on his head, unable to sit still, and the fireworks under him were spinning like an abyss.

There are also several extremely majestic existences, who are above and have unknown appearances, and are not inferior to Tu Bo's majesty.

"National Master, you are like a terribble entering the city now, which is almost the same as when I just entered the Inlaid Dragon City!"

Qin Mu laughed loudly, and suddenly brought a pot of wine from the plate held by the goddess passing by, and sucked his head and sucked his pain.

The goddess was furious and shouted, "Where did the little ghost come from? This is the divine wine for the gods, and you can touch it?"

"Talk!"

Qin Mu raised his foot, kicked the goddess out, took another pot of wine from the flying plate, stuffed it into the hands of Master Yankang, jumped to the jade table in front of a high god, and raised his head to drink.

The god was furious and raised a slap of about acres to cover it. Qin Mu reached out and drew his sword, and flew out with his broken arm.

Qin Mu laughed loudly, lifted the jade cock and shouted loudly: "In the poem, the sun, the moon, the wine, the fairy flew into the nine heavens!"

laugh--

The high god was cut off his head by his sword. Qin Mu raised his head and made a big fuss in Lingxiao. Countless gods rose up and came to him. Qin Mu's sword light flashed in his hand, and he flew away one by one. He cut off his head and broke directly to Tu Bo's side. He hung his head on Tu Bo's horn, laughed and said, "I am exiled from Penglai Golden House, and I am in front of the treasure-fitting abbot's jade hall!"

Tu Bo suddenly rose, his body shook, and his divine body suddenly became huge and his feet were boundless divine fire.

Qin Mu activated the sword pill, and eight thousand swords surrounded Tubo, spinning into a sword-circling style, cutting the great god into countless pieces, then rubbed his hands with his hands, and countless flying swords were like long dragons, sweeping across all directions, killing them loudly, and laughing loudly: "You can have a hundred feet long dragon body, and still have layers of forest phoenix wings!"

Countless gods and men rushed over like tides, flooding him.

I saw the divine light soaring into the sky, Qin Mu rose into the sky from his broken limbs and arms, playing the sword and singing, and was unrestrained: "How dare thousands of men turn their hands? All gods can't bear to bear it! National Master, I will destroy the god in your heart!"

National Master Yankang laughed loudly, and suddenly his previous depressedness was wiped out, and he said aloud: "Why do you need to break the god in my heart?"

He walked, and the sword light was shining in his hand. His combat power was higher than that of Qin Mu. Wherever he passed, gods fell down.

In Lingxiao Palace, countless gods and demons rushed over and killed them.

Qin Mu and Yankang National Master shoulder to shoulder and back to back, massacred at the entrance of this Tianmen Gate.

After a long time, the corpses of gods and demons accumulated all over the mountains, and endless gods rushed over, killing sounds shook the sky.

"When will this be killed?"

Master Yankang shouted: "Come and guard the gate, I will kill the Emperor of Heaven!"

Qin Mu Ying said: "Go!"

National Master Yankang rushed into Lingxiao Palace, and the corpses were everywhere in the hall.

boom--

National Master Yankang flew backwards and hit the wall of the hall next to Qin Mu. Qin Mu was shocked. The gods here were obviously very weak in cultivation, and the painter who painted this scene was not capable enough, so even he could kill.

However, National Master Yankang was beaten back by the Emperor of Heaven!

Qin Mu blinked his eyes and said something was wrong: "This painter is also a flatterer. I'm afraid that all his painting skills will be used on the Emperor of Heaven, so the Emperor of Heaven in the painting is so powerful."

Pastor Qin knows how powerful the painter's paintings are, from the deafness that he knows deeply.

The power of painting depends not only on the painter's painting skills, but also on the object of painting.

The stronger the painting skills, the more powerful the things you draw will be. Of course, it depends on the painter's care.

This painter was not very careful in painting other gods and demons, and did not devote much effort to it. Therefore, the strength of these gods and demons is not strong, and even the strength of beings like Tu Bo is average.

It is extremely important who the object of the painting is.

For example, when the deaf painted the village chief when he was young, the picture of the sword god carrying a sword showed amazing power!

When this painter painted the Emperor of Heaven, he must have been very attentive to capture the charm of the Emperor of Heaven, so this Emperor of Heaven was so powerful that he could knock the National Master Yankang away!

Qin Mu was a little worried. He brought Yankang into the painting to defeat the fear in the heart of the teacher. If Yankang could not even defeat the Emperor of Heaven in the painting, this setback would probably completely defeat the teacher's belief!

But at this moment, Master Yankang got off the wall and rushed out again, his fighting spirit not diminished at all!

After a while, Master Yankang flew backwards again. Qin Mu activated eight thousand swords to massacre the gods coming. He looked at the master Yankang on the wall and saw that Master Yankang was beaten to his nose and face.

"Uh, it's a bit tricky. The strength of the Emperor of Heaven in the painting is only afraid of being above the gods..."

Just as he thought of this, National Master Yankang rushed over again.

Bang.

National Master Yankang was beaten back again.

So repeated.

The sky gate in front of Lingxiao Palace was already filled with corpses of gods and demons, and Qin Mu was exhausted and panting. National Master Yankang was still the Heavenly Emperor who rushed to the top of Lingxiao Palace again and again, and was beaten back again and again, more miserable and more.

Qin Mu's eyes flashed, and he was about to take out the Five Thunder Pot, thinking: "Even if he is trying to blow up this place, he cannot let the Emperor of Heaven in the painting completely defeat the national master..."

National Master Yankang rushed out again. After a moment, all the shouts of killing stopped. All the gods and demons outside Lingxiao Palace showed fear and turned around and ran away.

Qin Mu was stunned and looked back and saw Master Yankang standing behind him with the head of Emperor Tian.

At this moment, although Master Yankang was covered in bruises, he smiled very innocently.

The two looked at each other and laughed together.

National Master Yankang raised his arm and threw the Emperor of Heaven's head far out of Lingxiao Palace, whispering loudly: "Pick up the sword and take out the forbidden ones, hold the king's head in his hand. The Heavenly Sword is so bold. At this moment, I actually understand the artistic conception of his sword technique and sword art!"

Qin Mu was sore all over, and walked into the hall, laughing and said, "You are a big pervert, and you have a high understanding. Grandpa Tu taught me so many years before I figured out the wonders of his sword technique. You are a sword-based student, but you can understand his sword-like artistic conception. My understanding is far less than you."

Master Yankang turned around and said seriously: "People's understanding will grow with the improvement of their vision and insight, and so will wisdom. Your current cultivation is not strong enough, and when you reach my realm, you will have a great possibility of breaking all mysteries. In the future, you will not lose to me, but will only be stronger than me. Can you think of using the feast of heaven to break the spirit in my heart and reorganize my mind, but I can't think of. Why should the leader belittle himself?"

Qin Mu came to the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, dragged the Emperor of Heaven's headless body to the side, sat on the throne with his butt, and said in surprise: "The National Master thinks I can cross your straight line?"

Master Yankang smiled and said, "You are a junior. If you can't pass the senior, then wouldn't this world be too sad? What's more, you are still a domineering body."

Qin Mu was confident and nodded, "That's true. I am a domineering body, and I must be better than you."

National Master Yankang's face turned dark.

Qin Mu moved his butt, gave up half of the seat, and said, "Come on, sit in the seat that the Emperor of Heaven can only sit."

The national teacher hesitated: "This...isn't that good?"

"Come on, sit down. The scenery here is beautiful!"

"good."

Master Yankang sat down, and the two looked at the scenery outside Lingxiao Palace. After a moment, Master Yankang said, "The world is full of sight. Sitting in this seat, you have boundless power. Any world, any creature's birth and death are all in my mind. Master, have this desire for power arise in your heart?"

Qin Mu sat there and said leisurely: "If I say yes, will you kill me immediately and get rid of the troubles for the emperor?"

The two looked at each other, and Master Yankang withdrew his gaze and said quietly: "No. I will only be wary of you."

He stood up and his face returned to calm, just as calm as before, and nothing seemed to change him. However, Qin Mu knew that after experiencing this heavenly feast in the painting, Master Yankang's Taoist heart had entered a state of unpredictable gods and ghosts.

His heart of Tao is so strong that it cannot be destroyed.

At this time, National Master Yankang no longer had any flaws in his heart.

Qin Mu stood up and walked out of the painting, and gained something in his heart: "Only by breaking the despair in his heart can we ignite greater hope and fighting spirit."

The two walked out of the murals on the wall one after another, down to earth.

Master Yankang looked back at the mural and saw that the palace in the painting was still the same, but the gods and demons in the sky were countless corpses, and some gods and demons hid in the corner in fear, trembling, and their faces showed a look of horror.

Qin Mu stepped forward, wiped off the few strokes he had painted, and the mural returned to its original state.

Qin Mu scratched his head and said in confusion: "The painter who drew this picture has a very high attainment, no inferior to me. But why does this painting lack a corner? With his attainment, the people in this painting can have life, and everyone in the grand event can walk and communicate, but if this corner is missing, the painting will die."

"It might be a broken one."

The Yankang National Master walked out and said, "The battle outside should be over, right? It should be that Xiong Xiyu will regain the position of the palace master and the Western Land will be incorporated into the Yankang State."

Qin Mu followed him and said with a smile: "If you have the emperor's will, and recite the imperial edict at this time and sign Xiong Xiyu as the Lord of the True Heaven Palace, the effect should be better."

National Master Yankang took out the imperial edict and said, "Before I travel this time, I asked the emperor to write the imperial edict in advance."

"The emperor is also an old fox." Qin Mu sighed.

When the two left the hall, a painting of a goddess suddenly moved in the mural. Looking around, there was no one around. Then they trotted all the way and ran out of the painting against the wall.

————The third update! The pig at home hasn’t eaten yet, so it’s time to eat, and then go to watch TV. Hunan Satellite TV, the pig at home is making a fool of itself, forgetting words, stage fright, what are you waiting for? You must watch it!
Chapter completed!