Boom!

Divine thunder exploded over Jinshan Mountain, and water vapor filled the air and electric snakes swam away.

The river water suddenly stirred up huge waves several feet high, and the wind was strong. Looking from Jinling City, Jinshan Mountain seemed to be enveloped in a black cloud, with thunder and lightning flashing constantly in the black cloud. The water along the river surged, and the momentum even woke up the sleeping dragon at the bottom of the lake.

The mural dragon is alive!

Everyone present witnessed with their own eyes the two dragons with their eyes twisted.

The clouds and fog were as usual, and the two dragons were struggling to get out of the painting, but the ink stains actually separated from the wall and turned into a solid shape. Everyone was going crazy. The shock was followed by deep fear. They involuntarily stepped back and screamed. The temple was in chaos.

Make a group.

Two dragons broke away from the mural and wandered around.

The space is small, and pieces of dragon scales brush against the forehead.

"Ho~!"

The four claws slammed into the roof, smashing the roof tiles, and flew into the sky with its claws and teeth.

Zhang Yao was dumbfounded, looking at the two blank spaces and the two remaining dragons at a loss. He really never thought that dotting the eyes would revive the dragon. No wonder the old monk gave him thousands of warnings.

In the distance, two dragons can be seen soaring into the sky from Jinling City, flying into the black clouds and spreading rain.

But painting is painting after all.

Painted with dragon ink.

On the surface of the lake, Moubai glanced twice, yawned, and fell asleep in the lake.

Not long after.

The two dragons in the black cloud gradually exhausted and disappeared.

The vision disappeared, and there were only two blank spaces and two dragons with no eyes left in the temple. People were shocked by Zhang Yao's miraculous painting skills. No one dared to touch the eyes of the remaining two dragons. If they flew away again, they would probably appear again in the future.

I have never seen such a masterpiece.

No one noticed the gold disappearing.

Zhang Yao had eighty taels of silver in front of him, which was enough.

Since then, there have been many legends about "the finishing touch" in the world.
Chapter completed!