Chapter 1047: The world

This pointed out that there was no trace of murder, but the spiritual realm of the white-robed youth had undergone tremendous changes. The white-robed youth stretched out his hand expressionlessly, as if to separate time and space, forcibly expelling Zhang Jun's magical powers.
Zhang Jun is not discouraged, he was just a small test. His great magical powers are infinitely changeable. They can live, kill, make things, evolve all kinds of laws, and are omnipotent.
The white-robed young man is proud but independent and has a peerless posture. Every move can evoke the resonance of the great road and follow all the laws. He seems to be the center of the universe, the will of heaven and earth. As Zhang Jun Dadao's magical powers continued to be displayed, he also displayed all kinds of incredible methods, cracking mountains and rivers, pointing down the stars.
On the other hand, Zhang Jun, he has a calm and breezy look, always pointing out lightly. Later, his attacks became sharper, sword energy, sword light, mountains, thunder and lightning, and many natural laws under his control, blasted the white-robed youth one after another.
However, the latter is not a vegetarian. He is like a banished immortal, his deity is obvious, one finger smashes the universe, one punch smashes the world, Zhang Jun's attack is powerful, but it is still difficult to gain the upper hand.
The fighting between the two sides was in full swing, and the expressionless face appeared again, and it quietly watched the fighting between the two sides. When Zhang Jun forced the white-clothed man back with one punch, he exclaimed and said: "It's amazing, you can tie with the young Emperor Shennong, which shows that your aptitude is strong and your potential is great."
"What? Emperor Shennong?" Zhang Jun was taken aback. He never expected that the person in front of him was the ancestor of Shennongmen. Without saying anything, he bowed down and worshiped, very respectful.
The white-robed youth stopped taking action at this moment, he glanced at Zhang Jun, his figure gradually disappeared.
"It's over?" Zhang Jun asked.
"The young emperor is difficult to surpass. In fact, if you continue to fight, you will win." The face said, "There are nine people behind. I think you can stick to it and hone your great powers. The seventh level is of great use." After speaking, he disappeared.
For the next eight people, Zhang Jun didn’t ask them what their identities were. These people were all outstanding, stunning and brilliant. They were not the ancient emperor or the mythical giant. Only the first appearance of the image made the world great. Shaking endlessly. Zhang Jun fought hard, six draws and two wins in eight matches. After the last game, he was exhausted.
The face appeared at the moment, and said indifferently: "I will send you to the seventh level." After finishing speaking, he breathed out before Zhang Jun could speak.
A whirlwind rolled up Zhang Jun. He felt the light under his feet, and as the light and shadow changed, people were in a passage. The channel is circular, like a pipe, with infinite distance behind it, no end in sight, and a circular screen blocking the front. He took a look and found that this was very weird, it seemed to be the tipping point of the two worlds, it was difficult to shake.
A human face appeared at the top of the screen and said: "If you want to pass, you must blast open the gate with magical pen and ink, or you will be trapped here forever." After that, he disappeared again.
Zhang Jun was stunned, superb pen and ink? He glanced at the screen, and suddenly understood that this was for him to paint on it, but how to paint with magical powers? Suddenly, with an idea, he immediately took out the great forbidden road and turned it into a brush. After thinking about it, he randomly scratched the screen.
With this, he brought a trace of murderous intent left by several passes. After a stroke was drawn, a brilliant sword aura appeared behind him, and the endless passages broke up with a "boom", revealing a vast world of nothingness, like a scroll, with no pen and ink embellishment on it.
As soon as Zhang Jun's eyes lit up, he immediately knew the key to this level. He said in his heart: "I have seen good fortune nerves and have great powers. This level should not be difficult for me. It is nothing more than good fortune world."
After he said, he splashed a little ink and brushed his hand with a brush, and a beautiful river and mountains appeared on the screen. At the same time, the passage behind him has completely collapsed, and a whole new world has been constructed under his pen. Landscapes and grasslands, plains and deserts, birds and beasts, flowers, birds, fish and insects, everything emerges in them, from the virtual to the real, vividly present before the eyes.
At the beginning, Zhang Jun was able to do his job well, but halfway through the painting, he felt that his physical exertion was severe and he had to take a lot of magic pills to continue. This made him vigilant and thought to himself: "It seems that I will be in a state of insanity at every level. It seems that I still lack strength, and I will continue to improve in the future."
When there was still one tenth of the painting left, even the pill was not enough to maintain his stamina. In desperation, he had to take out a power-enhancing "Talisman" and barely completed the final stroke.
The masterpiece is 10%, the world behind you "boom" and "live", the fish inside are swimming, the birds are flying, the flowers are blooming, the trees are shaking, the wind is blowing and the rain is falling, the thunder and the mist are all over. It is a world.
This painting consumes too much energy for Zhang Jun. He stared at the painting, and suddenly a trace of understanding came into his heart, saying: "This level has made me better understand the nerves of creation. Could it be that the world of humans, which was originally like this Made it?"
When the words fell, the screen suddenly exploded, and in the world he had created, an aura of destruction and death permeated. A human face appeared at the right time and said: "This is the eighth level, save the world, even if you pass the level."
Zhang Jun didn't ask much, he knew that this level was still testing his good fortune nerves, good fortune seemed to be the only ability needed in the nine stages. And if you understand good fortune, you also understand the origin.
The breath of death and destruction is getting stronger and stronger, two huge black shadows, one in the west and one in the north. The former represents death, and the latter represents destruction. They exuded a quasi-Daluo-level aura, constantly releasing their power and corroding the world he created.
Zhang Jun observed calmly. He knew that these two enemies were very powerful and could never win by force. They had to look for their weaknesses.
"Heaven and earth, there are yin and yang, destruction means creation, existence means death, neither party can disappear. If this is the case, then it will be easy." After saying that, he used the means of good fortune, This evolution is alive, creating everything. It seems that hundreds of millions of years have passed, and species after species have been born. They have produced wisdom and established civilization.
These species will die after they are born, but they also leave behind offspring. In this way, harmony and death form a cycle. In this world, disasters often occur, landslides, violent winds, thunder and lightning, but the creatures have also learned to transform the world, and they work together with Zhang Jun to maintain the stability of the world.
In a daze, Zhang Jun saw the world he drew on the screen, forming a perfect circle, from life to death, from death to life; destruction after creation, and creation after destruction, is the world like this?
Everything disappeared, Zhang Jun's change was very big, he just stood there, as if he was running. I don't know when, an old man with a white beard appeared in front of him riding a green bull, and the old child Yan Hefa looked at him with a smile. One