Chapter 1057: Abstract painting world and the way of agriculture

The attack was quietly coming.
Zuo Qingtian could feel the sound of the dragon, phoenix and kirin roaring in the sky and unconsciously began to shake the soul, slowly the ears lost their hearing, but the soul sea roared like thunder.
And the scene of the ancient demon in front of him disappeared, and the picture became very abstract. The soul seemed to still feel that it was still a dragon, a phoenix, or a unicorn, but it could only see strange distortions visually.
The world has become abstract.
It seems that everything is an image, so is the sound, as well as the picture.
This is ... loud voice, elephant is invisible?
It is separated from the traditional five elements of yin and yang, time and space, life and death ... but sound and picture, hearing and vision, from the outside to the inside, straighten the soul and return to chaos.
Is this also chaos?
Maybe.
Before the chaos is opened, it may be so abstract.
Zuo Qingtian doesn't know if it is, in short, he really has not been exposed to similar attack patterns.
The effect is also obvious ... If he can't break away from this state, he will be in this state for a lifetime.
In a strange chaos, just like entering a special realm, it becomes a wandering ghost.
Thinking of this, Zuo Qingtian has a certain degree of familiarity, exile and seal, and his research can still be related to the common. It can be seen that the new way in the world can not be separated from the origin of the avenue. At least in the specific feedback of attack and defense, the damage weakening control, the ban and the imprisonment seal always have one manifestation, and there will always be no unjust people.
Now that there is a manifestation, there is a trajectory of cracking.
A vortex appeared in Zuo Qingtian's hand.
I do not know the specific intention of the other party painting the shape of the ancient demon god, maybe it must be a certain medium, but it is a good thing for Zuo Qingtian. Although they are all false, in fact, as long as they have their shape, they will have certain spirituality. If the demon gods still have divinity, it is the way to the gods. This is too familiar to a person who has no way of witchcraft.
Can also be used.
In the vortex, the blood shadow of the demon continues to intertwine and emerge, and that trace of spirituality is accurately captured and turned into flesh and blood life, and then from biochemical death, into a rich death air and blood, bursting into the void of this world.
His own power had nowhere to start, but he borrowed the spirituality of this realm to turn it into a demon and became a fuze to break this realm.
In the void, Ju Yunxi couldn't help but admire that the Lord of the Witch God is the Lord of the Witch God, and his understanding of the Avenue is far from comparable to those of the Wu God Sect who had contacted before. If everyone met that year instead of He Guishun, he left Zuo Qingtian, even if he didn't mention the power gap, but the law understands that everyone should be three feet tall now.
But just at the position where Zuo Qingtian broke out of the boundary, a mud suddenly muddled up.
The dead air collided with the mud, and the mud turned into sparse rotten, but there was a seed attached to the blood, which could not be scattered.
Zuo Qingtian can already see Xu Budou and Ju Yunxiu standing in the void in front.
He looked down at the seeds in his palm and frowned, "What does this mean?"
He was so abstract before, he didn't ask questions, but a seed so clearly understood at this time was inexplicable.
Because the seed itself has no power.
Aura is very strong, maybe what kind of heaven and earth treasures are very powerful, but it is really just a pure seed at present.
Xu undoubtedly grinned: "You die, I make life, nothing more."
With the voice, the seeds suddenly germinated.
Zuo Qingtian's expression changed greatly.
He found that the flesh and blood of the demon he had condensed just now became the support of this seed. This seemingly inconspicuous seed was frantically competing with him for blood, and then he could not even grab this kind of seed.
There is no demon here, it is just the meager spirituality in the painting, and the magic power of Laozi has evolved to evolve the blood of the demon god. Why should you take away this inexplicable seed?
The most annoying thing is that I can't grab it!
"If you talk about the ability to absorb soil nutrients and disregard all the ability to grow and break the soil, people are obviously better than just a grass." Xu Wuxiao said with a smile: "Of course, there is nothing controversial about the general vegetation and the Lord for nutrients, but I am also No phase. "
Wandao Xiangong, the way of agriculture.
In just one sentence, the spirits of those demon gods have been absorbed completely, and the seeds have turned into a piece of grass, which can't be attached to Zuo Qingtian's hands.
Then ... began to frantically absorb Zuo Qingtian's own flesh and mana.
Say "Sculpture vitality, nothing more ..." But now it's time to kill.
Zuo Qingtian was not surprised. He was shocked and wanted to shake the grass. The grass swayed low, but it was not shaken off after all.
"Don't look at the delicate grass, the wind that can destroy the giant trees, and the grass is still alive. If you want to remove it, you will find that the roots are far deeper than what you see outside. "" Xu explained without hesitation.
In fact, I can't explain Zuo Qingtian himself, and even Zuo Qingtian knows that Xu doesn't doubt why his mouth is so cheap just to explain.
Because he really wanted to let the world know, what is the new way of ancient times, what is the difference with traditional fairy art, and ... is it more like a fairy than throwing a fireball and splitting a thunderbolt?
This is the comparative heart and the desire of the evangelist that the creator can't hide.
The sermon is on the uninformed ...
Zuo Qingtian did not know whether it was angry or laughing. The inexplicable paintings and sounds, the inexplicable way of farming, are incompatible with the style of traditional fairy painting, but they have not fundamentally deviated from the world. If it is a weekday contest, Zuo Qingtian may be very happy and have the fun of fighting.
However, at the moment it is a battle of life and death. Although Zuo Qingtian is belligerent, it is not a lifeless martial art, and old life is more important.
While controlling his own flesh and blood from being absorbed, he quickly grabbed the piece of green grass in his hand and ripped off a large piece of his flesh and blood, and the blood rushed out, but the piece of grass was finally no longer dependent on it Withered quickly in the void.
However, the painting world is closed, and he is in the state of abstract banishment, unable to get out.
From the beginning to the end, Zuo Qingtian was trying to crack the new road, and no attack was even sent out.
He did not care about his blood flowing, silently replied with some disordered blood in his body, and suddenly said: "You two are with me, are you not afraid of Tiansongzi slaughtering your doormen?"
Xu didn't doubt to smile.
Zuo Qingtian understood: "The two of you are still trying to trap me because you are not sure about killing me. That is to say, I look forward to killing the pine nuts on the other side and then killing me together ... You have a stronger hand Against Tiansongzi. "
"It's not that I deliberately arranged to kill first." Xu Budou said very honestly: "I separate you from the gamblers. You haven't been able to resist the strange tricks of the gamblers, but they can't achieve precise distribution, only Can roll dice at random. You have better luck, and if you share it with us, Tiansongzi has a little luck ... "
"..." Zuo Qingtian is extremely solemn: "Who is lurking here? Xiyue? He Mourning?"
"No." Xu doubtless is still honest: "It's just that Tian Songzi has no horses, we have."
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Tian Songzi's randomly assigned position is exactly the same as what Zuo Qingtian saw.
The dragon and the phoenix soar, the unicorn growls, the demon dances wildly, and the gluttonous man is fighting the poor.
It can be seen that all areas are actually an arrangement ...
"It's just a fresco that pretends to be a ghost." Tian Songzi glanced at a glance, because he was too familiar with these ethnic groups.
Phoenix is ​​not one.
Why was Meng Qingying called Fenghuang instead of Phoenix? It was not a deliberate pass-through, nor was it purely emperor's intention, but because it was the first phoenix at the beginning of the year, with a colorful pattern instead of a monochromatic pattern. So it can be reduced to five by itself. After that, the new phoenix continues to be born and evolved from the door. At this time, it is a single-color phoenix, as its subordinate, and then multiplies into an ethnic group.
My boss is a single dog, and everything else is in pairs. Meng Qingying recalled her previous life with tears in her eyes. I do n’t know how I survived. It ’s too miserable.
Pulling away, in short, Tiangong enslaved many dragons and phoenixes, as well as unicorn ... all mounted.
Tiansongzi's mount is a unicorn.
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Tian Songzi waved his sleeve, Xiangyun rose, and jumped out of a little unicorn.
As if to say, I also have a horse.
"Go, tear this fake painting." Tian Songzi pointed forward: "It is a blasphemy to risk unicorn."
Xiao Qilin stared at the mural for a long time, and suddenly screamed in ecstasy.
Then ... a hoof kicked towards Tian Songzi's chest.
Tian Songzi: "???
At the same time, terrifying coercion came from the sky, colorful clouds like wind and thunder, and a white unicorn with a violent rage, stepped on him head-on.
The murals in this area do look the same as elsewhere ... The difference is that the paintings in other areas are all fake, and the paintings in this area ... are a little bit true.
The dragon and phoenix are fake, the unicorn is real.