Qin Guang breathed a sigh of relief. After hearing this, it seemed that it was not too exaggerated.

"But there are 13 pictures every 10 million years. It will take 130 million years for the Lord of Power to be expelled. That's 13 pictures...it's still scary."

Qin Qian nodded: "Yes, so the Wen Shen back then was actually very strong. But what does Wen Shen belong to? He is the kind of person who holds back his ultimate moves. If we really give him time, the pictures he has accumulated will be very scary."

Qin Guang frowned: "Doesn't that mean he is invincible under the same circumstances?"

Is Chu Yanqiang?

But no matter how strong he is, he is still just one person.

If one Wen Shen can't beat you, get a dozen of them.

Everyone’s realm is the same.

Qin Qian nodded: "Absolutely."

Qin Guang was helpless: "Dad, aren't you worried? In this case, Wen Shen is invincible, who can fight with him?"

Qin Qian smiled and said: "What are you afraid of? There is a big disadvantage in the inheritance of the God of Literature, that is, it cannot create a picture stronger than itself. As long as Chu boy reaches a higher level, the number of people will no longer be an advantage."

Qin Guang thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

Makes some sense.

Quantity versus quality, obviously the latter is more important.

But after a while, Qin Guang's face drooped again: "Dad, you're not kidding me? The God of Literature is the master of power! The realm has reached its ceiling..."

Qin Gan smiled and said: "Who knows, let's talk about it. The Lord of Power... may not be the end of the path of cultivation, and I have always felt that the way of cultivation of the Lord of Power may not be correct."

Qin Guang was confused: "What do you mean?"

Qin Qian said lightly: "Let me ask you, what is the Lord of Power? It is to seize the power of heaven and earth for one's own use, to be an enemy of the universe, to enter nothingness. However, if this path is correct, why have they left that day? , but still desperately want to return. There are also the Nine Realms... There were rumors many years ago that the true road to the supreme realm must be on the Nine Realms."

Qin Guang was silent and did not speak.

Too.

It's still early.

At this time, he raised his head to look at the battlefield, but his brows furrowed: "It's not easy... 1 against 6!"

The scholar with the iron mask is more powerful than anyone else.

Not only is he very strong, he also has 3 paintings of San Gong realm.

This is a bit scary.

Tian Jue and Qilin looked at it with awe in their hearts.

This time the operation was carried out by three people together, but before coming, everyone thought that Tian Jue would be the strongest person today.

Now it seems that it is not.

The scholar with the iron mask hides deeper than anyone else.

Qilin soared to the sky and said: "If you meet him, what are your chances of winning?"

Tian Jue said solemnly: "It's hard to say. If it were him, I wouldn't be afraid, but with these three paintings, I would definitely be defeated. In the San Gong realm, there is not such a big gap. It would be difficult to kill him..."

laugh!

However, Tian Jue's words had not yet finished.

A shocking sword light struck in the distance.

boom!

The scroll of the spiritual god was directly pierced by a sword, and then exploded in the air, turning into countless ink and the power of the avenue.

Tian Jue's mouth twitched.

This is a bit of a slap in the face.

The scholar with a mask felt extremely sad when he saw the broken scroll.

He had previously thought that if he had the chance, he could draw thousands of San Gong realms. Even if the Lord of Power returned, he would have the confidence to fight with him.

But now I have only accumulated 3 paintings, and one of them was lost instantly.

Chu Yan smiled and said: "Painting... is a bit interesting. This one is really interesting. It's a pity that these paintings are not true enough. They only have form and no spirit!"

After saying that, he disappeared in a flash and took the initiative to kill the scroll of the God of War.

Clap it with one palm.

The Scroll of the God of War punched out, then made a clicking sound and took a few steps back.

Chu Yan shook his head: "The difference is too far. After all, a picture scroll is just a picture scroll. The physical body, experience, and strength are all incomparable to real people."

"I can probably tell that although these scrolls have the form of the God of War and the God of Wen, the combat experience and the operation of the avenue all come from you. I think it is meaningless for you to do this. These scrolls are just you after you have disguised yourself.

, but it’s a bit flashy.”

While fighting, Chu Yan commented: "If I were you, I would draw many, many self-portraits and throw them out directly on the battlefield, making it difficult for people to distinguish the true from the false. Moreover, I feel that if I were painting myself, the painting would be

On the contrary, your strength will increase. After all, the person who knows you best in the world is yourself. You are the strongest when you exert these powers yourself."

The hard-faced scholar listened with a sullen face.

Paint yourself?

To be honest, he had never thought about it.

He is not the only one, in fact all painters are the same, they rarely choose to paint themselves.

Even some non-practising painters rarely paint themselves.

Because for painters, especially painters who copy, there are two very critical factors, one is the hand holding the pen, and the other is the eyes.

Any painter must have a pair of bright eyes. Everything they draw is what they see through their eyes.

But the eyes often cannot see themselves.

But at this moment, the tough-faced scholar fell into deep thought after hearing Chu Yan's words.

"Does painting yourself make you stronger?"

is that so?

He doesn't know.

In fact, his painting skills have also encountered bottlenecks.

I haven't made a breakthrough in a long time.

Chu Yan sneered: "Painters rarely draw themselves because they can't see themselves, but I think this is wrong. Real painters should paint with their hearts. Painters who rely on their eyes to paint will eventually have defects and are just gods."

No. As the saying goes, it is difficult to draw bones when painting a tiger's skin. If you don't paint a dragon, it will always be just a false dragon. The dragon on paper is not the dragon in the sky."

The hard-faced scholar fell into deep thought.

is that so?

He actually felt a little unhappy.

He is an expert in painting, but today Chu Yan actually taught him on painting.

But he didn't rush to refute.

As a genius of Wen Shumen, he has been able to reach this point because he has always understood one truth, which is not to rush to deny other people's opinions.

Sometimes, it is easier for onlookers to see something clearly.

The hard-faced scholar carefully thought about some of Chu Yan's statements.

Do you draw with your heart, not your eyes?

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the tough-faced scholar backed away a thousand meters, took out a delicate paintbrush from the space ring, then took out a drawing board and album, and started painting directly on the spot.

The point is, this time he picked up the brush and slowly closed his eyes before painting.

The moment he closed his eyes, everything in the world went dark.

He was actually a little panicked.

As a painter, he relies heavily on his eyes.

In the past, he painted based on his own eyesight.

But today, he wanted to try painting with his mind's eye.

He had never tried it. He closed his eyes and raised the paintbrush in his hand in the air for a long time, but it didn't fall down for a long time.

No way to put pen to paper.

As a painter, he actually couldn't draw for a while.

Qilin and Tianjue both frowned at this time, what are you doing?

During the war, you went to paint?
To be continued...