The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Chapter Fortieth Final Battle

When Sima Yuntian and Yi Feng play against each other.

Both of them were lost in thought, Sima Yuntian grasped the chess piece, unable to fall for a long time. The expression in his eyes was full of solemn meaning.

Yi Feng also looked at the chessboard very solemnly. For a time, no one can do nothing.

Suddenly, a breath of sadness came from behind.

"hua!"

Below the fighting platform, there were waves of exclamation.

The chessboards of Sima Yuntian and Yi Feng are so mysterious, so many people feel panicked when they read it, so that most people turn their eyes to Mr. Wenruo's paintings.

It has long been rumored that Meng Wenruo's paintings are shocking to the world. I saw it today and it turned out to be heaven-shaking, earth-shattering.

Black and white ink painting, a scene of the vicissitudes of Heaven and Earth.

The earth collapsed, countless volcanoes soared up into the sky, mountains and rivers shattered, rivers and seas flowed backwards.

Countless creatures are running around, and the images of panic and despair make people feel sad for no reason.

Mr. Wenruo's paintings are very spiritual. Even looking at a character in the painting, it is as if you have seen yourself running away.

Mr. Wenruo no longer uses a pen at this moment, but picks up a plate of ink and splashes it on the painting.

"bang!" "bang!" "bang!"……………………

A puff of ink, entered into the scroll, immediately formed, one by one The dark devil runs through the vicissitudes of life.

"gā gā gā gā Ga!" "jié jié jié jié!"

In the painting, there were bursts of evil laughter suddenly.

"Help!"

"God!"

"God, help!"

"Mother!"

"My son!"

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A voice of despair came out of the picture scroll. The countless cultivators who listened to mournful scream felt hairy.

In the picture scroll, the devil is tearing away thousands of creatures and chewing on them with excitement.

The sky is falling, the ground is falling!

Even in the picture, the sun is shattered and the moon is broken into pieces.

The devil appeared everywhere in the world, appeared in all the places that could be seen.

A giant picture of three feet tall, full of endless suffering!

Mr. Wenruo stroked the pen last.

"bang!"

In the scene of the picture, a large amount of black fog suddenly spewed out, and the black fog showed a dynamic disaster.

Like the splendid and wonderful texts not long ago, this painting can also show a dynamic atmosphere.

"Ah gā gā gā gā Ga!"

The devil roars, swallows the creatures, and the creatures are agile, allowing practitioners to enter.

"gē gē gē giggle!"

Some timid practitioners, looking at the screen, trembled all over.

The painting is in the human bone marrow.

This is nothing. In the black air picture, suddenly, the creatures and demons inside seem to see the cultivator under the fighting platform.

"Confucianism? Great scholars, help, save me, save my son!" An abrupt voice sounded from the screen.

Under the fighting platform, countless repairers suddenly shivered.

"gā gā gā gā Ga, there are still 70,000 people, 70,000 flesh and blood, gā gā gā, kill me!" The demons seemed to have seen the person in display and wanted to rush down.

It seems that the two worlds see each other with just a layer of membrane.

"Help!" "Help me!" "Help me grandson!"………………

The inner creatures kept calling for help, and the demon roared to rush out.

However, the two worlds, separated by that layer of membrane, could not come out. They were extremely tragic and extremely tragic. Above the square, it looked like a gust of wind.

Mr. Wenruo's painting was finally revealed to everyone.