darknovel Chapter 293 The Origin of the World in the Painting
Chapter 293 The Origin of the World in the Painting
Chapter 293 The Origin of the World in the Painting
"Fuck?"
Lu Zheng was taken aback, why is this God King so powerful?Doesn't match up with his previous performance?
What the hell?
Lu Zheng is ready to give up his spiritual thoughts in the world of wall painting. After all, facing an old monster with at least a thousand years of Taoism, Lu Zheng said that he has nothing to do.
Turn off the computer!Unplug the power!
There is a gas leak at home, run away!
But of course Lu Zheng would not just accept death so willingly, at least he would try to grab his phone and run together, such as taking Mrs. Du's mother and daughter out, so with a surge of true energy in his body, he softly shouted, "Open!"
No matter what, you have to struggle, right?
then……
With a light on his body, Lu Zheng broke free from the shackles on his body.
"Ok?"
Lu Zheng suddenly discovered that the strength he displayed seemed to be much stronger than his real strength?
With a flash in his eyes, Lu Zheng stood in front of Mrs. Du's mother and daughter, and then pinched with his handprint.
"Decree from the Supreme Master, gather energy to attract clouds, and get sick!"
The white clouds that had just been blown away by the gust of wind gathered again in an instant, and gathered in the sky, covering a radius of ten miles, covering the sky and the sun.
Lu Zheng: (°Δ°`)
what's the situation?
Lu Zheng looked at the God King who had changed his face again, and then pointed out, "The Supreme Commander, Feiyun destroys evil, disease!"
Lu Zheng has never used such a powerful flying cloud breaking magic before!
"Give me a break!"
The king of gods shouted angrily, grabbed both hands, and stars flashed behind him, then grabbed the cloud energy in his hand, and with a shake of his body, he annihilated the Feiyun Po magic spell with the starlight of true energy.
The aura strength displayed by the god king is enough to compete with the former zombie who invaded Jiming Temple, and he has a thousand years of Taoism.
It's just that Lu Zheng feels that the strength he has exploded is not weak at all.
This is just a ray of spiritual thoughts that I put into the painting wall world, and it doesn't attach to my whole body's true energy.
"The imperial edict, the true cloud spell, disease!"
Clouds gathered again and surrounded the sky square, covering everyone in the square.
"Disperse!"
"drive!"
"break!"
There was a sound of yelling, and a group of people took action one after another. Although the cultivation base did not look weak, the spells cast, in Lu Zheng's opinion, were small spells that were not even as good as the exorcism spell.
This world is a spell amplifier?
Lu Zheng looked at the Divine King. At this time, the Divine King had grabbed the cloud around him, turned it into a giant white cloud palm with a radius of nearly two feet, and slapped Lu Zheng on the head.
"what?"
Lu Zheng let out a light snort, remembering that there is also a big handprint of white clouds in "Xing Yun Fa", originally he didn't have the strength to perform it, maybe it is feasible in this world?
As soon as his true energy turned, Lu Zheng also stretched out his hand, and then the white cloud qi condensed in front of him, turning into a cloud hand about the size of Zhang Xu.
"Come on! Touch it!"
"Oh!"
The two palms collided, and Lu Zheng's figure flickered, and Baiyun's big handprint pierced a hole in the palm of Baiyun's giant palm, and then it only shrunk a little, and continued to grab towards the king of gods.
"break!"
The Divine King took a deep breath, and then blew suddenly. The next moment, a gust of wind emerged, blowing away the big handprint of Baiyun forcefully, and then blew out black lines, rushing towards Lu Zheng.
"wind?"
The corner of Lu Zheng's mouth twitched, and then he twisted a seal formula in his hand.
"call--"
The endless gust of wind rose out of thin air, bringing out a series of wind blades as sharp as knives, and rushed towards the gust of wind summoned by the god king.
"Hurrah—"
The kamikaze blew away the gust of wind, and then passed the god king all the way.
"Ahhh-"
After the strong wind passed, Lu Zheng saw the god king who stretched out his hands to protect his head and face, his clothes had become tattered, and there were still many wounds cut by the wind blades on his body.
"Ha ha!"
"I really didn't expect it." Lu Zheng couldn't help grinning, "I thought you were a king, but I didn't expect you to be a silver at most!"
At this moment, several golden-armored generals and some silver-armored immortal soldiers on the outskirts of Tiangong rushed into the square, holding guns and swords, and rushed towards Lu Zheng.
"Western Pole Exhaling Wind Curse"!
Printed!Wind blows!Soldiers break!People scattered!
Where the divine wind passed, the armor of the soldiers was torn apart, and it was a mess. Not only the soldiers who rushed in were blown back as they were, but even the people who looked like gods in the square were affected, their hair was messed up, and their clothes were messed up. .
"A pile of bronze!"
Lu Zheng complained, and looked at the God King on the high platform, "Who are you?"
The God King asked Lu Zheng just now, but Lu Zheng returned to ask the God King.
"me……"
The God King took a few breaths, then looked at Lu Zheng's playful eyes, had to get up and leave the table, and bowed to Lu Zheng, "Yu Gensheng, the God King of the world in the painting, I have met Mr."
"The world in the painting..." Lu Zheng looked at the normal eyes of the people around him, and couldn't help but move in his heart. He looked at the God King, "Have they all been sealed by your spiritual spell?"
The God King waved his hands again and again, "No, no, everyone is voluntary."
"Huh?" Lu Zheng raised his eyebrows.
The God King licked his lips, "Uh... I used some tricks..."
Before Lu Zheng could ask any questions, Yu Gensheng, the god king, explained the details of the painted wall world.
……
This temple itself was established by a cultivator. The statue enshrined in the temple is said to be the mountain god, but it is actually himself.
And his purpose is to build a world in the painting with the power of incense and fire produced by the people nearby.
The world in this painting has a radius of more than a hundred miles, like a fairyland in heaven, and the flow of time is ten times that of the outside world. If a hundred years have passed in the outside world, you can enjoy a thousand years in the world in the painting.
It's like living ten times longer!
According to the idea of the practitioner, when the world in the painting takes shape, he will bring some unattached believers into the world in the painting to enjoy the blessings, then communicate with the temple gods, and continue to let the surrounding people offer incense and bless the world in the painting.
It's just that when the world in the painting was formed and the practitioner was about to implement the plan, Zhen Yisi suddenly came to him.
Immortal worship of evil gods has always been a felony in the Dajing Dynasty, so the Zhenyi Division didn't give the practitioner a chance to speak, directly killed him, destroyed the temple, and completely abandoned it.
However, the world in the painting had already taken shape at that time, and the aura was restrained. The people from Zhenyi Division did not find any abnormality in the painting wall, so they left after killing the culprit and destroying the temple.
As the only disciple of that cultivator, Yu Gensheng happened to stay in the town that night and escaped a catastrophe by chance.
Yu Gensheng, who knew that his strength was limited, did not dare to run around, and did not dare to rebuild the temple, gathered the mountain villagers who still believed in his master, and then took them into the world in the painting, proclaiming himself a god king, and others, etc. Whether they are soldiers, officials, or celestial maidens, they prop up the world in this painting.
Then, in the outside world for more than ten years, more than 100 years have passed in the world in the painting. The villagers in the mountains and fields have gradually learned to read, play chess, drum music and dance, and have a touch of fairy style.
(End of this chapter)