Invincibility begins with longevity

The brain suddenly went blank, and the ancient paintings in the field of vision changed drastically.

Then, Tang Mubai's face turned pale, and the qi and blood in his body roared out, and he couldn't control it in time, just like a volcano that had been suppressed for hundreds of millions of years erupted loudly.

"puff!"

Tang Mubai opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.His body trembled uncontrollably, and a large amount of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Captain, are you alright?" Hong Xiao asked nervously, startled.

"……fine!"

Tang Mubai waved his hand, but in his heart, he was shocked.

At that moment just now, the content of the ancient painting that appeared in his field of vision changed drastically in an instant.The original rivers, mountains, grasslands, and even the traces of clouds and mists in the sky seemed to come alive, turning into substance in an instant.

Boxing!

Countless fist shadows!

Overwhelming, all over the mountains and plains of boxing shadows!

Like a substantive fist shadow, it fills the entire ancient painting.It's like ten thousand horses galloping, roaring endlessly.In an instant, it exploded, turning into pieces of rain curtains, attacking Tang Mubai's mind frantically.

"Hoo!~"

Taking a deep breath, Tang Mubai forcibly closed his eyes.In just a moment, his face was extremely pale.Moreover, even if the eyes are closed, the qi and blood in the body and the explosive posture caused by the stimulation cannot be relieved.

"Damn!"

Tang Mubai cursed secretly.

He thought that what was hidden in the ancient painting was also a seven-rank martial art.

Unexpectedly, what is hidden in it is overwhelming, as if it can penetrate the sky!

Artistic conception, illusory.

Among the millions of warriors, there are at most one or two warriors who can comprehend the artistic conception.

It has nothing to do with talent, let alone physique.

Only by relying on such a sliver of luck, there is an extremely low chance to comprehend the artistic conception and strengthen oneself.

A low-level warrior, if he has artistic conception, he can leapfrog challenges without limit.

Sword Intent, Saber Intent, that's it!

This seems unimaginable, but as long as you understand the artistic conception, you can do it.

Abnormal worth mentioning, or horror.

In short, those who can comprehend the artistic conception are geniuses.

"The old guy got this ancient painting from somewhere. Fortunately, he doesn't have the ability to unlock the key. Otherwise, it might not be so easy to restrain him just now."

Tang Mubai pondered.

He just glanced at it, and his mind was completely occupied by the aroused fist.At this moment, even if he closed his eyes, there was no way to stop the invasion of the fist.

"No! If this continues, even if my physical body can withstand the invasion of the fist, my will will be crushed by this fist! The will of heaven and man can resist for a while at most!"

Tang Mubai clearly felt that his brain was getting more and more painful.Uncontrollably, his face became paler and paler.The eyes are closed, but the mind is suppressed, eroded, and destroyed all the time.

"I can't resist, the only way is to master this fist! Otherwise, the only way I can go is to become a living dead!"

The living dead have a body but no soul.

After finally becoming stronger, Tang Mubai didn't want to become a living dead.

"break!"

With a loud shout, Tang Mubai opened his eyes and looked at the picture scroll, his eyes sparkled.

"Boom!"

In the ancient painting, following Tang Mubai's anti-aggression, the sudden riot of fist shadows all over the sky, as if they had self-awareness, circled and danced.

next moment--

"Roar!"

The endless fists seemed to sense the emergence of a crisis, and violent riots came out, surrounding Tang Mubai's mind, launching a frenzied attack.

Bang bang bang!

A silent contest kicked off in Tang Mubai's mind...

"You are just an idea, no soul, no consciousness, obey me, I will give you a chance to grow into wisdom!"

"Yes, the world is big, and I'm small. But I have freedom, but you don't!"

"Since you have been sealed on the ancient painting, no matter how strong you are, it is useless!"

"Surrender to me! Be my will!"

"I'll take you to kill everything and laugh at the world!"

Tang Mubai's heart was shaken, he roared loudly, and his eyes shot crazy.

This is a competition of wills, the loser will become a slave.

Tang Mubai can't lose, and won't lose!

The will of heaven and man is fully activated at this moment, and it collides wildly with the fist seal sealed in the ancient painting!

Under the battle between these two pure forces, Tang Mubai's heart was clear, and he suddenly realized something.Unknowingly, the hands clenched into fists.

Swish!

The body does not move, and the fists are waved.

Accompanied by a dull sound, a circle of ripples exploded out of thin air at the place where Tang Mubai hit.

"Surrender to me! You will transform, grow, and be reborn in the true sense!"

"Surrender to me! This ancient painting will no longer be a prison that binds you. You will have complete freedom. In this world, no one is blocking you except me!"

"Surrender to me! I will take you to conquer everything and break everything, not only this day, this place, but also all living beings!"

Tang Mubai's voice became louder and louder, and the trajectory of his fists became more and more blurred.When a warrior's attack speed reaches a certain extreme, the trajectory will become blurred.

The fist intent in the ancient painting impacted Tang Mubai.

But it also brought Tang Mubai the opportunity to temper his spirit!

Chapter 294 [Playing dead]

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

The void trembled.

Tang Mubai's fists waved inexplicably, making a series of mechanical friction sounds. With the sound, the air around Tang Mubai's body seemed to disappear.

The competition of will and mind seems to have no changes, but in fact the speed is very fast, and there will be no trace left behind!

Tang Mubai flicked the fist intent in the ancient painting, relying on the opponent's impact to temper his spiritual power and continue to breed.

In the process of talking to himself, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Fist intention has no consciousness or intelligence, but Tang Mubai can hear the meaning it expresses through his mind and will.

This seems incredible, but artistic conception is such a magical existence!

While flickering, while colliding.

Suddenly, Tang Mubai seemed to have realized something, but soon, that mysterious and mysterious, wonderful and wonderful feeling disappeared suddenly.

It's like a fleeting moment, fleeting.

No matter how Tang Mubai thought about it, he tried to capture it, but he couldn't think of any way to recall the sudden inspiration.

time flies.

Tang Mubai kept his punching posture, and in his brain, the collision of will and fisting went on to the last moment.

It can be overwhelmed by sight--

Call ~

Suddenly, the shock in my mind was suddenly silenced.

The domineering, ferocious, and roaring terrifying fist retreated in an instant.

If it weren't for Tang Mubai who could sense the strangeness in the ancient painting, he would have thought that the fist was crushed and obliterated by him.

But in fact, this thing actually hides!

It seems to know that it can't beat Tang Mubai, if it persists, it will be absorbed and fused by Tang Mubai, and become Tang Mubai's fist.

Therefore, stop the invasion immediately, and huddle in the inner space of the ancient painting, motionless, as if it does not exist.

Tang Mubai was speechless and amused, "Should I run away if I can't beat it?"

Artistic conception is dead most of the time, and needs to be stimulated, activated, and controlled by people.

But there are some exceptions.

For example, if the artistic conception of spiritual objects is integrated, self-awareness will be magically born.

That's right, the ancient painting hidden on the old man's chest is a spiritual object!

It's just that without spirituality, the incompleteness Tang Mubai felt refers to this.

But the boxing intent sealed in the ancient painting made the ancient painting have spirituality again, and the two merged to become a new spiritual thing.

Although this spirit has no external ability, the spirit is a spirit.

As far as Tang Mubai knew, spiritual objects were also divided into high and low levels.

Low-level spiritual creatures are very rigid, like the fairy vines, conscious but inflexible.

Although Hong Xiao said that the Yaoxian Vine has unlimited potential, but at the moment it is very low-level.

Seniors are different, they are no different from people, some are even old foxes.

Ancient paintings are one of them!

If you can't fight and hide, don't be too vivid.

Tang Mubai tried to stimulate it a few more times, but the ancient painting still didn't respond.

The sealed fist obviously remembered Tang Mubai, and continued to pretend to be dead.

"alright."

Tang Mubai was speechless about this, he hid his fist sincerely, there was nothing he could do.

You can't tear up the ancient paintings, can you?

That's too bad.

From the current point of view, only like the fairy vine, it is temporarily kept.

The old man died, but the soul he absorbed did not dissipate.

At this moment, it was still hovering over the psychic fruit tree, being slowly swallowed by the three psychic fruits.

Judging from the color change of the peel, the three fruits are about to ripen!

It's fine if you haven't come across such a good thing as the psychic fruit. Now that you have encountered it, Tang Mubai doesn't mind waiting for a few days.

And this wait is four and a half days.

When all the souls hovering over the psychic fruit tree were swallowed up.

Three fruits, two of which had turned reddish-purple in color.

There is a little purple in the red, which is a sign of the maturity of the psychic fruit!

The other one is still glowing red, and it will be several years before it matures.

Of course, if you continue to absorb soul power, it will also shorten the maturity time.

It's a pity that Tang Mubai can't absorb the soul and can't "feed" it.