The underworld signed in for a thousand years, reincarnated as an angry and crying empress

"rare!"

"I've never seen..."

In the domain of the gods before, a bone painted with Taoism was very rare.

It has never happened before that two bones painted with Taoism appear on one person at the same time.

"This son is extraordinary..."

"As long as you don't fall, you are destined to walk on the way of painting gods!"

He had lived for hundreds of millions of years before, and he had never seen such a talent for painting.

There can be two painted Taoist bones.

The sword intent on Li Heng's body became stronger and stronger, surrounding the entire painting hall.

The scrolls hanging on the wall were shaking slightly.

hum!

When the kendo was condensed to the extreme, it shrank suddenly, and sword intents converged on the golden-striped wolf hair.

At this time, Lang Hao seemed to be no longer a pen, but a sharp sword, making a sharp stroke on the scroll.

Jiancheng!

Li Chenxi felt that the golden sword in the picture scroll trembled.

It's like being alive, with a soul of its own.

"This..."

"What a terrifying way of swordsmanship..."

"It's a terrible painting..."

"The combination of the two unexpectedly burst into such a bright light..."

Now, I really envy Li Heng's qualifications.

It seems that this time most of them can get a precious opportunity in the Painting Palace.

The old man nodded in admiration.

"This kid not only has a strong talent for drawing Taoism, but also is extraordinary for swordsmanship..."

"The future is destined to become a painting master!"

If there is no talent in kendo, it will be difficult to draw this sword well.

Mere appearance, doomed to fall into the lower vehicle.

A fairy painting slowly appeared in front of the two of them.

Li Heng put on a brush again, dipped it in golden ink, and drew a pair of dragon horns on top of the woman's head.

Soon, the dragon's horn began to take shape, and only the last stroke remained.

Just paint it and you're done with the painting.

Li Heng stood there, closing his eyes and concentrating on it, not writing for a long time.

Rays of golden light revolved around the body.

Indistinctly, there is the sound of dragon chant, resounding from the light.

The old man frowned again when he heard the dragon's chants.

"He is using the power of drawing the Tao to gather the breath of the dragon race from the heaven and the earth..."

"I want to paint the girl in the painting as a dragon girl!"

If you just draw an ordinary woman, you don't need to draw dragon horns, the painting is already complete.

If only the horns of the dragon are painted, and the aura of the dragon tribe is not aroused, the woman in the painting will have a superficial appearance and cannot be regarded as a real dragon girl.

The young man is not of the dragon race, so if he wants the girl in the painting to have the dragon race's aura, he must be attracted from the heaven and the earth.

This is much more difficult than the fusion of swordsmanship just now.

A stronger artistic conception is needed.

"Based on his painting realm, he still has a lot to lose if he wants to gather the breath of the dragon clan..."

The old man believed that as long as the child was given a few more years to devote himself to practicing painting, he would definitely be able to attract the aura of the dragon clan.

But now?

too small.

The artistic conception of the painting path is still insufficient.

Even if it can gather the breath of the dragon clan, there is only a trace of it.

There is still a long way to go before the girl in the painting becomes a dragon girl.

Li Heng closed his eyes and concentrated, his right hand holding the pen was shaking slightly.

He wanted to condense the dragon aura in the space into the brush, but only condensed a little, and then all dispersed.

Obviously, the realm of painting is not enough to communicate more dragon breath.

At this moment, the middle finger lit up with colorful lights.

In the sky, a beautiful world in the painting emerges.

boom boom boom...

The terrifying artistic conception of painting soared into the sky.

It is only in the sky that it turns into a fairyland to get a beautiful picture.

Waves of dragon breath came rushing from afar.

Continuously imported into the picture scroll.

Vaguely, a golden dragon emerged from the scroll.

This scene completely frightened Li Chenxi next to him.

"No no no... right..."

"Three painted Taoist bones?!"

"How can there be such a wizard in painting?"

A painted Taoist bone is already extremely rare.

Two are hard to find.

three...

Appalling.

She couldn't imagine why Li Heng had so many divine bones.

One plus one plus one, the effect is definitely greater than three.

The three Dao painting god bones, even the well-informed painting gods, were completely stunned.

"This..."

"This kid is going against the sky..."

Even he couldn't fathom what kind of divine light could erupt from the fusion of the three Taoist bones.

There is only one thing that is certain, Li Heng will definitely reach the pinnacle of painting, and become an existence beyond him in the future.

Waves of dragon breath gathered around Li Heng.

When it gathered to the extreme, the golden-striped wolf turned into a golden dragon and landed on top of the woman.

hum!

The dragon's horn erupted with bright golden light, and the golden dragon soared up from the scroll, and the roar of the dragon shook the sky.

Chapter 132 Painting Dao Inheritance

clap clap...

The old man clapped his hands appreciatively.

"Not bad!"

"You are the most talented person in the way of painting that I have ever seen, and you are destined to embark on the road to the pinnacle of the way of painting in the future!"

Rao had seen so many geniuses, and couldn't help applauding them.

Li Chenxi walked slowly to the front of the scroll and looked at it seriously.

The background of the painting is blue sky, white clouds and green grass.

A beautiful woman with dragon horns on her head, holding a golden giant sword, dancing on the grass.

Just from the surface of the scroll, this painting is already a top-notch painting.

When the consciousness is focused on it, it is drawn into the picture-in-picture world.

Immortal paintings contain heaven and earth, which can shape the world in the painting.

Spiritual painting, just has spiritual energy, far from reaching this level.

Swah...

Li Chenxi's consciousness appeared in the world in the painting.

The blue sky and white clouds, the green grass, and the fragrance of the soil when you smell it lightly.

On the grass, there was a beautiful woman in a golden dress with dragon horns on her head.

Swah...

The woman moved.

Swinging the long sword forward in his hand, with the light steps under his feet, he danced a beautiful sword dance in the air.

The sword and the woman are perfectly integrated, and every movement is pleasing to the eye.

The movements are soft and graceful, without sharp sword moves, but with hidden murderous intentions.

If you underestimate this woman, you may be stabbed to death by the long sword hidden under the beauty.

"hiss..."

"kendo..."

"Dragon Girl..."

"Draw the road..."

"They fit together so perfectly..."

"Li Heng..."

"Are you the reincarnation of a painting fairy?"

"The kind that prepares for a million years..."

I really have some doubts, is this guy reincarnated for thousands of generations, and he is a strong painter in the world, and he can only have this level of painting after a million years.

It's so strong.

People can't describe it in words.

She believed that if this painting appeared in the ancient world of Huangtian, it would definitely attract countless immortal sects and immortal clans to compete for it.

Even if it is offered in the fairy clan, it is also the treasure of the clan.

When a painting is finished, Li Heng writes the signature in the lower right corner.

A dream of fairy fate.

In my last life, when I was studying the Dao of Painting, I had a pseudonym called Xianyuan Yimeng.

It means that traveling through the world of cultivating immortals is a dream of becoming an immortal.