The Era of the Law of the People: Full-level Talent at the Start

Chapter 122 Looking at the picture scroll of that year, feeling the sword of sentience

Seeing that the fairy in the painting is just an ordinary teenager.

Although tens of thousands of demon cultivators were disappointed, they did not dare to step forward to offend.

Ancestor Shu is the strongest demon cultivator in the world, capable of rivaling Jianmei, the ancestor of Shushan. How can such a terrifying existence be mistaken.

“Old locust tree, see you later.”

Zhou Fan walked under the tree canopy and looked at the familiar stone platform and the old courtyard, and couldn’t help showing a cute smile on his face.

He did not expect that after hundreds of years, the vicissitudes of life, the old locust tree still maintains the courtyard that bears his century-old memory.

but.

The paintings on the courtyard have long since lost traces.

The former sister has also been reincarnated for an unknown number of lives.

Memories have been dusty for a long time.

Zhou Fan stood in front of the stone platform again, and the memory came flooding in like a tide.

He seems to have returned to the Beiguo County of the past, the courtyard of the year, the elder sister stood aside to grind, and he painted the white rabbit on the paper with the dragon and snake.

subconsciously.

He stretched out his palm.

The old locust tree gave a branch very tacitly.

wow.

There was a blank piece of paper on the stone leg.

Tens of thousands of demon repair cats watched from a distance.

brush.

A beautiful and moving fox demon, under the instructions of the old locust tree, now sits on the stone platform, and then gently grinds, her eyes show water waves.

Zhou Fan laughed dumbly.

He dipped the branches in ink in his hand, and quickly sketched a cute little white rabbit on the white paper, the moment he lit his eyes.

The little white rabbit suddenly broke free from the paper and jumped into the arms of the fox demon.

The fox demon was frightened, just like her older sister back then.

Tens of thousands of demon cultivators were shocked when they saw this scene.

The pen is condensed and condensed, creating something out of nothing.

Only the legendary painting sage in Tianwaishan has this kind of ability.

But now it is found in the hands of a young man.

It was really eye-opening for them.

“The fairy in the painting!

“It’s a fairy in a painting!”

Really “is a fairy in a painting!

Tens of thousands of demon cultivators exclaimed.

The fox demons in front of the stone platform are also fascinated frequently.

These demon cultivators have been listening to the stories of immortals in paintings since childhood, especially many fox demons, all looking forward to encountering a beautiful love with immortals in paintings.

Hear the cry in your ear.

Zhou Fan seemed to see the countless refugees who had fled in Beiguo County shouting for the fairy in the painting.

A little light in his heart gradually gathered.

But it’s still a little late to touch.

Regret on his face.

suddenly.

The old locust tree swayed, and a scroll of calligraphy and painting fell on the stone platform and slowly spread out, setting off a familiar ordinary landscape painting.

However.

Zhou Fan was stunned.

this painting.

It was the painting that was given to him by his sister at the beginning. After her sister passed away, he placed this painting in her tomb.

Hundreds of years have passed.

The painting is still there.

Painting.

very common.

But it was her sister’s heart.

This thought spanned hundreds of years, and when Zhou Fan fell in front of him again, the aura in his heart finally exploded.

Shushan watched the strange peaks in the world, and the ten years of comprehension of sword intent, but it could not match the warmth of this moment. It turns out that sword intent also has affection.

Look up.

His eyes passed through the layers of distance, looking at the late Shu Mountain.

The peaks of the sword are rugged, and the palaces are brilliant.

But this is not the sword of Shushan.

The real sword of Shushan is the tens of thousands of swordsmen who guard Shushan, and the spirit of swordsmen that coexists and perishes with Shushan.

And this jar is Kendo.

Zhou Fan laughed, and the locust tree branch in his hand dipped in ink and drew again on the white paper, but this time there was no drawing, only two words.

world.

Different from the map of the human world, the word “human world” reveals a sharp sword intent and a warm sword intent. It is the sword of the human world.

“Old locust tree let go.” With a wave of his hand, the paper disappeared, and then he stepped into the void, and the whole person left the mountains and rivers.

The thirteen years of coming to the small world of demons.

Zhou Fan finally knows how to make arrangements to promote the growth of the world.

The Netherworld of the North.

Cloudy wind blows.

Devilish infestation.

The seven kingdoms of the earth are in chaos and bloodshed.

Countless demon cultivators took advantage of the chaos to slaughter, accumulating demon energy to improve their strength.

And in the place where the magic is most concentrated.

The strongest demon cultivator in the world, the old monster of the secluded spring, is cultivating here.

It controls life, sucks the congenital blood of babies, refines it, and consolidates its body to achieve the true body of the skeleton. Even the tyrannical ancestors of Shushan have no way to use it.

However, the right path has Shu Mountain, and the demon path has the old locust tree. Under their protection, the Old Monster of the Quiet Spring can only hide in this northern land.

this day.

A figure slowly condensed at the core of the Gorefiend Great Array in Youquan Mountain.

Rumble.

The blood pool of tens of thousands of benefits was hot, and it condensed into a blood-colored skeleton in an instant, staring at the thirteen-year-old boy in the void, the bloody aura filled the air, “Who are you, dare to trespass on my secluded spring blood demon land!”

The young man has no breath.

But Youquan Gorefiend was horrified in his heart, and it can be quiet and lifeless, and now its core sits in a place where even the ancestors of Shushan can’t do it.

As for the painting sage of Tianwai Mountain, although he has this ability, the painting sage is too detached, and he has long since ignored worldly matters, and only wants to become a fairy.

Zhou Fan said lightly, “Youquan, I will give you a chance. Whether you can grasp it or not depends on your fortune!”

While speaking, he snapped his fingers and a scroll of paintings and calligraphy fell.

Then the figure disappeared.

Youquan Gorefiend looked at the scroll of the calligraphy and painting, and there was a monstrous sea of ​​blood in the sky, but this sea of ​​blood was not the blood of life, but pure magic energy to cultivate and correct the law, it does not need to suck the blood of innate , Only rely on the magic energy to strengthen itself.

“The supreme law, this is the real supreme law!”

“Thank you senior, thank you senior!”

Youquan Gorefiend was very excited, opened his mouth to swallow the scroll, his two blood-colored eyes burned, “With this supreme demon correction method, I finally have the opportunity to break through the law and reach a higher level, haha ​​187 Ha!”

the same moment.

Kunlun, Emei, Shushan and other sects of the world’s righteous way have received a scroll of calligraphy and painting, which has the purest method of cultivation.

As a result, the ancestors of the sect of the righteous way announced retreats one after another, intending to cross the limit of the law and break through their own realm to soar.

And Zhou Fan who has done all this.

Then came to Tianshan Snow Pond.

In the icy cold wind, a mist of spring water filled the air.

There is a graceful figure looming in the mist.

Zhou Fan stood on the edge of the snow pool.

Looking at the jade muscle in the mist with a smile.

soon.

The fog cleared.

Lu Bao had a pure and cold face.

But his face was like a mimosa, he lowered his head and slowly swam to the side of the snow pool.

“Zhou Fan, aren’t you and Sister Ma Ran in Shushan? Why did you come to Tianshan Xuechi?” This person is scared of Xiaoguo. She was born near Tianshan and naturally went to Tianshan to practice.

Thirteen years have passed.

She has become the saintess of Tianshan Xuezong.

Zhou Fan laughed and jumped into the snow pond, and wrapped Xiaoguo around him, “Guo’er, why did I hear the rhyme and resentment, did the vinegar scorpion overturn it?”

Scared Xiaoguo with a face full of shyness, “You already know how to make fun of me, junior. I’m just curious. Sister Xin, Sister Yu, and Sister Bingru are all closer than me.”

Zhou Fan couldn’t hold his pure lips, and his voice sounded, “It’s the joy of life to blaspheme the Holy Maiden Love!”

Fendai swayed over the snow pond.