Chapter 560

Thirty days of chess?

Dan Wang started with the layout of the chess game, which immediately surprised the host and the boundless son.

The heaven and the earth crisscross the chess game, but it is created by the old chess watcher. Generally speaking, only the disciples of the old chess watcher can inherit it, and so does King Dan? He is also one of the nine chess watchers?

The ancient sea of chess, also gradually dignified.

"Pa!"“ Bang“ PA! "

Two people fall, you come and I go, all directions innumerable chess repair look at two people fall, gradually revealed worry, but worry about the ancient sea. Because, with the anger of the saints. Innumerable painting practitioners immediately called their painting artistic conception to Gu Hai.

"Boom!"

The body of the ancient sea is like a colorful sun, blooming with various lights.

"With so much artistic conception of painting, can Guhai still play chess? Is his determination so high? " The Buddha of the future frowns and puts his hands together.

"Well, the ancient sea is not influenced by painting? These painting monks are a bunch of rubbish His eyes are cold.

Taichu stares at Guhai.

The ancient sea is still in its infancy.

Not to mention the artistic conception of calligraphy is useless to Guhai. The chess way of Guhai today has made Guhai have a strong determination. Yizizi is playing chess with Dan Wang.

King Dan is also very careful, because King Dan understands the current situation. As long as he wins Guhai, there must be countless saints willing to recommend him.

"Mr. Gu seems unaffected?"

"Mr. Gu is really powerful. With so many artistic conception of painting, he can still be safely established?"

"The leader of the first class hall is really powerful!"

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People around praised.

The saints all over the sky are staring at the ancient sea.

"Well, I see how long you can last!" A sage who painted Taoism said coldly.

Even though Guhai is not affected now, the saints are sure that Guhai will not be able to bear it. There are nearly ten thousand painting monks, and they are not ordinary people. They are all painting monks who can draw illusions. Guhai will not last long. No, even a saint in the sky will not last long. Let alone Guhai?

Just as the king of Dan, the painting practitioners and the saints all over the sky were looking forward to it, suddenly a voice rang through the audience.

"Ha ha ha, Mr. Gu, I've done it. Look at my painting, I've done it!"

Are you ready?

Hearing this voice, almost all saints were suddenly inspired.

One by one, turn around and look, is this longevity? That disaster, he painted another picture?

Originally, a group of saints wanted to see what the painting of Changsheng was, but a hundred pregnant saints who passed out suddenly reminded them that no one dared to see the painting of Changsheng.

Another painting? Another picture of the disaster?

The voice of eternal life seemed to stop the whole Tianyin city in an instant. The faces of 500 million people and 100000 practitioners all sank.

What is it?

However, no one dares to see it. At least, mu CHENFENG, Mo Yike and Bingji do not dare to see it.

The painting of eternal life is extremely evil. Who dares to see it?

"Mr. Koo, what about my painting? Mr. Gu...! " Changsheng rushed over with the painting in his arms.

Guhai naturally heard about Changsheng's painting, but the pearl jade of "egg map" was in front of him. Guhai didn't dare to look at it, but it didn't spoil Changsheng's interest. Pretend you didn't hear me. Keep falling.

"Mr. Gu, my painting is finished. Look, you are in the court meeting. By the way, you are playing chess. Forget it, forget it. Let me rescue you!" Changsheng said anxiously.

With that, Changsheng turned the painting towards the ancient sea. From the painting, a golden light suddenly gushed out and went straight to the ancient sea.

"Well?"

"What's on the picture?" After all, some people turned their heads and looked around curiously.

Seeing the painting of Changsheng, almost everyone's face is stiff.

"Hiss!"

"How dare he

"He painted saints?"

"Can this be painted? Is he crazy

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Many people who saw the painting were surprised.

But I see, in the painting of eternal life. But it is extremely magnificent.

In the picture, Gu Hai is wearing a Dragon Robe and sitting on a dragon chair. There are countless officials standing in two rows. These officials are not bystanders, but more than 10000 painting monks.

Changsheng painted all of these paintings as ancient ministers.

More importantly, in the center of the court hall, there are also 500 saints, who are saints of painting. There are 100 holding children, kneeling in front of Guhai. The other 400 are also bruised, dying and all tied up, as if they were beheaded at the command of Guhai.

The people who saw the painting were completely shocked.

"Is this depicting the majesty of the ancient sea?"

"All the five hundred saints of painting have become prisoners and have been detained. Is this a picture of the trial of saints?"

"He, he doesn't want to play? How dare a judge slander you? "

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Countless people exclaimed.

But see longevity a shake, in the picture, suddenly came a high drink: "with this accomplice, zhujiu!"

This is the sound coming from the picture.

But with this strange sound, the golden light in the painting suddenly soars ten thousand times and goes straight to the body of Guhai. All the other lights on Guhai are covered up, and the light from the four directions transmits the golden light to ten thousand painting monks who attack Guhai.

"Boom!"

Ten thousand painting monks were immediately covered with golden light.

Almost at the same time, ten thousand painting saints are a soul. Into the artistic conception of eternal painting.

The artistic conception of Changsheng's painting shows the boundless majesty of the court, as if Tianwei suddenly dazzled all the painters. Painters forget everything and really think they are ministers of Guhai.

Just like the dreamland Gu Hai saw, these paintings not only saw it, but also went straight to his heart.

"Poop“ Poop! Poop

All of a sudden, ten thousand painting repair knelt down.

"Emperor, forgive me, we have nothing to do with these saints!"

"Emperor, these saints are not willing to die well. I have nothing to do with them."

"I have nothing to do with these saints who eat shit!"

"I ask the emperor to behead all these saints and show them to the public!"

"No, please hang their heads on the tower!"

"Emperor, these saints are not human beings."

"Emperor, it's better to kill these saints, pigs and dogs!"

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Under the emperor's "heavenly power", the painters pointed to the saints in the sky and verbally scolded them. It was better to call them pigs and dogs, that they were not things, that they were animals, and that all kinds of insults were heard all the time.

"You, you dare!" All of a sudden, the sages of the painting road roared, and were almost carried away.

For many years, I have never been insulted like this. For thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, which time was I not worshipped as an ancestor by the participants of the all saints convention? I didn't ask myself to look at them one more time.

How dare you scold me? What's worse? Did you have a son? Is that what you call me?

Four hundred saints were very angry.

A super farce broke out in the central square, which attracted the contestants from the book fight area, the piano fight area and the chess fight area to look at each other in surprise.

There was an uproar among the 500 million people in all directions.

Some are surprised, others laugh, and they are very noisy.

"Eternal life? The artistic conception of one person's painting has covered all the participants of painting Not far away, Kongdi's eyes narrowed.

The green emperor's face sank: "eternal life? I see. It's him, it's him, and the Ziwei? Is it the two of them? "

In the East, the angels watched in amazement.

"Allah, is that man's artistic conception of painting really so strong?" A six winged angel was shocked.

"Painting and Taoism are competing with each other in terms of artistic conception. The loser will collapse for thousands of miles, and the winner will turn the enemy's heart. This man is really powerful in painting and Taoism. Is he a heaven level brush? That painting was made by Gu Hai? " Taichu frowned.

south.

"Tycoon, Guhai, are they crazy? How can they draw this kind of painting? Do you want to judge? " One of his disciples frowned.

The grand master's eyes narrowed slightly and said, "is this the same death? Hum, Gu Hai is so cruel. He knows that the sage of painting will not choose him, but he does the opposite. Let all the painters in the competition abuse the sage, and the sage is not willing to choose them? "

The West.

"Wuliangshou Buddha! It's too bad to be scolded. The saints are out of the world. They actually scold them for being inhumane. These painters are also good and bad! " A Bodhisattva sighed.

"A good painting doesn't mean good conduct. Alas, it's just like this. This session of the all saints Congress has changed its flavor." The future Buddha said with a bitter smile.

Has it changed? It's not just bad.

The painting practitioners kneeling down to worship the ancient sea, abusing the saints become more and more difficult to hear. In order to get rid of the relationship with the saints, they even made up some incidents of peach color and broken sleeves for the saints. The 400 saints almost fainted.

"Lizi, Lizi dare!"

"You dare, if I can come down, I will kill you!"

"Ignorant child, son of a bitch!"

"I'll fight with you!"

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There was a roar of anger from the sage in the sky, but there were more than 10000 monks painted below. There are so many people with so many words that the four hundred sages can't talk back at all. Even a few saints who clean themselves up and see their reputation as more important than their lives are blackened by this "disgraceful" story and fainted. Long life complacency. Sitting on one side of the ancient sea is a cold sweat on his forehead, showing a bitter smile. Changsheng this time, you are big“ Changsheng is playing big again Not far away from the morning breeze“ These saints hate the emperor to death! " Mo Yike said with a bitter smile. Bingji didn't know how to deal with it, so she said with a bitter smile: "at least it proves that Changsheng's painting is really powerful. One person has surpassed everyone!" The master LiuNian, who presided over the painting, was already stupid at the moment. It's the first time that I've seen such a big ratio in the competition. All the participants of the road painting are kneeling to scold the judges. How can this continue? Who can teach me, what should I say“ Yes, I do Gu Hai suddenly opened his mouth.