Chapter 484： Most holy [2]

Everything will be reproduced again.

A thousand years ago, Ye Chaofeng climbed Xueluo Mountain on foot, and Xie Aoyu stepped down from Xueluo Mountain. Two people separated by more than a thousand years and facing in opposite directions seemed to be completely integrated in Xie Aoyu's body and mind.

At this moment, he is Ye Chaofeng.

He was re-perceiving Ye Chaofeng's perception of Xueluo Mountain in the depths of his mind at that moment, and the feeling was beyond words, as if it were a god.

A trace of cold air was released from the mountain map in the snow.

The map of the mountain in the snow is a generation of painting gods who, at the cost of their own vitality, used the ink to describe the connotation of Ye Chaofeng's mountaineering in the snow that year. It can be said that all the charm of what happened at that time was completely integrated into this painting Xie Aoyu knew that he could feel the mentality in the heart of painting.

He was moved by Ye Chaofeng.

I was moved by my heart, persevered in my heart, and at the cost of life, he created the most meaningful painting in his life, but also the interpretation of his life. From then on, his spirit and his soul are like this painting. Go on forever.

Touched by life.

Sherlock's heartbeat.

Ye Chaofeng's perception of life.

When Xie Aoyu stepped down from Xueluo Mountain, everything was concentrated in Xie Aoyu's heart. It seemed like lightning flashed across Xie Aoyu's mind, breaking the dark twilight, and Xing Aoyu's mind was presented with a picture that scared the sky.

Mount Xueluo stretches tens of millions of miles across the Qiao continent.

Its main peak is straight into the sky, with a total length of 9,999 meters. On this mountain, a mighty and warlike holy dragon stands upright. It has beautiful lines and a tall dragon head, looking up to the sky. It seems to send to heaven the eternal challenge deep inside.

Battle Dragon!

This is a battle dragon, one of the nine dragons of the dragon race, a war dragon for life, and the only extraordinary dragon race that can compete with the emperor tyrannosaurus.

Originally Xie Aoyu's visit to Xueluo Mountain showed T-Rex, but now he is a combat dragon.

It means that his understanding has reached the last point.

Sitting on the back of the battle dragon, there was one person.

Amazingly Xie Aoyu!

A stunned warfare suddenly emerged from Xie Aoyu's body in reality, and his terrifying warfare seemed to shock the snowy mountain map.

brush!

I do n’t know when, from where, a flying pen appeared in Xie Aoyu ’s hands. He was in a strange state, suddenly stood up, took the pen to the snowy mountain map, and the pen was there. The scroll at the top described it quickly, extremely fast and without stagnation.

His wrist is steady, and if there is a divine help in writing, he quickly writes down on the mountain map in the snow, and the pen gradually presents a brand-new picture, which forms a complete picture with the map in the snow. He has never learned painting, and his paintings are comparable to, or even so close to, the paintings of a generation of painting gods. It is as if two people separated by more than a thousand years have become confidants and together describe a perfect picture The picture is the same.

There was never a moment when Xie Aoyu moved so smoothly.

As if everything in heaven and earth was converged in his pen, he seemed to be able to present everything on this scroll, and this scroll was also showing him its greatness, and it was also a sign of the moving of a generation of painting gods before he died.

He was moved by Ye Chaofeng.

Touching from the soul, passed down for thousands of years, deeply shocked Xie Aoyu, allowing him to overcome all obstacles and resonate with that generation of painting gods and generations of fighting masters.

Their thoughts, their feelings, their feelings, and everything passed on to Xie Aoyu, so that Xie Aoyu suddenly filled the lives of two people.

He read Ye Chaofeng's feeling of enlightening Xueluo Mountain. He read a generation of painting gods who would rather die, but also want to draw the feeling of this painting, and realized his own heart.

At the same time, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner outside the closet.

The two days passed in a blink of an eye.

Everyone is busy with their own affairs, Ling Yuner handles the affairs of the Chamber of Commerce, Ya Qing accompanies her, and Hoshino and others are doing their own things.

In the afternoon of the next day.

The setting sun is falling to the west, and there is a setting sun on the horizon. The burning clouds are very charming.

A subtle wave suddenly passed from the dense room. The first thing to be sensed was Hoshino, whose strength was the strongest, and appeared like a ghost in Xie Aoyu's closed room.

Immediately afterwards, a famous master of the king of heaven appeared one after another.

They looked at the secret room quietly, they seemed to see through the barrier, saw Xie Aoyu in the secret room, and gradually became sublimated under the influence of his extraordinary spiritual state of integrating Ye Chaofeng and painting gods. Under his leadership, he went to participate Wuxue Luoshan, to feel the spirit of painting God.

"Sister, what's going on?" Lingyun'er, Yaqing, and others who came back in succession rushed over, among them quite a few of the most holy masters.

None of them could feel the situation in the secret room, but they could see that Hoshino and others closed their eyes slightly, and their faces were filled with irrepressible joy, and they knew what must have happened.

"I don't know, it seems, as if ..." Ya Qing felt faintly, but couldn't feel it, couldn't catch it, and couldn't tell more, but her spirit seemed to gradually focus on the past, and a new picture appeared Come out, as if Xie Aoyu crossed the millennium and came to Xueluo Mountain. He walked side by side with Ye Chaofeng. In that distance, a generation of painting gods were focused and focused, and painted with a splash of ink.

That feeling was strong, just like real.

Yaqing has also been fully sublimated with a state of mind, especially her relationship with Xie Aoyu itself belongs to a very close one, so relatively speaking, Yaqing's perception is more Xie Aoyu's help, and open her body and mind to Yaqing, let her Feeling the most true of all, this is absolutely indescribable to Yaqing's cultivation.

Even the Uranus level can feel something. After all, whether it is Ye Chaofeng or a generation of painting gods, they are extraordinary existences, and their respective inner practices have reached an astonishing level, far beyond the ordinary Uranus level.

At the same time, in the underground space of the Violet Chamber of Commerce, a 100-meter-deep underground space, an old man who has been silent for many years, his breath gradually grows thicker, as if losing his mental strength. On returning, his wrinkled face was also smoothed, incomparably brilliant, but his hair was still snow-white, and his closed eyes slowly opened.

As if an electric light flashed.

With the return of vitality, the old man's body blossomed with an astonishing momentum. He looked up at Xie Aoyu's room, "Who is it? Who brought my spirit to a thousand years ago, who made me realize the mystery of Xueluo Mountain's life, and who touched me. "He muttered to himself, but two tears slowly flowed from the corner of his eyes.

He was moved by the last splash of life in the generation of painting gods.

Tears.

People also turned around.

For decades, I realized that I would return!

The old man said gently: "I am back!" 2k novel reading network