Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

By the Huanxin Pond.

"Failed again..."

Ling Feng wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth, and Shifang Jumie was inserted into the pool and trembled continuously.

Strange ripples appeared on the water surface. This was Ling Feng's seventh attempt to break through what Tianmeng Shenji called the "realm of painting."

But, they all ended in failure.

“Damn it, why!!!”

Bang bang bang bang!

The pool water exploded, creating a huge wave.

Ever since he set foot on the martial arts path, with the hundredfold increase in comprehension from the Emperor's Eye, he has been able to learn any technique or secret skill at the fastest speed, no matter how difficult it is, and reach the level of perfection in a short period of time.

But this time, at the moment when everyone needed him the most, he was stuck in a bottleneck and couldn't move forward.

"call……"

After a while, he breathed heavily and stared at the distorted reflection in the water.

At this moment, his eyes were as red as an evil god. In this state of anxiety and boredom, the power of the seven sins in his body began to stir again.

There are still thirty days left before his sinful blood is completely purified, and he has just touched the threshold of entering the painting.

No, not even the threshold was touched!

This made him more and more anxious, and the more anxious he became, the more difficult it would be to make a breakthrough.

At this moment, the surface of the pool seemed to freeze into a mirror, reflecting the battlefield thousands of miles away.

Xizi was pierced through the heart by thousands of arrows, Mio was nailed to the ground by countless divine spears, Huang Shaotian's body was hung high on the death scythe of the Plague Knight, Tianrui's broken iron wings were stuck on the pile of corpses, and there were also Natalie, Longze Liyue, Tianmeng Shenji...

Everyone was dead. The entire Mingjian Peak was piled with corpses and blood. It was like purgatory!

"Do not!--"

Click!

The next moment, the illusion was torn to pieces by Ling Feng's arm, which was covered with marks of rage. Ling Feng staggered back and hit the stone tablet.

A strong burning sensation came from my back, and the marks of the seven deadly sins moved under my skin.

"What are you still hesitating about?"

"Come on, swallow the blood of sin, you can save everyone!"

"You need us, you need our strength!"

"..."

The Seven Evil Gods and even the remaining bewitching voice of the Nightmare Evil God kept echoing in his mind.

The reason why Ling Feng couldn't calm down and had difficulty getting started was all because of these evil gods.

"enough!!!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists tightly, his eyes widened with anger, and he let out an extremely high-pitched roar.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Big beads of sweat rolled down Ling Feng's forehead. Ling Feng was breathing heavily, as if he had just experienced a fierce battle.

The next moment, he sat cross-legged again and began to silently recite the scriptures of "The Scripture of Eternal Purity and Tranquility".

On the one hand, he needed to resist the temptation of these evil gods, and on the other hand, he was worried about the war situation outside. In addition, his training in the painting level and the sword technique of cutting the sky and drawing the sword had made no progress.

"Come again!"

After a while, Ling Feng regained his composure, and with an intention, he immersed himself in cultivation again according to Tianmeng Shenji's previous instructions.

Ling Feng was able to get to this point, of course, because of the advantage of his bloodline talent as a member of the Tiandao clan, but it was also closely related to his indomitable character.

He is not the kind of person who gives up easily.

If seven times is not enough, then seventy times, seven hundred times, seventy thousand times…

Three days...

Another three days passed...

On this day, the water in the pond seemed to suddenly lose its color.

Ling Feng suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that his breath turned into ink marks and dissipated, and ripples appeared wherever his fingertips touched.

Ink world?

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched suddenly. He still remembered the scene when he first encountered Tianmeng Shenji.

Is it done?

Ling Feng was delighted. He closed his eyes and concentrated, allowing his consciousness to sink into the inky abyss.

When he opened his eyes again, he seemed to be in a dark room underground. The shadow of Sasaki Muramasa was writing in blood and ink: "The prison of the heart..."

"you……"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched, and just as he raised his hand, the words suddenly came alive and fiercely wrapped around his wrist.

Then, the arrogant evil god's sneer exploded in his ears: "You killed someone's brother, and killed someone's father and grandfather, and you still have the nerve to lick their faces and let them be your sister?"

The ink-and-wash space suddenly turned upside down, and he seemed to instantly appear on the battlefield where Purdue Academy first attacked Mingjian Peak.

The three masters of the Heavenly King Hall are performing a combined attack to pierce through Sasaki Muramasa's body.

However, the next moment, the demon sword in the hand of "Sasaki Takumi" suddenly pierced through Xizi's chest, and the girl's blood splattered on Ling Feng's face, so hot.

"Grandpa, why...why do you want to kill me?"

"The Sasaki family doesn't have an unfilial daughter like you! He was the enemy who destroyed the Sasaki family, but you regarded him as your brother?"

Xizi spat out large mouthfuls of blood and looked towards Lingfeng, still calling out, "Brother...Brother..."

The call of the dying seems to overlap with reality!

"what!--"

Ling Feng felt a splitting headache and his hand holding the sword was shaking violently.

"Hallucination! This is all an illusion!"

He bit the tip of his tongue, and the force of thunder and lightning exploded along his meridians.

In order to keep himself awake, Ling Feng actually used the thunder of heaven to attack his own internal organs!

puff! ——

With a mouthful of blood spurting out, the inky sea of ​​fire was split in half in an instant, revealing an even more horrifying scene underneath.

At this moment, Mio was being entangled by thick iron chains on her limbs and neck, hanging high above a bloody altar. Agares's sharp claws were piercing into Mio's brow.

"Oh?"

Suddenly, Agares turned around and looked at Ling Feng, grinning, "Do you think she is still your wife? No, not anymore! As long as I delete all the memories about you, Mio will still be my disciple and the saint of Purdue Academy. And you, who are guilty of heinous crimes, should be killed!——"

As the word "诛" fell, the entire ink world seemed to become distorted.

Ling Feng's whole body began to tremble violently. He stared at Agares in front of him with bloodshot eyes and roared, "Let her go!"

Boom boom boom boom!

The ink-and-wash world becomes even more distorted, as if it will fall apart at any moment.

At this moment, the seven sins priesthood in the body immediately began to backfire wildly.

Once Ling Feng's willpower is broken, that will be the perfect opportunity for them to successfully take over this body.

In an instant, the seven sins marks broke through the seal and covered Ling Feng's entire body.

All Ten Directions were destroyed and wailed, and seven evil eyes opened at the hilt of the sword.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The Seven Evil Gods laughed madly.

"This body belongs to me!"

"No, it's mine! Mine!"

"Who dares to fight me?"

“It’s a matter of life and death, of course it’s first come, first served, ha ha ha—” “It’s so troublesome, so troublesome…”

When the power of the Seven Sins began to run wild in his body, and even completely ignored Ling Feng's independent consciousness...

"It's now!"

Ling Feng's originally decadent and confused soul suddenly seemed to have turned into a different person.

"Sword of Fury!"

With Ling Feng's angry roar, he actually forcibly "drove" the angry priest into the Ten Directions Destruction Area.

"What? You didn't collapse? How dare you lie to me--"

By the time the Furious Evil God reacted, Ling Feng's Ten Directions Annihilation had already transformed into the form of the Furious Sword.

Wow!

A bloody rain suddenly fell in the ink-and-wash world, and each drop of rain reflected a different sin.

Ling Feng danced with sword in the rain, and each move triggered only one kind of divine duty: arrogance made the sword moves open and closed, and jealousy made the sword light strange and unpredictable.

When the seventh move "Laziness" was slashed out, a vacuum zone was created in the entire ink sea.

"I see……"

He panted and knelt on the ground. Seven divine imprints condensed into the Big Dipper formation on the scabbard. In the reflection of the pool water, the evil pupils of Shifang Jumie gradually closed, and the sword body appeared with mountain and water patterns.

This is what Tianmeng Shenji said - use sin as a sheath!

"The Heaven-Slashing Sword Technique is the key to mastering the painting. All along, I have practiced these two separately, which is the real way to achieve twice the result with half the effort..."

Ling Feng took a deep breath, and the ink world around him began to gradually fade away.

The next moment, he returned to the Huanxin Pool again.

His palm grasped the Ten Directions Annihilation and began to tremble with excitement.

More than 20 days have passed, and I finally took the first step!

Another few days passed.

It's already the 30th day!

Ever since Ling Feng comprehended and crossed the threshold into the realm of painting, he immersed himself in the world of ink and wash every day, practicing the art of drawing the sword and slashing the sky.

The ten directions are annihilated as they pass through the water, and in an instant, the ink-and-wash world reappears.

Outlined in the void, Mio's eyebrows and eyes gradually emerged.

The next moment, she stepped out from the ink and water, touched the ground with her scepter, and a real golden lotus blossomed.

In the painting, Mio's fingertips gently stroked his cheek; the temperature and touch were exactly the same as in the real world.

Ling Feng looked at the figure in front of him and waved his hand. The illusion in front of him instantly disintegrated into ink stains and dissipated.

The next moment, the Huanxin Pond in reality seemed to be integrated with the ink-and-wash world.

Ling Feng stood in mid-air above the Huanxin Pool, and the sword in his hand seemed to be able to freely shuttle between the two worlds.

This is the sign of great success in painting!

Ling Feng suddenly had an inspiration, and his reflection in the water actually jumped out from the bottom of the pool and began to practice the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique on his own!

Is that me in the water, or is it also me in the painting?

"Zheng——"

The sound of swords surged, and within the ink-and-wash world, the sword blade of Ling Feng in the painting rubbed against the lotus stems in the lotus pond, producing the sound of metal and stone.

Ling Feng, who was on the water, felt a sharp pain. When he raised his hand, he found that his palm was already broken.

Tick ​​tock!

Blood slid from the palm and dripped into the water, but it was embedded in the world of ink and wash.

And when the blood dripped onto the black lotus, the petals suddenly stretched out, revealing dense sword techniques.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique that I had obtained before was more like a general outline.

And these sword techniques on the lotus are the real moves!

Ling Feng suddenly realized that this was Tianmeng's divine secret to tell him that he must first reach the realm of entering the painting before he can master the art of drawing the sword and cutting the sky.

Every step of my teacher's planning is so clever.

"The first move: ink without trace!"

Ling Feng endured the severe pain and held the scalding hilt of the sword, practicing the technique according to the instructions of the lotus petals. The water in the pool suddenly became as thick as ink, seeping into his limbs through his pores. He saw his bones gradually become transparent, and what flowed in his blood vessels was no longer blood, but surging stars.

When Ling Feng tried to swing the sword according to his mental method, the entire Huanxin Pond suddenly turned over.

He stood on the upside-down water, and the real world became a reflection in the water.

Ling Feng looked at the ink-colored ripples created by his toes, and those ripples actually condensed into solid chains in the air.

There is no doubt that these chains can easily drag any judgement-level strongman into their own world in the painting.

This is the unbridgeable gap between the Ruler of Truth and the Judge!

Of course, monsters like Ling Feng who hold divine powers are exceptions.

Then, the second black lotus blossomed, and the “Second Style: All-Seeing Pen” appeared in the heart of the lotus.

Ling Feng suddenly realized something, and the tip of his sword dipped into the pool water to draw an arc in the air.

The sword mark with ink not yet dried suddenly came to life and turned into a three-meter-long black dragon that pounced into the upside-down sky.

Ling Feng raised his hand and looked at the sword tip, vaguely realizing that although the sword move was powerful, it seemed to be missing something.

Yes!

The next moment, Ling Feng's eyelids twitched.

The purpose of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique is to use this sword technique to unleash the power of the Seven Sins priesthood.

His current sword moves only had the form, but he did not integrate the power of the seven sins into the sword edge.

Before this, he had taken great risks to "trick" the Seven Evil Gods and successfully crossed the threshold into the realm of painting.

Today, it may not be easy to repeat the same trick.

Now he could only practice the sword moves first. After he completely refined the "Crystal of Sin Blood", he could truly master the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique.

"Almost thirty days have passed, and there are only nineteen days left..."

Ling Feng clenched his fists. In order to prevent Ling Feng from being distracted, Tianmeng Shenji had set up layers of barriers in the Huanxin Pool, preventing him from spying on the situation outside.

But with his powerful perception, Ling Feng was still able to confirm that the aura of Tianmeng Shenji and Taiyue Sword God was still there.

As long as they are still there, Mingjian Peak should not be lost.

"What I have to do now is to continue to comprehend the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique!"

Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng gathered his mind and looked at the third black lotus.

The lotus blossoms, "Cut the sky and stop the flow!"

Ling Feng suddenly drew his sword and slashed diagonally, leaving fine black cracks wherever the sword passed. Those spatial cracks lasted for three breaths before dissipating, and the leaked void turbulence was actually absorbed by the pool water, forming a new star track pattern at the bottom of the pool...

……

The top of Mingjian Peak.

"Purdue Academy hasn't taken any action for almost half a month!"

Tianmeng Shenji stared at the sand table on the edge of the table with a frown on his face.

At this moment, the eyeball in his left eye socket was completely necrotic, so he had to dig it out and temporarily replace it with a gem.

"But once the action is taken, it will definitely be a storm!"

Taiyue Sword God clenched his fists. The previous attack on the purple locusts had cost Yuheng Zhenren of Yunque Cave Heaven his life.

As for True Man Yuheng, he is the most powerful supreme elder in Yunque Cave Heaven besides the Supreme Jade Emperor.

In fact, its strength is not inferior to that of Taiyue Sword God and Tianmeng Divine Machine.

"I just hope this storm can brew for as long as possible!"

Tianmeng Shenji took a deep breath. If they could exceed the limit of forty-nine days and wait until Ling Feng mastered the art of drawing the sword and cutting the sky, and fought with the seven sins priesthood, the Wu Alliance would still have a chance of winning.

However, just as he finished his words, the star track compass in his hand suddenly vibrated, and the Si Nan in the center almost stood upright.

"Get ready to fight!"

Tianmeng Shenji's expression suddenly changed, and he murmured, "The storm is coming..." (End of this chapter)