These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 1209 The Painter's Dominance

The battle officially begins.

In the sky, it seemed as if gods had descended from the past.

Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be old acquaintances including Immortal Venerable Chang Zhen, Immortal Venerable Sheng Ling, Immortal Venerable Chong Luan, and Immortal Venerable Jiu Mu Qing, as well as some top experts that they did not recognize, who also exuded a powerful aura.

Obviously, the prehistoric time is extremely vast, and during this period of time they "dig out" a group of geniuses.

"Bold painter!"

The Immortal Master Chang Zhen is wearing golden armor, a golden crown on his head, and dragon-patterned cloud-stepping boots on his feet. He still holds the position of the number one general.

Behind him are various top experts.

The Holy Spirit Immortal Venerable is in charge of opening up a large formation for the flow of the Holy Spirit.

The Immortal Master Chongluan is responsible for the overlapping array patterns.

Jiumuqing is responsible for the magic weapon that is the center of each formation.

“Good lineup.”

The painter sighed, clapped his hands and laughed, and a cold voice came, "Chang Zhen, why is it you again? You lost last time, and you want to lose a second time this time?"

"Or is it that no one is using your prehistoric world?"

Listening to the painter's words, Immortal Chang Zhen showed no joy or sadness, "The last time we lost, it was not the fault of the war, but the result of external forces."

He didn't think he lost at that time.

Even if you lose, the one who lost last time was another self in a parallel universe, not the self in front of you.

This time, there is no Celestial Immortal Venerable
The top combat power limit of both sides is the Supreme Immortal.

With the upper limit locked, it remains to be seen who will win or lose in this battle.

They had already analyzed it clearly before coming.

[Past] Advantages: Possessing more than ten times the mass and energy, it can instantly create more powerful immortal clones and descend upon this place.

[Future] Advantages: Fighting on the home field, the number of troops is small, but the enemy warriors who fall here will be instantly recycled to create more powerful warriors.

If we seize the opportunity, we can turn the opponent's strong men into our own combat power.

"It's no use talking more."

"let's start."

The painter stretched out his hand to paint, and characters fell off the two-dimensional scroll one by one and turned into three-dimensional mythological historical figures. Endless fighting spirit enveloped the entire future.

"Do it!"

Immortal Chang Zhen sneered.

The two sides had nothing more to talk about. This time, even a declaration of war was not uttered because there was no longer any need for it.

In the eyes of the immortals of the past, the future was completely filthy and there was no need to save it!
Words no longer meant anything because they were about to completely destroy this future.

Even after time, the gravitational force will cause matter to continue to slip away uncontrollably, giving birth to a new future.

"But that is the new future, and we will be in control of it."

Boom!

Various particles in the air became violent, driving up energy tides.

Endless high-energy dust and material ashes floated on various timelines. They enveloped the entire parallel dragon boat and turned everything into gray.

The entire multi-dimensional timeline has finally ushered in the era with the most collapsed time and space and the most chaotic era in history.

War broke out between the two sides.

The strong men cooperate with each other to attack and defend.

This group of powerful people with cheats fight against another group of powerful people with cheats.

"You're going to lose."

Immortal Chang Zhen said coldly: "You are too proud. Without Immortal Tian Xiang this time, with the same power, the [future] is too small! In a palm-sized desolate and barren land with a lack of material resources, what kind of waves can be made?"

The painter chuckled and exhaled:

"I said, I never expect to win, because the future is full of possibilities, and I don't know if I will win in the future. It is precisely because of the unknown fate that it is attractive, isn't it?"

madman!

Immortal Chang Zhen cursed silently in his heart. He really didn't have any plans?
Was he really just acting on impulse?
When this mad dog says this, it's like seeing two gossipers quarreling on the street and suddenly wanting to see them quarrel even more vigorously, shouting: Fight them, fight them, it's boring, I want to see a river of blood.

But is it just an impromptu idea to start a super-wide-area war that affects the entire latitude?
"How can there be such people in this world?" The good old man, Holy Spirit Immortal Venerable, wiped the sweat from his forehead, as if he saw a madman who ignored the rules and acted recklessly just because of his momentary hobby.

"Whether the future is a loss or a win is not for me to judge."

The painter continued to hold the brush and said calmly:

"I am just a painter. I have never wanted to participate in a battle. None of my magical powers are suitable for fighting. I am just a weak scholar."

"And the opponent you have to face is the infinite future."

"Next, you will fight against Infinity. There are countless possibilities of parallel worlds. I will be responsible for drawing them, and they will be responsible for resisting you."

At this moment, countless powerful people were created along with the dimension.

And under the painter's brush, more painters appeared, painting new unofficial history and joining the war.

These histories have no idea that they were created in one second.

In their understanding of the heavens and the worlds, they have truly existed for more than 1500 million years and have countless moving stories.

"What happened? How did a demon from outside the domain appear?" In a brand new doomsday timeline, the monarch of the last law suddenly stood up, with endless pressure emanating from his side. "There is actually a world outside the domain?"

"Who is it? Who is attacking my dynasty!" On a brand new world line, endless sacred white light was sprinkled, and the Holy Spirit Immortal stood up.

New unofficial histories, countless possibilities, and lines are expanding.

Wow!
Endless golden light shines down.

A god-like figure suddenly appeared in the sky above countless parallel heavens and worlds.

He seemed to be the ruler of all painters, like a conductor on a symphony stage, directing the painting of lines.

The voice of this human god spread throughout the heavens and the world.

"Everyone, the entire multiverse is facing an unprecedented crisis. The enemy has invaded us without scruples, without reason, and with great cruelty."

"More than 15 million of our future history will be destroyed. Please resist the invaders."

The artist said amiably to each of the newly created timelines:
"I know it's difficult. Maybe our chance of winning is only one in ten thousand, or even not even one in ten thousand."

“But please keep going and create endless possibilities with the future.”

"If we lose, we will die. You don't want your world to be destroyed, do you?"

The painter's voice fell.

The entire universe was in an uproar.

In their low-dimensional perspective, they do not consider themselves to be created at all.

They believed that they had lived in the super world of the universe for more than 10 million years, but suddenly they encountered an inexplicable voice telling them to rebel.

baffling!

Unreasonable!

Just when they were wondering which lunatic was going crazy, they saw the dimension being torn apart, and saw other parallel worlds, as well as the overwhelming army, with strong murderous intentions towards them.

A being who called himself "Chang Zhen Xian Zun" was full of murderous intent. He pointed at a strong person from their timeline and snorted, "Are you going to surrender yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

"what happened?"

"Are you crazy? Why are there enemies attacking?"

"do not want!"

"What happened, so what happened?"

Ning Zheng's eyes twitched as she watched.

The painter is really a scum of the world.

Ning Zheng knew all along that the painter had not lied and he had no chance of winning.

Because for the painter, knowing the final outcome of the battle would be boring. He just wants to watch a fireworks display, enjoy and witness the unknown process.

I just want to watch you heroes roaring, struggling, and shedding your blood to fight against corruption and create an eternal picture!
What he wants is never the script, because the script never records the most realistic picture.

what?
Why should we be heroes of our time and fight against the darkness and corruption of the past?
Artist: I’ll help you.

I drew you, and the rest depends on your own efforts.
These unfortunate children were forced to do this.

(End of this chapter)