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Chapter 177 The First Seventy-Sixth Meow: A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains

The powerful oppressive scrolling of the picture scroll made Jin Mantang retreat involuntarily.

I saw Su Yu piercing the center of his eyebrows and forcing blood out, his body burst into a fierce momentum in vain, and wiped the scroll from top to bottom.

Roar--

The roar of the beast exploded, the ground of the square shook, and the scrolls surrounding Su Yu were filled with black smoke.

A giant ink wolf rushed out of the black mist, the ink on its body billowing like smoke, floating into the air.

The giant wolf's scarlet wolf eyes shone with excitement, rushing towards Jin Mantang like lightning.

The fangs in that bloody mouth were sharp, and the wolf claws were swung, instantly tearing the dragon pattern iron bone into pieces with golden light.

There was a sound of gasping all around, Jin Mantang's heart trembled, and he quickly held up the cloud-pattern inkstone to resist the big mouth of the giant ink wolf that was biting his neck.

There was a flash of ink on the cloud-pattern inkstone, and the giant wolf, like a cow like a sea of ​​mud, jumped into the inkstone, splashing a few drops of ink, and finally disappeared.

"It's dangerous."

The people around pressed their chests, thinking that Jin Mantang was about to be bitten off by the giant ink wolf just now, but fortunately his magic weapon is easy to use.

"It's not over yet. Do you think that this picture of beasts that I have spent three years of hard work incorporating my own essence and blood is as simple as that?"

Su Yu snarled, and once again forced three drops of blood essence from between the eyebrows to catch them with a paintbrush, and quickly moved them on the scroll.

At this moment, all the monks standing behind Su Yu can see that there are many lifelike beasts and spirits painted on the scroll surrounding him. After being "touched" by his brush, all of them turned into ink mist and flew from the scroll. It came out, and it fell in front of Su Yu like rain.

Countless black mist gathered at an astonishing speed into ferocious ink beasts, giant tigers, poisonous spiders, wild boars, bulls, and pythons, all of which filled every part of the competition venue.

At first glance, the blackness seemed to be like countless locusts flying out of the rice fields, with a strong sense of oppression, forcing Jin Mantang to back up and down.

The ferocious birds flapped their wings, and the beasts roared and roared.

A crimson and bloodthirsty light flashed in the large black smoke in front of him, making people shudder and daunting.

Just from the momentum of the beasts, one can feel that their attack power cannot be blocked by the dragon pattern iron bone scroll and the cloud pattern Duan inkstone.

"Be careful, don't resist!" Jun Buhuan said anxiously in the sedan chair.

The monks around were all holding their breath nervously, but Jin Mantang in the field remained calm and fearless.

The veins on Su Yu's forehead popped up, and his head was covered with cold sweat. It was obvious that it was a heavy burden for him to be mobilized to such an extent. He shouted in a deep voice: "If you are not sure how to deal with it, you should admit defeat as soon as possible, lest the gain outweigh the loss."

Jin Mantang smiled slightly, and took out a scroll of paintings that looked very old, "I didn't want to use this scroll at first, but this is an elder's collection. It is quite expensive. Now it seems that there is no other way."

As soon as the words fell, Jin Mantang shook off the picture scroll with a 'shua', and spit out a few words, "Qianli..."

Su Yu didn't wait to see what was inside, afraid of losing the opportunity, hurriedly mobilized all the beasts, roaring and rushing towards Jin Mantang.

The roar of all the beasts was so loud that it gathered into a torrent, almost breaking the eardrums.

Jin Mantang, dressed in white and with black hair, was dressed in hunting clothes. Facing the overwhelming ferocious beasts, he was happy and fearless, and slowly unfolded the scroll in his hand. The whole scene gave people a very terrifying sense of shock.

Shocked by the power of the beasts, shocked by Jin Mantang's demeanor that never changed his face when the mountain collapsed in front of him, this scene actually made people's blood boil uncontrollably.

"...The map of mountains and rivers."

After the last few words fell, the clear and clear voice seemed to have infinite magic power. The scroll in Jin Mantang's hand shook, and the scenery in front of everyone's eyes changed in vain.

There are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, vast and vast, boundless, and magnificent weather.

Everyone saw thousands of mountains and ravines dotted all over the place, vying for the top spot, overlapping each other, all submerged in the misty river.

There are high cliffs and waterfalls in the mountains, winding paths leading to secluded places, dotted with houses and buildings, green willows and red flowers, long pines and bamboos, and the scenery is beautiful.

Among the mountains and rivers, there are also Yedu fishing village, waterside pavilions and towers, and Shuimo Long Bridge, each according to the terrain, reflecting the mountains, rivers and lakes. There are countless people like ants.

Such majestic mountains and rivers are shocking to heaven and man.

Suddenly, everyone seemed to hear birds chirping on the high mountains, fishermen casting nets in the rivers, and three or five scholars reciting poems and drinking wine in the towers among the mountains.

On the high platform, the doctor of the painter's academy jumped up from his chair, looked at the volume of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in Jin Mantang's hands in horror, and saw the beasts urged by Su Yu rushing into the picture. Not aroused.

It's just a hundred beasts, how can it compete with thousands of miles of rivers and mountains?

After the hundreds of ink beasts were thrown into the "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", even one of the forests could not be filled. In an instant, there were hunters galloping in the painting, bowing their bows and setting arrows, hunting all kinds of beasts.

There was silence all around, and even Hua Jiu didn't know that Jin Mantang had prepared such a trump card, but how could he have such a valuable painting, which cannot be bought with money.

Hua Jiu immediately looked towards the top of the main hall in the distance, and saw Xin Shicheng was crying, and kept wiping his tears with his sleeve.

It seems that this 'A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Map' is his treasure.

Su Yu's face was pale, and he fell to the ground with exhaustion, panting, "Your painting..."

Jin Mantang knew what he was going to say, and as soon as he collected the scroll, he interrupted him and said, "This painting is also in the period of condensing energy. I think everyone who knows painting here must have some understanding of this painting."

Everyone was still immersed in the beautiful scenery in the painting, unable to return to their senses for a long time.

Knowing Su Yu's defeat, the master of the painter's school flashed to the field, took a deep look at the painting in Jin Mantang's hand, and explained in a deep voice: "The painting made by the sage Wang Ximeng, when he was still an ordinary The mortals are very talented in painting, after painting this "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" painting into the Tao, less than 500 years to become a painting saint, soaring to the fairy world."

"I thought this painting had gone to the heaven with the painting saint, but I didn't expect it to stay in the Lingtian realm. Although it is just a mortal painting, it contains the painting saint's perception of the way of painting, so it has a little spirituality. But this Spirituality can only compete with spiritual paintings in the condensing period, which is somewhat tasteless. Unless there are powerful people who are willing to nourish them with their souls, if a painting spirit can be born one day, it must be a Taoist weapon that surpasses spiritual weapons. Dare to ask , how did you get this painting?"

Jin Mantang had a distant smile on his face, "I'm sorry, I have no comment. Besides, I belong to the direct line of the Jin family in Yuandao, and those who want to come up with the idea of ​​this painting, please stop thinking about it."

As soon as Jin Mantang finished speaking, the painter's face froze, and he sighed, "You are really a member of the Jin family. I admire the Jin family's wealth!"

The master painter rolled up on the ground and Su Yu left straight away. The steward outside the venue was stunned for a moment before announcing in a strange way.

"The second round, the battle of painters, Jin Mantang wins!"

　PS Those who have read "National Treasure" should know that this "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" was painted by Wang Ximeng, a talented painter in the Northern Song Dynasty. After he finished painting, he disappeared. Some people said that he died young, but in fact he traveled to Lingtian Realm Hahaha (just kidding), quote it here, don’t spray it if you don’t like it, it’s purely a tribute~~
　　
　
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