A slender figure walked up from the pavilion on the mountain path that had sunk into the early morning fog.
Flowers bloomed on both sides of the stone steps she walked on, and a fragrant scent wafted through the mountain.
The woman walked straight to the white pavilion that was hard to detect. When she saw the painter in the pavilion, she couldn't help but smile. "When I stepped into the flower maze, I felt that something was wrong. Although it was difficult for ordinary people to distinguish the various fragrances mixed with the smell of the earth, there was no smell that could escape me. It was the smell of ink."
The Incense God walked to the white pavilion and stared at the woman who had fooled thousands of sadhus and ten gods.
The woman was wearing a veil, and her figure was exquisite and graceful. The way she held the brush in her hand was even more beautiful and enchanting. Even without seeing her face, one could feel that her peerless beauty made the surrounding scenery pale in comparison.
The Incense God felt a little strange.
She thought that her charm was unparalleled, but for a moment, she was absent-minded. It seemed that she was also attracted by this quiet, indifferent, and mysterious woman …
"I've seen through your trick. Seeing that you're a beauty, I'll allow you to confess your sins!" The Incense God smiled and swept away the strange feeling in her heart. She looked at the beauty with a sense of scrutiny.
The beauty stood there and slowly turned around. She also looked at the Incense God, but one of her hands was still drawing in front of her. There was no ink on her brush, but her gentle strokes seemed to have caused some terrible changes in the flower maze that was melting in the sunlight!
"I have advised you to put down the brush in your hand." The Incense God's tone was a little heavier.
The woman didn't answer and continued to draw in the beautiful scenery.
The Incense God subconsciously looked at the Desolation City in the distance and saw a huge monster in the center of the city. It was a poisonous flower dragon. This dragon's body was made up of dozens of thick branches and colorful pythons. Its body was like the roots of a plant, and when it twisted, the earth could be seen moving up and down!
The vines were like a wild dragon that connected the city. They crisscrossed, and the flower maze suddenly came alive. All the beautiful colors faded away and turned into a part of the flower dragon. The flower dragon's body became taller and taller, comparable to a heavenly tree. Countless branches and pythons shot out like stars and stretched towards the horizon. For a moment, the city outside the city was also covered …
It even spread towards the entire Shen 'du!
The Incense God saw this shocking scene and couldn't believe it.
The huge flower city was just a drawing in the woman's hand. This was already quite shocking. What the Incense God couldn't understand was that this artist seemed to be able to draw directly in reality. The wild flower dragon that was wantonly flying towards the entire Shen 'du was her drawing!
"Take her down!" The Incense God sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly ordered.
Three Arhats appeared in the fog of the mountain steps. They quickly rushed up and stood in three different positions of the white pavilion with Flash Step.
Their expressions were serious, and their gazes were sharp.
One of the finger arhats made the first move. His fingertip flew out like a sword and turned into a terrifying penetrating force, flying towards the woman's neck.
The other two arhats made their moves at the same time. They used fist and palm techniques respectively. One could see a fist bigger than a mountain pressing down, and a palm wider than a city pushing out.
The woman stood in the pavilion and still didn't react to the attacks of the three arhats.
The green mountain was directly shattered. If Shenmingzi's power wasn't controlled, it would even sweep towards the Shen 'du. Fortunately, when one reached the God Realm, they could control their power and the spread of their energy.
The mountain was shattered, but the white pavilion was not damaged at all. It was standing in the ashes of the mountain, and the woman in the veil was not harmed at all.
"How is this possible?" The Incense God was shocked.
The three arhats were also stunned by the scene before them.
How could the three of them not be a threat at all? Even God Generals and God Masters would react to such an attack. Why did it feel like this woman didn't exist …
The three Arhats continued to attack, unleashing all sorts of Grand Luo Divine Arts. The entire region seemed to have fallen into an abyss in an instant, where even sunlight could not shine in. Everything in the surroundings was constantly being annihilated and sunk due to the overlapping of these divine arts.
The white pavilion was still quietly suspended in the air, as if it was in another world. People could only see it, but they couldn't touch it. The woman in the pavilion was still painting. With a light stroke, she wiped away all of the magical powers of the three arhats. With another casual stroke, she actually drew out the shattered green mountain. Then, with a heavy stroke, she gave the peerless flower dragon a finishing touch …
"Roar!!!"
The flower dragon standing in the Shen 'du seemed to have unlocked all its shackles and seals. Its draconic aura swept out wildly, and the world instantly darkened. The sun disappeared.
The wild flower dragon raised its claw and slapped at a person in the center of the city.
That person was Saint Leader Hua Chong. Although the red-eyed arhat beside him was one of the strongest, he didn't know what to do in the face of such an unbelievable scene!
Saint Leader Hua Chong had been slapped away three times. He spat out blood, and his bones felt like they were falling apart.
This small Hua City hid even deeper secrets. These gods seemed to have stepped into a taboo of gods and devils. They were no longer the rulers of a world, and were more like lowly survivors.
The ascetic monks suffered heavy casualties. Three of the six arhats were in the pavilion. Arhat Eagle was heavily injured, and Saint Leader Hua Chong lacked powerful protection. The wild flower dragon that had just awakened in the first light of dawn was like a demon king. It crazily trampled on this fragile world, and the dazzling Xiashan City of the Shen 'du was buried underground one after another!
"Stop her!!" Saint Leader Hua Chong shouted.
The cries reached the mountain pavilion, but the Incense Deity was at a loss as to what to do.
She felt that some of her ideas were about to be overturned. A painter's realm was so high that he could turn the real world into a barren wasteland. He could draw a world-destroying dragon god that could trample on Saint Leaders and arhats as he wished …
The pavilion in front of her was clearly her painter, but she couldn't destroy it even after using all her strength. The painter inside didn't even care about her, the Incense God, and the three arhats. He only cared about painting, and tortured the ascetic monks, Saint Leader, Shenming, and arhats in the city!
Looking from here, the heavily injured Arhat Eagle didn't manage to escape Hua City. He was slapped into the ground by the wild flower dragon's tail, and turned into a pile of flesh and blood.
How could they make her stop?
The Incense God even felt that if they didn't make her stop, all the gods that came to hunt down the culprit would die!
The three arhats were already panting. They had never encountered such an absolute domain. The little pavilion was like a holy temple. With their power, they couldn't even leave a mark on it.
There weren't many ascetic monks left. The Goddess of Painting was still ravaging everything in the pavilion. Half of the huge Divinity was destroyed.
Fear was written all over the Incense God's face. Everything was beyond her understanding. She even wanted to turn around and run away.
But at that moment, a beam of auspicious light flew over from the direction of the Divinity like a bird. It was very fast, and it didn't take long for it to land in front of the white pavilion.
The Incense Deity gazed at this holy and brilliant radiance. Within the radiance, there was a woman wearing a sari and a peacock crown. Because of her, the gloomy world was illuminated by morning light. Rays of morning light followed her divine radiance and sprinkled into this terrifying area.
"Xuan Ge!" The Incense God's face lit up, and her eyes were filled with joy.
God Xuan Ge bathed in the radiance. Its divine radiance scattered the sunlight into this chaotic area, and once again dissolved the surrounding green mountains, the surrounding ruins, and even began to dissolve the pavilion that the three arhats could not break.
In the pavilion, the woman was still painting, but her brush was out of ink again.
She turned her head, and her soft hair hung down beside her beautiful face. The thin veil couldn't hide her breathtaking beauty. She looked at Xuan Ge, and Xuan Ge flicked out a ball of holy light. The holy light flew towards the pavilion, and the pavilion began to melt!
"Damn it! We must consign her to eternal damnation. This demoness painter is looking down on Divinity! "The three arhats became angry out of humiliation.
In fact, when they saw Xuan Ge descend, they felt relieved. After all, they used all their strength and couldn't even break the painting room.
However, Xuan Ge stretched out a hand and signaled the three arhats not to go forward.
The three arhats were puzzled.
For a painter like this, once they broke her painting realm, she shouldn't have anything to fear. In terms of pure strength, they should be superior.
The Incense God approached Xuan Ge. At this moment, only Xuan Ge could give her a sense of security.
The Incense God looked at the melting pavilion and found that the pavilion was like ink soaked in water. It was dispersing bit by bit, dissolving bit by bit …
What was even more inconceivable to the Incense God was that the woman in the pavilion also began to dissipate like smoke. She was clearly a living body of flesh and blood, and she was clearly playing with everyone in the palm of her hand …
But she … she … was also a painting.
It was a lifelike painting.
"Picture-in-a-painting!" Finally, the Incense God came to a realization.
A scene that made her soul tremble uncontrollably appeared in the Incense God's mind.
There was a Painting Deity. She sat quietly somewhere in the Immortal's Capital. She spread out a painting scroll and drew a woman who was painting in a mountain pavilion. In front of her was a hanging painting, and in the painting was an ancient city with flowers blooming all over the sky.
A person in the painting, a person painting, a painting in a painting.
This shocking scene was also someone else's painting realm. She was in it and thought that she had seen through the woman's painting realm, but she didn't know that she was still in a person's painting!
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