The Wind River Cage formed by the fog butterfly was extremely powerful. Not to mention a Half-saint, even a normal Supreme Saint would find it hard to break through.
But now, the Wind River Cage around Gu Xu was only a faint shadow, almost undetectable.
"Humph!" The small fog butterfly flapped its rainbow wings lightly, and the Wind River Cage appeared clearly around Gu Xu again.
Faint saint power flames appeared around Gu Xu, resisting the Wind River Cage's power.
His saint power was being depleted at an extremely fast rate.
That was the power of Strange Wind and Weak Water, and it was the power of the Saint Path.
Ao Zhou stole a glance at Fang Yun, and thought about it. If he ran now, would he die a horrible death? If he didn't die a horrible death, he could run. Anyway, at this rate, he would definitely die in their hands.
"You're finally willing to go all out," Fang Yun said slowly.
The volcanic land under Gu Xu's feet had already completely collapsed from the powerful battle. He stood in the air, looking at Fang Yun without moving.
"Half an hour has passed," Gu Xu said coldly.
"Yeah, half an hour has passed."
As Fang Yun spoke, he released more Saint Path Literature Jades. But it wasn't ten, but sixteen!
The power of sixteen Saint Paths resonated, forming a visible Saint Path Ocean. It surged and roared, and together with all the power, it suppressed Gu Xu.
Although Gu Xu's power was suppressed, he still straightened his chest, fearless.
Kaboom …
Soft rumbles came from behind him, and ten Half-saint statues appeared at the entrance of the Thousand Saints Mountain. They also released white light, connecting to the back of Gu Xu's head.
But when Fang Yun took out a scroll, Gu Xu's aura skyrocketed. Another twenty Half-saint statues appeared from the Thousand Saints Mountain's cave.
Forty Half-saint statues were connected to Gu Xu.
There seemed to be forty white hairs at the back of Gu Xu's head.
Gu Xu's aura became extremely heavy, and also extremely obscure.
Translucent blood lotuses bloomed on the surface of his body, and merged into the Supreme Saint Golden Armor, becoming a powerful defensive force.
On the desk, Ao Zhou was dumbfounded.
Fang Yun's right arm had completely turned into an azure dragon. Fang Yun's hand had turned into a dragon's mouth, holding the Zixia Brush. However, the dragon's eyes were filled with white light, as if it lacked eyes.
Ao Zhou thought to himself, Isn't this the legendary Dragon Painting Finishing Touch of the Five Realms of Painting Dao? Fang Yun went to ancient times. Did he still have time to practice painting? Humans had the five realms of calligraphy, but there had never been a five realms of painting. What kind of power would the five realms of painting have?
A long painting scroll was laid out in front of Fang Yun. Fang Yun started from the leftmost end without dipping his brush in ink. With Ink Maiden's help, he began to write.
Fang Yun moved his brush extremely quickly. The Zixia Brush and his wrist seemed to turn into a shadow. In the blink of an eye, a lifelike mountain peak appeared on the drawing paper.
Ao Zhou recognized it at a glance. It was Mount Tai, but it looked like a primitive mountain peak. There were no steps, no pavilions, and no traces of a pilgrimage.
Fang Yun moved his brush, and Mount Tai directly rose from the paper. Then, it jumped out of the paper. It was not an illusion or transparent, but a small mountain that was two feet tall.
The Mount Tai in the drawing paper was still there.
Fang Yun gently raised the azure dragon's arm, and the azure dragon's eyes suddenly flashed with a flash of light, and lifelike eyes grew. Then, Fang Yun pointed at the floating Mount Tai on the drawing paper and continued to draw a mountain.
The azure dragon's eyes turned white again.
The moment Fang Yun pointed at Mount Tai, the scene of Mount Tai changed rapidly. A staircase to climb the mountain, a pavilion to rest, and even a pilgrimage ground appeared. It was exactly the same as the current Mount Tai.
Then, countless transparent people appeared on Mount Tai. They knelt down and prayed to Mount Tai.
The new Mount Tai flew high into the wind and disappeared in the sky.
Ao Zhou looked up, and a second later, a giant black shadow appeared in the sky.
A black shadow that was a few hundred miles wide descended rapidly, making a rumbling sound. It carried layers of flames and caused ripples in the dimension.
Mount Tai pressed down.
Gu Xu was not afraid at all. The fifth level of painting path might not be very powerful. Not to mention Mount Tai, he could even destroy the entire Saint Origin Continent with one punch. Not to mention that this Mount Tai only caused ripples in the dimension. It did not break the dimension, so its power was definitely limited.
Gu Xu slowly waved his left arm, ready to push Mount Tai aside and then attack Fang Yun.
The moment his hand touched the bottom of Mount Tai, the crisp sound of bones cracking echoed in the sky.
Then, Ao Zhou realized that the black shadow in front of him had flashed, and Gu Xu was gone.
Ao Zhou immediately flew out of the desk and looked down. He used his sacred will to see that Gu Xu's left arm had been broken, and his body had also been hit by Mount Tai. He was falling rapidly, and the sound of bones cracking came from his chest.
The Mount Tai of the fifth level of painting path was far heavier than the real Mount Tai, because it had the power of Lady Ink, Elder Brush, and so on.
Not to mention, in Fang Yun's Literature Realm, the mountains were shining, especially Kunlun Mountain, which was emitting a vast power.
The Ancestral Court of Wanshan, the master of the mountains.
In addition to Fang Yun's strongest power of all living beings in the Myriad Worlds.
The weight of this Mount Tai of the fifth level of painting path was ten thousand times that of the Saint Origin Continent!
This painting was completely a super powerful strength-type Saint Dao treasure.
There were very few strength-type Saint Dao treasures in the Myriad Worlds, because they were especially easy to break. They usually relied on strength and impact to increase their power, and would break after being hit.
After Fang Yun finished painting Mount Tai, he painted Mount Hua in the west, Mount Heng in the north, Mount Heng in the south, Mount Song in the middle, Mount Lu, Mount Putuo, and so on. He even took the time to paint a small old peach mountain.
All the mountains were the same. After he finished painting, they flew out of the painting paper, but their original forms were left on the paper. At the same time, Fang Yun's Dragon Painting gave them a finishing touch, and they flew into the sky.
Boom …
When Fang Yun finished painting Mount Song in the middle, a huge tremor came from below.
Gu Xu defeated Mount Tai.
"Fang Yun, I …"
A huge black shadow landed in front of him, followed by Gu Xu's groan.
Next, one after another, huge mountains flew out of the painting paper, and after they enlarged, they continued to fall.
Flood Dragon Sage Ao Zhou had been watching the show. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back, and his body stiffened. Was Fang Yun going to attack him? Or was there a powerful enemy behind him?
Ao Zhou trembled as he turned his head, and saw the Ink Tortoise's despicable appearance in front of him. He was using the tortoise's leg to put his arm around his shoulder like an old friend.
Ao Zhou was furious. He was the Flood Dragon Sage, and he was being treated as a brother by a mere inanimate object?
However, his anger quickly dissipated, and he squeezed out a fake smile.
This was because Ao Zhou helplessly realized that the True Dragon aura on the Ink Tortoise's body was above his!
It formed a bloodline suppression!
Ao Zhou screamed in his heart. He was not even as good as an ink slab!
The Ink Tortoise smiled and patted Ao Zhou's shoulder. Then, he looked down with joy.
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