Chapter 564
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"Boom!"
In the painting, black smoke rose to the sky.
The black smoke rose to the sky and turned into clouds of tribulation. The clouds of tribulation were huge, and countless lightning bolts were rolling in the clouds.
"Rumble!"
It was as if the heavens were pressing down on everyone's heart.
"My tribulation, ah, my tribulation!" Someone screamed.
"No, it's not yours, it's mine. Did this painting draw out my tribulation?"
"Impossible, I'm only at the fourth level of the Qi Realm, how can I feel the tribulation?"
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Sounds of shock came from all around.
Lightning was about to strike?
Vast heavenly might? This painting brought out the Heavenly Might and suppressed countless cultivators, causing them to lose their judgment.
The scene in the painting also seemed like it was about to come out of the painting.
Although there were no humans or demons in the painting, the feeling was the same. It almost broke through the layer of film and entered the real world.
"Another painting that creates spirits?" Mo Yu Xi's expression changed.
Meng Ziqiu's group of Virtuous Paragons were silent. They all smiled bitterly.
Wen Ruo looked at her own painting and then at Sima Yuntian's painting. She sighed and said: "Teacher's paintings are always so powerful. Using the 'tribulation' to counter my 'doomsday', I'm impressed!"
Sima Yuntian shook his head and looked deeply at Wen Ruo, "The 'Heavenly Tribulation' didn't destroy the 'Doomsday', it's just equal. No one has completely suppressed the other. My tribulation cloud didn't disappear and your Doomsday wasn't pushed back into the painting. Let's consider it a draw!"
Wen Ruo looked at Sima Yuntian and smiled: "Okay!"
"Another draw?" Mo Yu Xi frowned.
Yan Chuan nodded and said, "A painting battle is like a battle of power. If one side wins, the other side's illusions will be severely suppressed. Right now, no one can do anything to the other. It can only be a draw!"
"But!" Mo Yu Xi frowned.
Yan Chuan shook his head. He wasn't worried.
On the stage.
"In just a few hundred years, your painting has already caught up to mine. In terms of painting, you are more talented than me! I already know that you've been expelled from the Julu Academy. I can only feel sorry for you. There's nothing I can do! "Sima Yuntian took a deep breath and said.
"Thank you, teacher!" Mr. Munro smiled.
With that, Mr. Munro walked down the arena.
"Prince Yan, this is all I can do!" Wen Ruo smiled bitterly.
"That's enough!" Yan Chuan said confidently.
As he spoke, Yan Chuan stepped onto the arena by himself. As he walked up step by step, everyone around him looked at him with excited gazes.
Yan Chuan had gathered Spider King, Wen Ruo, and Yi Feng. They had all displayed world-shocking power of Wen Dao. As their leader, what would he do? Yan Chuan was the main character of the competition for the Investiture of the Gods.
In the arena, Yan Chuan looked at Sima Yuntian with confidence.
Sima Yuntian, one win, two draws!
Yan Chuan, one loss, two draws!
Sima Yuntian calmed himself down and looked at Yan Chuan with a frown.
"You've already lost one round and tied two rounds. What's the point of the last round?" Sima Yuntian said in a low voice.
"There's still 'books' left. We don't know who will have the last laugh!" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Books? Haha, I, Sima Yuntian, am proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. But the truth is that I'm only proficient in books! "
"I'll win!" Yan Chuan smiled.
Chen Ping, one of Sima Yuntian's disciples, suddenly shouted.
"What a joke. Yan Chuan, are you crazy? Four rounds of zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. You have no chance of winning at all. There is only one round left. How can you win? You can't win! "Chen Ping shouted.
Chen Ping voiced out everyone's thoughts. That's right, the outcome had already been decided. How could Yan Chuan say such words? There's only one round left. Even if you win, it'll only be a draw.
Yan Chuan looked at Chen Ping and smiled.
Sima Yuntian raised an eyebrow and looked at his youngest disciple. "Do you have the right to speak here?"
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