The bubble held up by the white-haired old man was like an eggshell, which was smashed into pieces by the theater falling from the sky.
The old man was still talking, but Chen Luo could no longer hear him. In front of the fourth-level theater, this blood-level Jindan cultivator was like a baby in front of Chen Luo. On the surface, the two were cultivators of the same level, but the difference in strength was far greater than a million miles.
Boom! !
In the dark lake, huge waves tens of meters high rolled up and spread in all directions in a ring shape. Strong winds flew up from the bottom of the valley, making the leaves around rustle. The wooden house and the old man were smashed into powder by the falling theater, and a large amount of wood chips were scattered everywhere. In the process, the white-haired old man also displayed his innate magical power, but Chen Luo ignored it. It was better not to watch the innate magical power that couldn't even break the outer wall of the theater.
Brother Ling, who was hiding at the back and watching, had his mouth wide open, looking at the scene in front of him with a dull expression.
This is the 'old root'!
They had so many people in Wenxin Town, and they had spent more than ten years trying to defeat the powerful enemy who had not been able to do so. Now, they were swatted to death like a mosquito with one move.
"Come."
Chen Luo stood in mid-air and waved with one hand.
A large amount of black ink flew up from below and fell into his hands. The number exceeded one hundred drops. The moment he got the ink, Chen Luo finally understood how to use Hawthorn.
These inks are the finest medium.
If he wants to dye the world, he must get enough "ink". Use his own ink to paint his own world. Only in this way can he change the rules here, stand above the sky, and become a "god".
Brother Ling at the back was so shocked when he saw so much ink.
For those who live in Wenxin Town, ink is their food, a treasure that keeps their color from fading, and the most precious material in the entire area. The reason why the group of people in the Color Pavilion are so strong is because they have obtained enough ink.
They rely on ink to gather a group of people, and then use the system to exploit the middle and lower class people to work for them and help them collect ink.
The surrounding lake water rushed out of the valley and soaked the surrounding trees.
The damp smell of ink filled the entire area. After a long time, the huge wave of ink finally subsided and slowly flowed back along the low cracks in the ground.
Chen Luo fell from the air and stood at the door of the theater.
This fourth-level magic weapon replaced the original wooden house and became the building in the center of the lake. Brother Ling behind him also hurriedly followed and climbed onto the platform of the theater before the lake water receded. He no longer planned to return to Wenxin Town. This new boss is stronger than the Seven Colors Pavilion Master. If he surrenders to him, he will definitely have a good meal!
Chen Luo ignored Brother Ling. He stood by the water, watching the receding lake water.
Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand, and a black carp flew out of the lake and landed in his palm. This big carp was very active, its tail kept hitting Chen Luo's wrist, and its head was shaking from side to side, trying to break free.
The black lake water is almost the same color as the fish, and you can't see the fish at all if you don't look closely.
"Let's start with you."
Chen Luo reached out and took out a drop of ink, and poured spiritual power into it through his arm. The color of the ink quickly turned red under his control. This drop of red ink slowly merged into the carp's body under Chen Luo's control, and the black scales on its body changed visibly, and in the blink of an eye, it changed from black to a bright red.
The struggling movement also disappeared, and the carp in his hand began to rub his hand with its head, just like a puppy. Chen Luo sensed a vague connection from this color-changing carp.
"This is the real way to 'paint'. If you want to gain more power here, you must paint your own paintings."
This is a world where color is king.
Chen Luo threw the carp casually and it fell from his hand.
Plop.
A drop of water splashed, creating ripples on the water surface, and the carp flicked its tail and disappeared under the water.
"Senior, you can use me for dyeing! I'm more useful than fish."
Brother Ling looked at the golden carp falling into the lake and couldn't help but feel a little distressed. What a waste, such good ink was given to a fish.
"It takes more ink than expected."
Chen Luo ignored him. He was estimating the consumption of the carp after entering the water. The fish he "painted" felt the rejection from the lake water as soon as it entered the water. The water in the entire lake was rejecting it, trying to dye its color black.
Because the aura of this carp belongs to Chen Luo, it is Chen Luo's "painting". After understanding this, Chen Luo took out all the remaining ninety-nine drops of ink.
He poured spiritual energy into it, took out the talisman pen in his right hand and drew a line at the sky.
A blue stroke passed through the void, and ninety-nine drops of ink turned into a long rainbow under the control of the talisman pen and fell into the ink lake. The next moment, the dark water surface in the lake began to transform, and turned light blue at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The water quality is so clear that you can see the bottom.
“It’s not real water, it’s just a painting. With one stroke you can draw a lake.”
Chen Luo walked to the water's edge and touched the surface with his body. He could feel the connection between himself and the lake. As the lake water flowed, Chen Luo found that his spiritual power had become slightly stronger, an incomprehensible increase.
The colors here.
It can really improve your cultivation.
After understanding this, Chen Luo settled down here. This place is different from Black Mountain Village. You can only come here thanks to Brother Mummy's "adjustment of coordinates". I don't know when I will be able to come in next time. Chen Luo plans to make good use of this opportunity, starting from this valley, and "draw" this place into his own territory, using the characteristics of this place to improve his cultivation.
Brother Ling’s real name is Ling Tian. After seeing Chen Luo’s strength, he shamelessly became Chen Luo’s registered disciple.
Chen Luo had no objection to this, as he really needed a "local" to lead the way.
In the next few months, with the help of Ling Tian, Chen Luo found several "roots" and obtained a large amount of ink after killing them.
In addition to the old roots, there are also fibrous roots, so roots are not the only ones.
It is like a big tree with many branches. The deeper the roots of the tree, the more branches there are. Most of these roots are at the foundation building stage, and occasionally there are also those at the core forming stage. The fisherman that Chen Luo killed before was the strongest among them, and was called the old root.
Lao Gen has a secret that Ling Tian doesn't know, but unfortunately he is already dead and there is no way to ask him.
Things like tree roots will wither once they are killed, and their brains cannot be extracted.
Time goes by day by day.
The colors in the valley gradually returned to normal, and the area near the lake where Chen Luo lived also became exactly the same as the real world. The surrounding lawns turned emerald green, and the trees on the edge of the valley also had colors. Chen Luo's "paintings" were quickly rewriting the "rules" here.
As he was painting step by step, Chen Luo discovered a strange phenomenon: the trees he rewrote would also become tree people.
And he is the 'root' of these new tree people.
While practicing in this "painted" area, Chen Luo's sense of the heaven and earth's vital energy became clearer. As his cultivation level increased, the characteristics of the Nascent Soul Realm controlling the heaven and earth's vital energy began to emerge. Although it did not reach the level of a true Nascent Soul cultivator, it was far beyond the normal Jindan. The veins on the golden elixir in his body also became more and more complicated, converging with the spiritual river phenomenon around him, and there was a tendency to turn into the sea.
Around the lake, he could appear anywhere at will. This simple and easy-to-understand method was how Shanzha approached him. At that time, I thought it was some kind of unfathomable magical power, but now it seems to be just as Shanzha said.
The power of ‘color’.
In a blink of an eye, another half month has passed.
"Master, there are a few guests outside. They are the masters of the Seven Colors Pavilion."
The sound rang out from a fishing boat by the lake. This fishing boat was left behind by the white-haired fisherman. After Chen Luo obtained the ink, he modified it. Now the fishing boat is also Chen Luo's "painting".
"Bring it in."
Chen Luo had wanted to meet the Seven Colors Pavilion Master for a long time. Before, Chen Luo thought that the Seven Colors Pavilion Master was a foundation-building cultivator. Now it seems that the other party is collecting ink like him and using his own "painting" to immerse this place. He is his competitor.
If possible, he planned to kill this person and take away the ink he had collected. The specific decision would depend on the other party's cultivation.
Holding his breath, Chen Luo stood up and walked to the door of the theater.
There is a small platform here, where Chen Luo placed some tables and chairs, as well as a fishing rod. These are the relics of the white-haired old man, and Chen Luo has inherited them perfectly. With the "color", it is easy to "paint" the broken things back.
Not long after sitting down, Chen Luo saw two people flying over from a distance under the leadership of Ling Tian.
Like him, these two people can fly at low altitudes. The leader has a face as white as jade, a golden crown on his head, and light green clothes with dark green patterns on the cuffs. A brocade bag hangs from his waist, and with the jade-colored long sword behind him, he looks like a sword immortal. The other person is a woman, and she also has no less than five colors on her body. The spirit of these two people is very different from ordinary people like Shanzha and Lingtian.
"I heard before that a master came to Mo Shui Lake, killed Lao Gen, and rewrote the rules of this area by himself."
After the two landed on the platform, they looked around.
When the leader's eyes fell on Chen Luo, his expression fluctuated slightly, and the sword on his back trembled slightly, as if he was talking to him.
"Qionghua disciple?"
Chen Luo, who was about to speak, was also stunned for a moment. He looked at the leader of the Seven Colors Pavilion and took out a token from his storage bag.
"The True Teachings of Taixu?!"
The woman following behind the Seven Colors Pavilion Master was also stunned for a moment, and her hand that was pressing on the storage bag also stopped.
Under Chen Luo's gaze, the two of them each took out a token.
The true teachings of Taiyuan.
Tai Ling's True Teachings! (End of this Chapter)
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