Those immortal kings stood together, whispering to each other.

Without comparison, there is no harm. Liu Wuxie's mountain map is full of spirituality, as if what appears in front of them is not a painting, but a real mountain.

That kind of artistic conception is indescribable.

The ten paintings of the young master were still placed in place and suddenly became dull.

"What a wonderful painting technique, this is the true vividness and ingenious craftsmanship!"

Zhuang Du took a step forward and wanted to reach out to touch the painting, but was shocked by a powerful airflow.

"This painting actually contains the power of heaven and earth."

The sudden appearance of power shocked countless people. Liu Wuxie was not a portrayal, but a condensation of the power of heaven and earth.

Looking closely, the phenomenon of seven horizontal and seven vertical lines appeared on Liu Wuxie's painting, which is the unique skill of the painting saint.

"It's amazing! It's so wonderful. From the side, you can even see the entire mountain clearly. This painting can not only see the front, but also the side and the back. This is incredible."

Many people walked around the painting and watched from four directions, and the scenes they saw were different.

This is very terrible. It doesn’t look like a portrait of a young master, you can only see the front, because each of his paintings is just very similar and lacks a sense of artistic conception.

Qin Long approached little by little, stood in front of the portrait, and actually burst into tears: "I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I could still see seven horizontal and seven vertical lines, and I have no regrets in this life."

The woman in green first fell on the portrait and soon fell on Liu Wuxie's face. She wanted to know how Liu Wuxie understood the method of seven horizontal and seven vertical lines. Could it be that he is really the descendant of the Painting Saint?

A faint golden light penetrated out of the painting and began to spread around.

The monks who were shining with golden light made comfortable moans, which was a mighty aura.

After being baptized by the noble aura, the dirt in their bodies was disappearing rapidly.

"I seem to have made a breakthrough."

A golden fairyland broke through his cultivation for no reason, with a look of confusion on his face.

Breakthrough

The man suddenly knelt in front of Liu Wuxie and kowtowed three times at Liu Wuxie. He had been stuck in the Golden Immortal Realm for decades. He had no hope of breaking through to the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm in this life. It was Liu Wuxie's painting that changed his qualifications.

Although other monks have not broken through their cultivation, their qualifications have grown a lot.

"You guys look at these ten paintings by the young master."
Chapter completed!