How Dare Thousands of People Lay Down Their Hands And

Chapter 469: How dare the thousands of people surrender?

The scenery in front of Master Yankang changed abruptly. When the light returned to normal, he saw that they had arrived in a heavenly palace. Here, there were towering palaces, continuous sacred mountains, and divine light illuminating the world.

“Is this the world in the painting?”

Imperial Master Yankang was extremely shocked. If this was the world in the painting, then it was too vast!

He looked around and saw that the heavenly palace had no end in sight!

The sky is filled with high and mighty gods, some are majestic, some are sacred, and some are transcendent, but more of them are gods walking around, looking for friends, toasting each other, and toasting each other.

Qin Mu took him into the painting and into this heavenly feast. The long corridor was like a bridge, neon lights were flying, the sun and the moon were hanging on the pavilion, and the lanterns had divine birds covered in flames as candles, emitting light and heat.

There were also goddesses playing the strings of the harp and blowing strange musical instruments, and there were women dancing on lotus leaves in the air, with flowers falling all around them.

There was a drunk god who staggered here and there, holding a wine jug and staggering to tease the goddess who was shyly avoiding him.

Master Yankang was overwhelmed by the sight. They were actually in the center of the feast. There were countless gods all around them, and the sacred mountain in the distance was shining brightly.

Tu Bo was not far from him, with nine curved horns on his head. He sat motionless, and flames beneath him were spinning like an abyss.

There are also several extremely majestic beings, standing high above, with unknown faces, and their majesty is no less than that of Tu Bo.

"Master, you look like a country bumpkin entering the city, just like me when I first entered Inlaid Dragon City!"

Qin Mu laughed loudly. Suddenly, a goddess who passed by brought a pot of wine on a plate and drank it down with her head tilted back.

The goddess was furious and shouted, "Where did you come from, little devil? This is the sacred wine for the gods, and you dare to touch it?"

"Nonsense!"

Qin Mu raised his foot and kicked the goddess away, took another pot of wine from the flying plate, stuffed it into the hands of Master Yankang, jumped onto the jade table in front of a high and mighty god, and drank it with his head raised.

The god was furious and raised his acre-sized palm to strike down. Qin Mu reached out to draw his sword, and his broken arm flew out.

Qin Mu laughed loudly, threw the jade table away, and shouted: "The sun and the moon in poetry, the immortal in wine, the hero flies up to the sky from the flat ground!"

laugh--

The high and mighty god was beheaded by him with one sword. Qin Mu broke into the palace with his head, causing a great disturbance in Lingxiao. Countless gods and men suddenly rose up and attacked him. Qin Mu's sword flashed, and he blew away the high gods one by one, cut off their heads one by one, and rushed to Tu Bo's side. He hung the head in his hand on Tu Bo's horn and laughed: "I am banished to Penglai, and now I am in front of the Jade Hall of the Abbot in Treasure Clothes!"

Tu Bo suddenly stood up, shook his body, and suddenly his divine body became ten thousand feet tall, with endless divine fire under his feet.

Qin Mu activated the sword ball, and eight thousand swords circled Tu Bo, spinning in a sword-circling style, cutting the great god into countless pieces. Then he rubbed his hands together, and countless flying swords swept in all directions like long dragons. He was so excited about the killing that he laughed loudly, "It will take a dragon body a hundred feet long, and phoenix wings covering the forest!"

Countless gods and men came like a tide and drowned him.

Divine light shot up into the sky, and Qin Mu rose up from his broken limbs and arms, playing the sword and singing, unrestrained and uninhibited: "Thousands of men dare not stand up to me, and thousands of gods look back and cannot bear the power! State Master, I will destroy the god in your heart!"

Imperial Master Yankang laughed heartily. All of a sudden, his previous dejection was swept away. He became more energetic and said loudly, "Why do I need you to destroy the god in my heart?"

He walked forward, the sword in his hand flashing, his fighting power was higher than Qin Mu's, and wherever he passed, gods fell down.

In Lingxiao Palace, countless gods and demons rushed in and killed them.

Qin Mu and National Master Yankang stood shoulder to shoulder and back to back, slaughtering people at the gate of Tianmen.

After a long time, the corpses of gods and demons piled up all over the mountains and plains, and endless gods came, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

"How long will this killing last?"

Imperial Master Yankang shouted, "You guard the door, I will go and kill the Emperor!"

Qin Mu replied: "You go!"

Imperial Master Yankang rushed into the Lingxiao Palace, where corpses of gods were scattered all over the floor.

boom--

Master Yankang flew back and hit the wall of the hall next to Qin Mu. Qin Mu was shocked. The gods here were obviously weak in cultivation. The painter who painted this magnificent scene was not talented enough, so even he could kill them.

However, Imperial Master Yankang was beaten back by the Heavenly Emperor!

Qin Mu blinked his eyes and thought to himself that it was not good: "This painter is also a flatterer. I'm afraid he has used all his painting skills on the Emperor of Heaven, so the Emperor of Heaven in the painting is so powerful."

Pastor Qin, who is deaf, has a deep understanding of the power of a painter's paintings.

The power of a painting depends not only on the painter's skills, but also on the subject of the painting.

The stronger and deeper the painting skills, the more powerful the things that are painted will be. Of course, it also depends on the painter's degree of care.

This painter didn't pay much attention when painting other gods and demons, and didn't put much effort into them, so the strength of these gods and demons was not strong, and even the strength of beings like Tu Bo was average.

Who the subject of the painting is is also extremely important.

For example, the painting of the young village chief by the deaf man and the picture of the sword god carrying a sword show his amazing power!

This painter must have been extremely attentive when painting the Emperor of Heaven, so as to capture the Emperor's spirit and charm. Therefore, this Emperor of Heaven is so powerful that he was able to knock Imperial Master Yan Kang away!

Qin Mu felt a little worried. He brought Master Yankang into the painting to break the fear in the master's heart. If Master Yankang couldn't even beat the Emperor of Heaven in the painting, this setback would probably completely destroy the master's faith!

But at this moment, Imperial Master Yankang came down from the wall and rushed out again, his fighting spirit raging without any decrease!

After a while, State Master Yankang flew back again. Qin Mu urged eight thousand swords to slaughter the gods who came over. He looked at the State Master on the wall and saw that State Master Yankang was beaten black and blue.

"Well, this is a bit tricky. The power of the Emperor of Heaven in the painting is probably above that of the gods..."

Just as he thought of this, Imperial Master Yankang rushed over again.

Bang.

Master Yankang was beaten back again.

This happens again and again.

The Sky Gate in front of the Lingxiao Palace was already filled with corpses of gods and demons. Qin Mu was exhausted and out of breath. However, National Master Yankang kept rushing towards the Emperor of Heaven on the top of the Lingxiao Palace, but was beaten back again and again, each time more miserable than the last.

Qin Mu's eyes flickered as he prepared to take out the Five Thunder Pot. He thought to himself, "Even if I have to blow this place up, I can't let the Emperor of Heaven in the painting completely defeat the Imperial Master..."

Imperial Master Yankang rushed out again. After a moment, all the shouting and killing sounds suddenly stopped. All the gods and demons outside the Lingxiao Palace showed expressions of fear and turned around and fled in all directions.

Qin Mu was stunned and looked back, only to see National Master Yankang standing behind him holding the Emperor's head.

Although Master Yankang was covered in wounds at this moment, he smiled, and his smile was very innocent.

The two looked at each other and laughed together.

Imperial Preceptor Yankang raised his arm and threw the head of the Heavenly Emperor far out of the Lingxiao Palace, saying loudly: "Bring the sword out of the forbidden area, hold the emperor's head in your hand. The Heavenly Sword is really heroic. At this moment, I actually understand the artistic conception of his swordsmanship and swordsmanship!"

Qin Mu felt sore all over, and walked towards the hall, saying with a smile: "You are a big pervert, your comprehension is too high. Grandpa Tu taught me for so many years, and I finally figured out the beauty of his swordsmanship. And you are a swordsman, but you can understand his swordsmanship. My comprehension is far inferior to yours."

Master Yankang turned around and said seriously: "A person's understanding will grow as his vision and knowledge improve, and so will his wisdom. Your current cultivation strength is not enough. When you reach my level, you will have the possibility of understanding all mysteries. In the future, you will not lose to me, but will be stronger than me. You can think of using the heavenly feast to break the god in my heart and let me rebuild my Tao heart, but I can't think of it. Why do you belittle yourself, Master?"

Qin Mu came to the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, dragged the headless body of the Emperor of Heaven to the side, sat on the throne, and asked in surprise: "Master, do you think I can surpass you in this straight line?"

Imperial Master Yankang said with a smile: "You are a younger generation. If the younger generation cannot surpass the older generation, then this world will be too sad. What's more, you are a tyrant."

Qin Mu was full of confidence and nodded, "That's true. I have a domineering body, so I'm definitely stronger than you."

Imperial Master Yankang’s face darkened.

Qin Mu moved his buttocks, making room for half of his seat, and said, "Come, sit in the seat that only the Emperor of Heaven can sit in."

The Imperial Master hesitated: "This...is not good, right?"

"Come, sit down. The view is great here!"

"good."

Yankang Imperial Master sat down, and the two of them looked at the scenery outside the Lingxiao Palace. After a while, Yankang Imperial Master said, "The world is in my sight. Sitting in this seat, I hold boundless power. The birth and death of any world and any living being are all in my mind. Master, do you have this desire for power in your heart?"

Qin Mu sat there and said leisurely: "If I say yes, will you kill me immediately and get rid of the trouble for the emperor?"

The two looked at each other, and Imperial Master Yankang retracted his gaze and said faintly, "No. I will only be on guard against you."

He stood up, his face calm again, as calm as before, as if nothing could change him. However, Qin Mu knew that after experiencing this heavenly feast in the painting, Master Yankang's Taoism had entered a realm that was unpredictable.

His determination to succeed in the Dao is so strong that it cannot be destroyed.

At this time, Imperial Master Yankang no longer had any flaws in his Taoism.

Qin Mu stood up and walked out of the painting, with a realization in his mind: "Only by breaking the despair in your heart can you ignite greater hope and fighting spirit."

The two walked out of the mural on the wall, one after the other, with their feet on the ground.

Imperial Master Yankang looked back at the mural, and saw that the palace in the painting was still there, but there were countless corpses of gods and demons in the sky. Some of the gods and demons were hiding in the corners, trembling with fear on their faces.

Qin Mu stepped forward and erased the few strokes he had drawn, and the mural returned to its original state.

Qin Mu scratched his head and said puzzledly: "The painter who drew this picture is very accomplished, not inferior to me. But why is this painting missing a corner? With his accomplishments, he can make the people in this painting have life, and everyone in the event can move around and communicate, but without this corner, the painting is dead."

"It was probably damaged."

Yankang State Master walked outside and said, "The battle outside should be over, right? It's time to let Xiong Xiyu return to the position of Palace Master and merge the Western Territory into Yankang State."

Qin Mu followed him and said with a smile: "If you have the emperor's will, reading the imperial edict at this time and conferring Xiong Xiyu as the master of the True Heavenly Palace, the effect should be better."

Imperial Master Yankang took out the imperial edict and said, "Before I set out on this trip, I had the emperor write the imperial edict in advance."

"The emperor is also an old fox." Qin Mu sighed.

The two men left the hall, and suddenly a statue of a goddess in the mural moved. She looked around and found that there was no one around, so she jogged out of the painting along the wall.

————The third update! Zhaizhu hasn't eaten yet, so I'm going to eat and then watch TV. On Hunan TV, Zhaizhu made a fool of himself on stage, forgot his words, and had stage fright. What are you waiting for, brothers? You must go and watch it!