Chapter 4683: The flaws of the painting path

Qin Guang's pupils shrank.

Even though hundreds of millions of years have passed, this name is still like a myth to anyone in the creation period.

Even far above the God of War.

Qin Guang frowned: "The man in the painting, the method of the God of Literature? But he is just at the critical point. Even if he can take action, he is limited by the spirit of the universe. He still can't reach the level of the God of Literature, right? Why can he use it?"

Qin Qian felt a toothache and said, "My good grandson... has a deep understanding of the Tao. He taught me it again and again."

Qin Guang was helpless.

Chu Yan is indeed a headache.

It is no exaggeration to say that all Chu Yan's troubles now are actually caused by Chu Yan himself.

Without Chu Yan, The Hard-faced Scholar wouldn't even be able to reach the critical point.

Of course, it can also be seen from this point that Chu Yan has a very profound understanding of the great road, and has even begun to have insights into the unique way of the great road.

This is the most important thing.

All sentient beings are cultivating the Great Dao, but most of them study according to books, follow the path of their predecessors, and imitate their cultivation.

But only the truly strong will understand that if you want to truly get out of this universe, you have to go out of your own way.

Blindly imitating others will eventually come to an end and there will be no way out.

However, many people in the Creation Period understood this, but it was too difficult to find their own way.

Everyone knows that the road ahead is over, and there are only so many roads left. The ancestors have already walked out, and there are not many left.

Chu Yan happened to walk out on this road.

Qin Guang sighed: "This kid... just keeps doing random things every day."

Qin Qian looked at it without saying a word.

He didn't think Chu Yan was a fool, this was Chu Yan's own way, and this was also a way for Chu Yan to verify his own way.

The only troublesome thing is the current tough scholar.

…

Boom!

At this time, the scholar with the iron mask walked into the piece of origin paper. His figure seemed to turn into ink the moment it came into contact with the origin paper. It was directly integrated into it and became one with the origin paper.

The next moment, a horrifying scene appeared.

The originally empty Origin Paper suddenly began to change.

It seems as if heaven and earth were born.

The scholar seems to have created a universe on his drawing paper. When he splashes ink and paints, the world emerges.

There is a blue sky, white clouds, sun, moon, and stars.

"cover!"

At this moment, the iron-faced scholar let out a low shout, and the source paper quickly poured out and turned into a huge sky curtain, engulfing Chu Yan.

Chu Yan frowned, and then he felt that the world was spinning, and then the world around him was different.

He also entered the painting.

The tough-faced scholar smiled at him and said, "Chu Yan, welcome to my world."

Chu Yan glanced around: "The world of paintings?"

The tough-faced scholar nodded: "Chu Yan, this is my world, what do you want to do to fight me? Here, I am the king of everything, I can have anything I want."

After saying this, he waved his hand, and an eagle flew out of the sky.

Then the brush in his hand was sprinkled again, and gods and Buddhas were born.

Chu Yan watched silently and nodded slightly: "It has a bit of cosmic charm, but unfortunately... a painting is still a painting after all."

The hard-faced scholar frowned: "What do you mean?"

Chu Yan smiled and said: "This world of yours is fake. You can create everything here, but you can't create everything."

The tough-faced scholar snorted: "It's ridiculous. I have one stroke in my hand and I can draw everything in the world."

Chu Yan nodded: "Indeed, the Hua Dao... Everyone has underestimated this path. This path is very interesting and a very big path. It can even open up the universe. However, this path also has one biggest flaw. "

The tough-faced scholar was stunned: "Defect? What do you mean?"

Chu Yan stood still and said calmly: "I have actually been observing your Tao since just now. I have been thinking that all Taoists have flaws, and the Painted Tao is no exception."

The tough-faced scholar frowned: "All great ways have flaws? This is impossible, my way doesn't have any!"

Chu Yan shook his head: "No! All avenues have flaws. Even the path I believe in has flaws. No path in this world is perfect and has its own flaws. And I have always believed that one must be brave enough to face one's own flaws. Instead of choosing to escape, this is what a strong person should do.”

Are there flaws in faith in the Word?

some!

In this world, no one is perfect, and no Tao is perfect!

Belief in the Word itself is a flaw.

When a person loses faith and forgets his original intention, this avenue itself will collapse. This is the flaw of this avenue.

Paintings also have flaws.

Chu Yan laughed and said: "You know? The reason why I dare to let you break through the critical point, and dare to take action against you at the critical point, and give you the opportunity to break the rules, is that I have a certain degree of confidence. I have been from the beginning I was looking for a flaw in the painting and now I found it.”

The tough-faced scholar shook his head: "No! I don't believe it, it's impossible! Tell me, what are the flaws of the painting?"

Chu Yan said calmly: "Time!"

The hard-faced scholar frowned: "What do you mean?"

Chu Yan smiled and said: "The biggest flaw in painting is... there is no time here, and there is no time for painting. Painting... after all is just to record the beauty seen in that moment, but there is no time here, just like you now, you You keep saying that you are the god and the creator of this world, and you can paint the whole world with just one brush! But there is one thing that you will never be able to paint.”

The tough-faced scholar was shocked: "I will never be able to draw it? Chu Yan, are you kidding me? I have this pen. In this picture scroll world of mine, I can draw even gods."

After saying this, he waved his hand and drew a god of literature and a god of war beside him.

The tough-faced scholar smiled ferociously and said, "Did you see it? Even if the gods allow me to create, you think there are things I can't draw? Okay, tell me."

Chu Yan raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Wind!"

"wind?"

The tough-faced scholar was stunned: "What kind of wind?"

Chu Yan smiled and said, "It's just an ordinary wind. You draw a wind and I'll take a look."

The tough-faced scholar gritted his teeth, then took out his brush and began to paint.

But when he lifted it up, he froze.

Because he found that he couldn't draw it anyway.

In other words, there is no way to write.

He...can't draw gracefully!

Because wind itself is colorless and odorless, how should you paint it?

Chu Yan smiled and said: "Did you see it? This is your flaw. There is no time in the Painting Road. It is just a moment of beauty. However, I have time. At this moment, you may be invincible, but in the next second, I can kill you, and your paintings are of no use to me!"

The next moment, Chu Yan stepped forward in one step.

A timeline of time emerged beneath his feet.

It was as if he had stepped into the future, and he moved forward step by step.

The face of the tough-faced scholar changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe it! So what if I can't draw well? At this moment, it's enough that you are not as good as me, I can still kill you! Go!"

Whoosh!

In an instant, countless powers from the world in the painting quickly spurted out.

All gods and Buddhas, goshawks and mad dragons, gods of war and gods, all rushed towards Chu Yan.

The countless lives in the paintings seem to tear Chu Yan apart inch by inch.

Every character in the painting has reached the San Gong realm. The two paintings of the God of Literature and the God of War are vaguely even higher. Although it is not the critical point, it is infinitely close.

This is the power of the world in the painting.

Here, the Scholar with the Iron Mask can speed up his painting.

The tough-faced scholar saw countless paintings rushing out, ready to kill Chu Yan at any moment, and said with a ferocious smile: "Boy, everyone can tell lies, but now you still have to die in my paintings?"

Chu Yan stood on his timeline and looked up, shaking his head indifferently.

Then he continued to move forward, choosing to ignore the paintings.

The tough-faced scholar's pupils shrank: "Are you looking for death?"

puff!

The next moment, the nearest painting still attacked. It was an extremely realistic giant dragon. The six-legged dragon claw thrust forward and penetrated directly through Chu Yan's heart.

But then, something strange appeared.

Such a terrifying claw penetrated directly after hitting Chu Yan.

Chu Yan continued to walk forward without any injuries.

"No!"

The tough-faced scholar's pupils shrank: "How is this possible? This is impossible! You, why are you fine?"

Chu Yan smiled and said: "I said, painting is flawed. There is no time here, and I am no longer in this time and space. How can your paintings hurt me?"

He shook his head: "Everything should be over, so what about the critical point? If you dare not listen to me, Chu Yan, you will die!"

The tough-faced scholar shook his head wildly: "No, no! I don't believe it! This is a lie, this must be a lie! Come together and kill him!"

Wow!

The next moment, countless of his paintings rushed out.

The gods of war and literature are all there.

Terrible.

Puff puff!

However……

No matter how many paintings there were, none of them could hurt Chu Yan.

Those paintings all passed through Chu Yan's body.

Chu Yan strolled, leaping over countless paintings step by step, and walked directly in front of the scholar with the iron mask: "I can succeed you, and I can also defeat you! I think I already know what the critical point is, and now everything should be done it's over!"

After saying this, he reached out and made a move, and a terrifying sword sound sounded, and then he swung the long sword in his hand forcefully.

Heaven and earth are always full of daylight!

The entire world in the painting is covered in white.

Boom!

The next moment, the world trembled.

Click!

Outside, countless people looked up and stared at the origin paper.

They couldn't see clearly what was going on in the painting.

Boom!

But at this moment, there was a loud noise, and the original drawing paper exploded, and then collapsed in front of everyone.

The sky was directly enveloped by a ball of ashes, causing everyone's pupils to shrink.

"what happened?"