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In the blink of an eye, another three months passed.

Meng Fan knew that he had followed his master far away.

perhaps, he would soon be able to walk out of the Azure Dragon Mountain Range.

Meng Fan had never been there before, but he had heard of it before. If one walked out of WuTown, passed through tall mountains, stepped into Azure Dragon Mountain Range, and then walked towards the northeast direction through Azure Dragon Mountain Range, they would see a huge city called Sun City.

This city was a military fort of the Great Qian Empire.

I heard that within the Sun City, there are tens of thousands of homes, towering city walls, protecting the common people within. Because Sun City reject Fire Cloud Empire from the north, this place is filled with exotic customs, and there are all kinds of outsiders coming and going.

Meng Fan was full of expectation for such a big city. He didn't know how long he would have to walk before he could see the city. He didn't know how far he would have to go.

Compared to going to the Sun City, Meng Fan was more worried about his master's body.

For the past three months, the painter, who had an extraordinary bearing, seemed to have contracted some sort of illness and was coughing frequently.

These days, it was even more serious. The painter's eyes were filled with fatigue; he often walked and had to stop to rest. For this reason, Meng Fan didn't dare to ask and only helped the painter carry as much as possible.

On this day, they arrived at a rare clearing in the forest. It was a gently sloping hillside filled with red and yellow wildflowers. There were even many bees and butterflies dancing in the air. It was quite beautiful.

When the painter told him to take a break, Meng Fan answered and immediately took off his painting set to begin painting.

Over the past few months, Meng Fan had gotten into the habit of starting to draw whenever he stopped. After drawing all the scenery and people he could, he started to draw what he imagined, including what he dreamt, as taught by his master.

From the first painting, Meng Fan drew another dozens of dreams, starting from the heroic woman in the red cape with a sharp sword in her hand.

What he didn't know was that just that heroic woman in the black armor and red cloak was enough to make many martial artists go crazy. This was because once that heroic woman had completely comprehended her martial arts spirit and divinity, then her martial arts would advance by leaps and bounds.

Even if one failed to comprehend the essence and hung it in the middle of the main hall, watching it daily would affect one's senses and bring about all sorts of benefits.

Meng Fan himself did not know.

The person in the first painting was none other than a powerful Divine King named Meng Niuniu.

His granddaughter.

The painter looked at Meng Fan who was painting in the distance. Suddenly, his throat felt a little sore, and he coughed a few times. Then, he used a handkerchief to cover his mouth and opened it again.

The painter's expression was very calm.

"It seems that the time is running out."

As he said this, the painter actually laughed.

The God Realm, Arcane Empire, and Dharma King of Transcendence were all refining his body.

And the Buddhism Realm was definitely refining his soul.

Therefore, his time was running out.

But he didn't know why, but from the bottom of his heart, he felt grateful to Xumi Buddha .

He couldn't help but recall that after he charged out of the God Realm, he brought Qing Yao and landed on a continent. There were many small countries and sects on that continent, and in order to recover his cultivation, he had directly refined the entire continent.

To him at that time, that piece of land was like a wild fruit, and it was a very, very small one. Swallowing it all in one go was actually not very useful at all. It was better than nothing.

As for the creatures of the continent, those sects with thousands of people, those cities with thousands of families, or even those small kingdoms with hundreds of thousands of people, in his eyes, they were even smaller than ants.

It was not as if these creatures were even smaller than ants.

In fact, the combined power of all those kingdoms was not even comparable to an ant.

Since when had he forgotten his original intentions?

Perhaps, it was after his battle with First Son of Chaos?

Maybe, it was after Dhyana Dynasty, after Tian Zhimei's death?

Maybe, it was after his Chaos World, after he had become a Heavenly Dao?

He forgot.

But now, he had found his original intention.

For this, he was very grateful to Xumi Buddha .

He had done what he had to do, and he had paid the price.

To leave safely and become a legend was perhaps the best outcome.

"Master!"

At this moment, Meng Fan suddenly let out a loud shout, and the paintings in his hands fell to the ground.

The artist casually put down his handkerchief and looked over. At the bottom of the hill, there was a charming and beautiful figure battling with a handsome man who appeared to be frivolous. As the woman fought, she constantly retreated and several ancient trees had their bark torn off.

This scene scared the young Meng Fan quite a bit!

They were two powerful experts!

The painter looked over and saw that the young girl was really pretty. Even though she was frowning, she looked very cute.

As for the man in front of him, he seemed to be a bit older. He had a frivolous smile on his face the entire time. When he fought with the woman, he didn't seem to use too much strength, but rather seemed to be playing around.

The painter was stunned.

Why would these two people appear here and now?

It seemed that the small changes in cause and effect, such as Meng Fan's cowardice and the arrival of the painter, had caused the entire Void Sector to experience a change.

"Bai Shui'er!"

That frivolous man laughed. "It's best that you admit defeat. In the end, you are no match for me. Don't wait for my men to arrive. If you admit defeat, that will be ugly!"

Bai Shui'er bit her lips and said, "Xu Xiu, shut up!"

Xu Xiu and Bai Shui'er's palms collided with each other. Bai Shui'er immediately somersaulted backwards and landed on the ground. She took a few steps back before stopping.

Xu Xiu had his hands behind his back and looked calm and collected.

At this time, the two people, one in front and one behind, saw the painter and Meng Fan on the hillside.

However, they quickly retracted their gazes.

This was because they could tell that the painter was an ordinary person and seemed to be sickly. As for the youth, he was only a body refining second level brat. He did not seem to have any fighting spirit, so he was not worth noting.

At this time, wild roars came from the forest, and after a few breaths of time, a dozen or so men that looked like bandits and riding a few Demonic Beast wolves charged out.

That Bai Shui'er was surprisingly body refining sixth level. At such an age, she could be considered an expert, but the Xu Xiu in front of her was body refining eighth level. The surrounding bandit like men were all around body refining fifth level.0

A superior was obvious.

"Master …"

Meng Fan called out nervously.

The artist nodded, walking slowly up the hill with his hand behind his back.

However, none of the people fighting below gave him a glance.

The painter came to Meng Fan's side and whispered, "At a time like this, would you think that if I had even more power, I would be able to save that girl?"

Meng Fan was too nervous. He looked at the painter in surprise. He thought to himself, "Why is Master still so indifferent at this time?"

The artist walked down step by step.

Meng Fan instinctively wanted to stop his master, but in the end, he did not raise his hand or open his mouth. He felt stubborn and stubborn, gradually waking up, making his legs seem like he was following behind his master.

The painter walked down one step at a time.

He casually picked up a tree branch.

Ye Zichen pointed at the empty space.

That's right, he was just an ordinary person with common sense. He had never stepped into the Martial Dao.

However, this did not stop him from controlling the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi.

This.

A scene that made Meng Fan and everyone at the foot of the hill dumbstruck happened.

The sky, which was originally a few thousand meters wide, suddenly became dark clouds. Then, it started to rain as fast as lightning.

"For paper, rain is the color of ink, and elemental energy is the brush. Master will draw a picture for you today, it might be faster, so you have to look carefully."

The painter said.

The tree branch in his hand trembled.

Meng Fan's eyes lit up.

He saw it.

He saw the rainwater condensing into thousands of sharp blades.

Then, at the bottom of the hill, Xu Xiu and all the bandits, as well as the wolves under them, landed their heads on the ground.

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