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The ink wash landscape painting is like a thin sheet of paper, as fine as a hair when viewed from the side, but from the front it is like a vast and magnificent world that encompasses all things.
This is the Wang family's true trump card: Divine Paint.
To transform objects through painting, to enshrine spirits through painting, and to create boundaries through painting.
At this moment, many experts from the Wang family joined forces to use their divine magic to draw a circle on the ground, creating a prison.
The ink painting is a real two-dimensional world. If Wang Ye and Zhang Chulan fall into the painting, they will become the people in the painting, turning from living people into two-dimensional planes.
Once you fall into the painting, you become a person within it, and you can never break the limitation of moving from two-dimensional to three-dimensional.
Wang Ai was confident that no matter how strong Feng Hou Qi Men and Qi Ti Yuan Liu's abilities were, they could not break through the real world drawn by Shen Tu's abilities.
This was Wang Ai's plan: to imprison Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye inside the painting, and then use the Divine Paint teleportation technique to bring them back to the Wang family.
By then, the overall situation will be settled, and even if the Celestial Master and Lu Xuan were to arrive in person, they wouldn't be able to turn the tide.
As the ink wash painting of mountains and rivers falls, two worlds are separated, one inside the painting and one outside.
Zhang Chulan's thunder magic was completely submerged by the cascading water and mountains depicted in the ink painting.
Even the Qimen formation that Wang Ye had set up was on the verge of collapse, quickly losing its connection with heaven and earth.
Wang Ye has not yet grasped the true essence of Feng Hou Qi Men, and cannot control his own domain, so naturally he cannot contend against Shen Tu's "Painting World".
As the ink wash painting of mountains and rivers is completed, it will capture the two figures within its strokes.
Wang Ai could no longer suppress her smile.
After enduring countless hardships and painstaking planning, the Wang family has finally succeeded. With this triumph, the Wang family remains the undisputed leader in the world of supernatural beings.
But I could hear footsteps nearby.
Wang Ai's smile froze on her face.
At this moment, all things are silent.
Debris from houses flying everywhere, swirling and billowing Qi, Zhang Chulan unleashing his lightning magic, and the ink-wash landscape painting created by the combined efforts of the Wang family...
The actions and expressions of everyone present were frozen in time, becoming "eternal".
This world seems to have been frozen into a black and white expanse.
The only vibrant "existence" was that distant, resonant sword cry.
Chapter 82: In my opinion, they're nothing more than clay chickens and earthen dogs...
Outside the main hall of Wudang Mountain.
The golden roof gleamed under the setting sun.
The pilgrims had all descended the mountain, but a group of untimely figures quietly slipped into Wudang.
A figure completely shrouded in a robe, with only a few strands of white beard visible, stood in front, gazing at the Golden Summit of Wudang Mountain.
Wang Family: Wang Feng (secondary supporting role).
Wang Ai's younger brother, the current head of the Wang family.
If Wang Ai is the head of the Wang family, representing the face of the Wang family's thousand-year-old lineage and its infinite glory, then he is the true face of the Wang family, a ruthless knife that operates in the shadows.
Over the years, he has collaborated with Quanxing, or simply used Quanxing's name to do countless shady and dirty things.
He never imagined that he would come to Wudang one day, especially in this way.
The Wudang sect, with its thousand-year-old heritage, is about to perish today!
"Are you ready?"
Wang Feng's aged voice carried a hint of ruthlessness.
Behind him, members of the Wang family, also completely shrouded in robes, quickly approached.
"Third Master, I..."
A vicious slap sent the man staggering.
"How many times have I told you, what do you call me?"
"Boss, we're ready."
“The Quanxing members we brought with us this time have absolutely no connection to our Wang family, so they will never be traced back to us.”
"That's good."
Wang Feng nodded in satisfaction.
"The Quanxing Sect attacked the mountain, and Wudang was destroyed."
As he spoke, Wang Feng feigned emotion and even choked up a little.
"How pitiful! Those Quanxing demons not only slaughtered the entire Wudang sect, but also set fire to Wudang."
"The remains of the Wudang disciples have vanished without a trace, leaving only a few Quanxing corpses that were fortunate enough to survive the fire. Quanxing truly deserves to die!"
"It's just a pity that such a magnificent Wudang Hall is no longer there."
"Third... Eldest brother."
The Wang family member who had just been slapped said in a low voice.
"Isn't it too conspicuous of us to take action in broad daylight, all dressed in black?"
"What are you afraid of?"
Wang Feng stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of superiority.
Taking the lead, they headed towards the summit of Wudang Mountain.
"Now Wudang only has Zhou Meng, that old man, and at most Yunlong, who can't hold up the whole party alone."
"I brought over a hundred skilled fighters with me today. Even if those two are incredibly powerful, what can they possibly do to me?"
"Just follow me and charge up the mountain."
"Third Master... no! The eldest is right."
Wang Feng took the lead, followed by a group of skilled members of the Wang family.
At the entrance of the outer hall, two young Taoist disciples saw hundreds of people suddenly appear and couldn't help but raise their voices to warn others.
"Who are you?"
"Who dares to trespass on my Wudang Mountain?"
"Just two little brats, kill them."
Wang Feng spoke coldly, and several members of the Wang family rushed forward, only to see the two Daoist boys flee into the doorway.
"Hahaha!"
Wang Feng laughed without restraint: "Wudang has really declined. Even the two gatekeepers are so timid."
"Go! Kill them."
Several members of the Wang family chased after them and entered through the gate.
And then... no more.
Two minutes later...
Wang Feng frowned. This time, he had brought all the best fighters from the Wang family!
Just then, a sword rang in my ears.
Wang Feng and the rest of the Wang family were startled. They wanted to make a move but found that there seemed to be no enemy.
The sound of swords echoed far and wide, but no one was seen.
Does Wudang have sword masters?
Wang Feng frowned. Wudang has the inheritance of Tai Chi swordsmanship, but he has never heard of any masters of swordsmanship in Wudang today!
However, it is reasonable.
After all, it's a sect with a history of thousands of years, so having one or two top experts is still within acceptable limits.
Thinking of this, Wang Feng immediately spoke up.
"Gather all the personnel here, don't hold back any!"
"Yes, boss."
A few minutes later, hundreds of extraordinary individuals from the Wang family gathered here, their auras calm and composed, exuding an invisible aura of malevolence.
Clearly, everyone there is a seasoned veteran.
Wang Feng was relieved. His men were all highly skilled fighters who had risked their lives for the Wang family and fought their way up.
So what if Wudang has another sword master besides Zhou Meng and Master Yunlong?
How much skill do the remaining group of inexperienced Wudang disciples possess?
Ultimately, even the most powerful individuals are still within the realm of humanity, and under siege, they will perish.
Seeing his strong and well-equipped army, Wang Feng couldn't help but exclaim, "This round is in the bag!"
Wang Feng waved his hand, and hundreds of experts rushed forward.
Outside the main hall, under the setting sun.
A group of Wudang disciples were doing their evening prayers under the guidance of Daoist Yunlong.
Zhou Meng, Master Lu, Master Hong, and Master Fang were playing mahjong nearby.
At this moment, all is peaceful and serene.
Suddenly, two childish voices rang out.
"Grand Tutor, something terrible has happened! Someone has come to our door!"
Two young Taoist disciples rushed in.
Upon hearing this, the plaza outside the hall fell silent, and all eyes of the Wudang people turned to look.
Zhou Meng, Master Lu, Master Hong, Master Fang: "?"