Chapter 80 The Finger of Painting Broken Golden Cicada

The so-called painting is just an obsession with painting for ordinary talents.

But for practitioners, painting Taoism is a great practitioner who has been painted into Taoism, painted and practiced, and may even become a great practitioner who is obsessed with painting mountains and seas.

Lin Yi held the golden cicada pen in his hand, and a dazzling golden light emitted from his palm, as if he was holding a golden sun in his hand. At the same time, the golden vertebrae in his body suddenly shook and was about to leave his body.

"How could this happen!" Lin Yi felt the counterattack power from Jin Chan's pen, as if to shake the internal organs in his body and break through the spiritual world in his mind, and this golden power directly collided with his vertebrae, as if to compete with the hidden power in his vertebrae.

"Break it!" Lin Yi looked serious and shouted loudly.

The five fingers on his right hand still clenched the golden cicada pen, and the blue veins on Lin Yi's arm suddenly moved, and the huge force quietly burst out from the palm of his hand, and then a golden shadow of a bright bird rose behind him.

When Mr. saw the phoenix-like shadow, he became a little stunned. He stared at the faint big bird behind Lin Yi and began to understand what this meant.

"It turned out to be its inheritance!" The gentleman whispered to himself.

He shook his head slowly, and a smile appeared on his honest face, fading his previous astonishment.

Zhu Moyang can't see the virtual shadow behind Lin Yi. It's not that his cultivation is insufficient for him to see, but his attention is focused on Lin Yi's right hand.

The golden light is like the sun, and the golden cicada pen emits endless thick light. Lin Yi's right hand began to surge away the power of heaven and earth to resist the rebellion brought by the golden cicada pen. He was the only one who was not brought into meditation by the golden cicada pen, because his eyes were still open, staring at the golden cicada pen in his hand.

Zhu Moyang once held the golden cicada pen, and he also made the pen shine golden, but it was not as strong as Lin Yi at this moment, and his sober time was only kept for about two hours.

The reason why Lin Yi can stay awake is that his spiritual strength is too strong.

Maybe it's because he has been refined by the fusion power of yin and yang, or maybe the life-and-death training he has experienced in his two lives has made him extremely tough, but if Lin Yi himself, then he will know that in fact, this is just the infatuation that he has spent decades painting!

For Lin Yi, the infatuation of painting is his spiritual power, and spiritual power is the energy generated by fantasy.

Everyone has a soul, so people are full of sadness.

But not everyone can find the use of the spiritual power brought by the soul. The golden counterattack power of the golden cicada pen can measure people's obsession with certain things, such as painting, calligraphy, rhythm, kendo, practice...

Lin Yi, Tang Feifei and Zhu Moyang are all obsessed with painting, so they have no rejection of Jin Chan's pen, but at this moment, Lin Yi feels that the counterattack of Jin Chan's pen is to occupy his spiritual power, so he is not unyielding, thus stimulating his power to protect his original hidden in the vertebrae.

This power is mysterious, and it is also the vertebrae left by the owner of the instep. Sir can know what this vertebrae means, but he will not choose to tell Lin Yi at this moment.

Because this is not a help, but a disaster!

Lin Yi's deep eyes looked closely at the golden brush in his hand, and he knew that this was not a real golden pen.

The virtual shadow of a golden cicada pen wanted to invade his spiritual power, which was absolutely not allowed to happen, so his face began to slowly become ferocious. He lost his youth and became like a devil. Then at the golden cicada pen shadow, his right hand burst into incomparable strength. Quantity!

Power is the power of the vertebrae, which is the instinctive power to protect the owner, because the vertebrae is full of sacred breath and is not eroded by the power of the world. Moreover, Lin Yi's own cultivation is still weak. How can he, who is at the peak of bone refining, resist the golden cicada pen virtual shadow condensed by this gentleman?

Therefore, the power of protection can easily break the counterattack power of the virtual shadow of the golden cicada pen, with a fragmented sound, as if it had broken the crystal ball.

click!

A soft sound came from Lin Yi's hand, like the sound of glass cracking.

Zhu Moyang looked at him in surprise, with only shock on his honest face, extremely shocked, and his eyes were full of incredible eyes. The gentleman looked at the other party crushing his golden cicada pen, shook it with a smile, and did not say anything.

After a long time, the sound of clicks still spread from Lin Yi's hands and crisply reached the ears of the four people present to stay awake.

Zhu Moyang was surprised, Tang Feifei was completely ignorant, and his husband always showed admiration and smile.

Jin Guang began to restrain in the painting workshop, but Lin Yi's face was still extremely ugly. In front of his forehead, sweat had already fallen like raindrops. It could be seen that his form at this moment was so severe that he could no longer care about any unnecessary thoughts.

Therefore, a beam of light also burst out on Lin Yi's body, a beam of silver light, just like the silver light emitted by the silver fruit before, which made people dare not look directly, pure and full of holiness! After the golden light of the golden cicada pen was illuminated by the silver light, it seemed to be penetrated by this power, and Xu Xukong dong appeared, almost collapsing.

This is a contest between light and light, which is invisibly with unimaginable power, but in the end, it is obviously Lin Yi's light that protects the Lord better.

With a bang!

Lin Yi suddenly grasped it with his hand, and the golden cicada pen smashed. The three saw that the virtual shadow of the golden cicada pen in his hand immediately disintegrated and then turned into a few dazzling golden stars floating in the air.

The floating golden stars were like fireflies flying in the night. Lin Yi looked at the golden light floating in front of him, but his heart suddenly relaxed for some reason.

After a moment, he turned his head and looked at Mr. Chang Wei without any hesitation and said, "Thank you for this opportunity, but this golden cicada pen does not seem to be able to enter my spiritual world!"

When Mr. heard the words, he smiled indifferently, looked at Lin Yi with wise eyes and said, "You are very good. You are the second person who can crush the golden cicada pen shadow!"

"Xiaosheng took the liberty to ask, I don't know who was the first person to crush this pen!" Lin Yi looked grim and asked very seriously.

Sweat still flowed on both sides of his cheeks, dripping down his knife-like face to the precious wooden board on the ground of the painting workshop. However, with the impact of sweat and the board, there was a melodious sound!

The sweat fell on the wooden board, and the sound was like a tinkling spring, but at this moment, it emitted an unusually pleasant rhythm sound. Lin Yiyu frowned gently and thought about it for a moment and no longer cared about the sound. Is this melodious sound really the sound of sweat hitting the floor?

Mr. looked at Lin Yi's serious expression and saw that he had just emerged from the two forces. He smiled and turned to the wooden window.

Wise eyes looked at the two rapidly blooming pink peach blossoms in the courtyard, and Mr. did not answer Lin Yi's question directly. Just the next moment, a voice more beautiful than any sound suddenly came into the painting workshop.

I only heard the voice and said, "The first person to crush the pen shadow of the golden cicada is me!"

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