"No, we didn't know in advance that he was a natural formation master, and we just knew it. But in the past five years, he has been immersed in paintings and is getting thinner day by day. Now he thinks he is painting his energy and spirit and his blood on the drawing paper."

Wu Tian stared at Wu Daoxuan's slightly thin back, tears of distress flowed from the corners of his eyes.

A man doesn’t cry easily, but he hasn’t reached the sad place.

Wu Tian is already a middle-aged man in his forties, but he feels extremely guilty when he thinks that his youngest son has been silently enduring unknown pain for five years.

But he was also extremely pleased with the son of the genius formation master today.

"Okay, no matter what happened, since I have already made a request to break the engagement, I will definitely not take it back because you are a formation master now. Then let's fight. I want to see how you, a genius formation master, defeated me without drawing patterns."

A hint of emotion and self-blame flashed slightly on Lin Qinyin's beautiful pretty face, but in the end she still looked at Wu Daoxuan, who was covered by another self, and said calmly.

"You can take action and use your strongest drawing skills to attack me. I'll let you have a move first." Wu Daoxuan said, while flew his hands and drew a complex and mysterious array pattern on the physical portrait on the surface of his body.

As soon as he finished speaking, the physical portrait, which was originally a little taller than himself, converged into his body with the activation of the new array pattern.

After the physical portrait with the rolling blood energy was converging into Wu Daoxuan's own body, his originally thin figure suddenly became slightly tall and majestic.

"Come on, this should be my real figure when I was fifteen years old. But because my energy and spirit have been repeatedly sealed in the drawing paper for several years, it has led to my thinner day by day. Missing people grow old, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." Wu Daoxuan stood tall and said with great courage.

At this moment, Wu Daoxuan's tall figure seemed to be a mountain standing in the hearts of everyone, and it would not disperse for a long time.

Looking at Wu Daoxuan, who had become one head taller than him, a tear fell quietly in the corner of Lin Qinyin's eyes. She choked and said, "Why are you so stupid? Why do you have to spend years sealing your energy in the drawing paper!?"

"Because when I didn't know that I was a formation master, as a waste of painting, I just wanted to use my own way to relieve my longing for you and give you a painting treasure that can protect you. But luck makes people feel good. Now I want to use this painting treasure that was originally intended to protect you. It's use of it to defeat you. It's useless to say more. Take action and use your strongest painting skills."

Wu Daoxuan said with a little longing, a little remembrance, and a little helpless smile.

After listening to Wu Daoxuan's sincere words, Lin Qinyin did not say a word, but instead burst into bright milky white painting aura, and then the painting aura condensed into hundreds or thousands of notes and patterns.

Under the combination of Lin Qinyin, these notes and patterns gradually condensed into a milky white glove and were placed on her slender right palm.

"Don't die, I'm heartless Guanyin Palm!" Lin Qinyin shouted coldly with a pretty face.

At the same time, Lin Qinyin's right palm was fiercely imprinted on the motionless Wu Daoxuan's chest.

Suddenly, a dazzling white light emanated from Wu Daoxuan's chest. When the white light disappeared, an extremely tall Guanyin enveloped Wu Daoxuan and Lin Qinyin's bodies.

The sound of the Sanskrit is spread throughout the painting field, but the sound of the Sanskrit is not to save people and become Buddhas, but to carry endless sadness, making people feel heartless!

Some of the people present, whose cultivation was lower than Lin Qin's voice, heard the sad and heartless sound, some howled and some looked cold and ruthless.

Even elders who were more powerful than Lin Qin were more or less influenced by Sanskrit.

Wu Daoxuan, who was directly attacked by the ruthless Guanyin Palm, was not happy or worried, especially when his body suddenly burst out with red patterns.

When the red lines flashed, the originally tall white Guanyin was absorbed by Wu Daoxuan's body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was completely absorbed in a short while.

"Thank you for the hospitality, thank you for letting me feel the sound-based qi surging in the meridians." Wu Daoxuan stared at the beautiful and pretty face that was close at hand, and wanted to reach out and stroke it, but he raised his hand halfway, and finally took it back. He took it back and thanked calmly.

While Wu Daoxuan was speaking, there were also a large amount of free white sound-type aura in the world, which flocked into Wu Daoxuan's body through the red lines.

In a blink of an eye, Wu Daoxuan's shoulders emanated from windlessness, and his body also floated, especially a black pen tip pattern behind him appeared.

After seeing the scene in front of him, Lin Qinyin suddenly realized it. She asked, "Did you have been studying the natural brush strokes on your back skin in front of the mirror for the past five years so that you can learn without a teacher and become a master of the formation?"

"Yes, although you also have a blue pencil picture on your back, you already have a strong talent for practicing phonology and painting. I think you won't take the initiative to study the pattern structure of the pencil picture. But I am different. After being labeled as a waste of painting, I placed all my hopes on the innate pencil picture on the back. After four years of day after day research, I finally awakened the talent of the array master."

Wu Daoxuan stared at Lin Qinyin's surprised pretty face and said proudly.

"Is the drawing pattern of the pen tip on your back complicated?" Lin Qinyin asked curiously.

"It's very complicated and mysterious. Over the past five years, I have only found out the mystery of the patterns and created three painting array patterns, namely the seal array pattern, the guardian array pattern, and the devouring array pattern. Now I rely on these three array patterns to fight you, and the remaining mystery of the patterns will be found by you." Wu Daoxuan explained with a strong sense of reluctance.

Thinking of the about to cut off a piece of skin on his back and for Lin Qinyin, Wu Daoxuan was a little reluctant, a little helpless, but no resentment.

Because he still loves her.

"Do you think that you who devour my energy in painting can defeat me?" Lin Qinyin could only remember Wu Daoxuan's efforts toward him silently, but she would never take back what she said, just the water she poured out. She said a little unyieldingly.

"I am now in the realm of a black painter, almost one great level higher than your white painter's realm. You will definitely lose. I will return your painting spirit to you, take it, the heartless Guanyin Palm!" Wu Daoxuan chuckled and swung his right palm fiercely at Lin Qinyin.

Suddenly, the surging black painting aura was released from Wu Daoxuan's body, and quickly condensed into a black statue of Guanyin covering his whole body, especially his right palm was pitch black as ink, and waves of sad and angry sounds had been conveyed.

"Impossible! The ruthless Guanyin's palms are three times in a row! The ruthless, the ruthless, the ruthless!" Looking at the black palm prints getting closer and closer, Lin Qinyin shouted wildly, her beautiful face became without any expression, and her right palm was swung out three times in a row.

As Lin Qinyin waved her palm, her upper body was also covered and protected by the white Guanyin statue. This time, the attacks made by Lin Qinyin included three energy arms condensed by white painting energy. Notes and patterns flowed on it, and the hidden Sanskrit sounds were also transmitted.

Especially the last one can only measure the arm, and red appeared faintly. It looked particularly real, just like Guanyin's jade arm, white and red.

With Wu Daoxuan's palm swing, the black Guanyin statue covering his entire body was first peeled off into notes and patterns, peeled off from him, and then condensed into a complete Guanyin statue in front of him.

When the Guanyin statue was fully combined, her tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, her jade mouth opened, and tens of thousands of Sanskrit drawing symbols spewed out of her mouth.

The appearance of this complete Guanyin statue is exactly the same as that of Lin Qinyin, but it is black and looks a bit evil.

The three white painted arms that Lin Qinyin waved were finished, and the black Guanyin statue swinged by Wu Daoxuan was hit in three directions.

The two sides collided in the flash, and a loud bang, bursting out bright black light in the air, with a small amount of white light dotted inside, but in the end the white light was completely swallowed by the black light.

As both sides of the battle, Wu Daoxuan, who was floating in the air and Lin Qinyin on the ground were both blown away by a violent explosion at close range.

When the vast black painting energy returned to the world and gradually disappeared, the people who had been watching silently saw the scene clearly and couldn't help but suck in a cold air.

At this moment, a deep pit with a diameter of one meter appeared in the center of the venue, and some tables and chairs were broken and overturned.

Lin Qinyin collapsed in the arms of her father Lin Xiao, with blood flowing from the corner of her mouth and a comfortable smile hanging on it, like a withered flower bud, sad and charming.

"Yin'er, wake up, don't be scared to be your father..." Lin Xiao gently shook the body of his daughter in his arms and shouted nervously.

Lin Qinyin was still breathing, but she was shocked and suffered a little internal injury. After Lin Xiao's shouting and entering his own painting spirit through her back, she woke up quietly.

"She should be fine. After all, at the moment of explosion, there were Guanyin patterns on her upper body. But what I want to say is, Uncle Lin, your daughter is defeated, and from now on she will no longer be my Wu family's wife, I will divorce him!"

Wu Daoxuan stumbled back from the crowd, and after saying that, he vomited a large mouthful of blood, his face very pale.

At the moment of the explosion, Wu Daoxuan had no protective measures around him. He was blown away by the shock wave and landed on the edge of the painting field, and was seriously injured.

But with this belief, he dragged his seriously injured body and walked back to Lin Qinyin.

After Lin Qinyin woke up, she didn't hear anything else, only the short half sentence of 'I gave her a break' kept lingering in her heart.

With a wow, Lin Qinyin cried, crying very hard, everything was caused by herself.

She regretted why she had to practice the Sutra of Reluctance and the Sutra of Reluctance and the Sutra of Reluctance. This pair of matching painting scriptures and painting skills made her gradually forget the goodness of her childhood sweetheart.

She even regretted why she had to make a ruthless request to break off the engagement in front of the guests in the hall.

He was waiting for him, who had silently given himself and had no talent for painting, but was actually a genius formation master, but she was heartlessly forgotten about her past feelings and wanted to impact the supreme way of painting souls.

I never thought that he, who was forgotten by her, had already understood the way of painting the soul while thinking day and night.

After saying that passage, Wu Daoxuan could not hold on and was shaking.

Wu Tian hurriedly hugged his youngest son's weak body in his arms and cried, "Child, you have suffered, you can sleep with peace of mind."

"No, Father, please cut off the skin on my back. Since she wants to attack the supreme soul painting method, I will fulfill her. After all, our Wu family has divorced her and will compensate her no matter what." Wu Daoxuan said firmly.

Wu Tian lowered his head and stared at his youngest son who had been ignored. Seeing that although his eyes were dull and unrefusing, there was an undeniable decisiveness flashing in it. After pondering for a moment, he nodded helplessly and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you for my father, but you're so weak now. If you cut off your natural pattern skin, you might die immediately. You'd better wait until you recover your wounds and cut them."

"Just die, die. I am already in love with you now, but I just haven't been able to do filial piety to you and grandpa." Wu Daoxuan said miserably.

"My wife of Daoxuan, it's enough. Our Lin family is sorry for your Wu family. Keep your pattern skin by yourself. I'll announce now that I'll give you half of the Lin family's wealth and you can rest assured to heal." Lin Xiao hugged Lin Qinyin, who was crying loudly, and looked at Wu Daoxuan, who looked extremely tall, and said vigorously.

Wu Daoxuan did not nod or shook his head, as he agreed to the wealth given by Lin Xiao, but after a while, he stood up again from Wu Tian's arms, took out a dagger and gave it to Wu Tian, ​​and said, "Father, please help me cut off the patterned skin."

After saying that, Wu Daoxuan took off his clothes and displayed the slightly mysterious black brush strokes in front of everyone.

Wu Tian held the dagger in his hand and couldn't bear to cut it. Seeing this, Wu Daoxuan urged: "Father, if you don't cut it, let me do it myself. Anyway, after five years of training, my arm can go around my back well."

Although Wu Daoxuan said this, Wu Tian still couldn't do it. At this time, Lin Qinyin had gradually stopped crying. She suddenly stood up and choked up and said, "Let me do it, let me play the role of Wuqing Guanyin to the end."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tian glanced at Wu Daoxuan, and saw that he did not refuse, he had no choice but to hand the handle of the dagger to Lin Qinyin.

After taking the dagger, Lin Qinyin first stroked Wu Daoxuan's back with her left hand, as if she was missing the days when she took a bath together. She kept calling out: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

After stroking for a long time, Lin Qinyin hardened her heart and cut off the entire piece of skin as big as a palm along the edge of the pen drawing.

During the process of cutting the skin, Wu Daoxuan gritted his teeth and persisted without any humming.

When the entire piece of skin was cut off, the connection with Wu Daoxuan's body was completely cut off, and his hair turned white quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A large amount of black life spirit poured into the cut skin, twisting and curling it into the shape of a real brush tip.

Wu Daoxuan turned around with difficulty, looked at Lin Qinyin for the last time, and said goodbye: "This is the divorce book I gave you. I will not write the word divorce book. From now on, you will no longer be the wife of the Wu family. Farewell forever. My former love, I wish you to reach the top of the painting path as soon as possible. If you regret it at that time, you can use this piece of skin as a painting paper to draw me, and maybe you will succeed. Also, I would like to remind you to protect the blue pencil picture on your back. Losing it is equivalent to losing your life."

After saying that, Wu Daoxuan's body became smaller and smaller, and his skin shrank, and immediately turned into a skinny and fell to the ground and died.

The cut skin appears to be more and more life-filled, but what’s the use? It’s still a piece of skin, a piece of skin cut from the back of a natural formation master, not a human!

"No..." Lin Qinyin, who was so close to her, completely collapsed and quickly held a dagger with Wu Daoxuan's blood and stabbed it into his heart.

But Wu Tian stopped him immediately. He shook his head and was in sorrow.

For a moment, the entire painting scene became noisy, and the crying of sadness continued.
Chapter completed!