With the Supreme Painting Bone, Xiao Huiming once again operates the spiritual power, the magic medicine and spirituality in front of him, spontaneously emit a weak light, and then directly into countless spiritual forces, along the palm of Xiao Huiming, directly into his body, and then directly into the sea of heaven and fairy heart.

Under the action of the Supreme Painting Bone, the sea of the heavenly heart at this moment is like a bottomless pit, and after the spiritual force of hundreds of herbs and spirituals is injected, it is like a mud cow entering the sea without any reaction.

Xiao Huiming was not in a hurry to start a detailed cultivation.

After a long time, the spirit of the sea, drifting out of a wonderful quality of aura, no need to absorb, the supreme painting bone is only a slight movement, is the direct refining, perfect integration into the original spiritual torrent, the most surprising is that this spiritual force did not increase even a trace of spiritual strength in the small Huiming body, but these spiritual forces completely fused together, so that the quality of spiritual force, once again improved some.

This is the magic of the supreme painting.

Xiao Huiming's cultivation is six days of kung fu, and when he wakes up from cultivation, he feels that in the sea of heaven and fairy heart, the spiritual power is surging, as if the tide is endless.He believes that his own strength is now almost more than doubled than before cultivation, although he has not directly broken through to the late stage of the Wonderland, but he has a feeling that it is not far away.

He stepped out of the exclusive courtyard briskly, stretched out a lazy waist, looked at the whole royal painting, the cloud mountain fog cover, full view.

"It won't be long before my cultivation will break through to the end of the wonderland, and even if I encounter a second-class elder like this, I should be able to shake it head-on."Little Hui Ming looked at the whole palace and smiled a little.

Since the Supreme painting bone began to really play his magical role, his strength, began to advance directly, from just looking forward to their own can enter the royal painting cabinet, to now about to participate in the assessment of the three-level elders, even only a few months, this said almost no one dare to believe.

The only thing that makes Xiao Huiming somewhat regret is that the five-line spiritual force is only the spiritual power of Lei, and he has explored several exercises, and the spirit of the world is still the practice used by previous generations, not his original, and truly his own practice.

With the cultivation of not improving, Xiao Huiming is also more and more feeling that the exercises he has is too few, he has a strong will, that is, he can enter the imperial painting cabinet of the Tibetan scriptures, choose the exercises and martial arts.

However, he also understood that if he wanted to arbitrarily enter the Tibetan scriptures to select the exercises, his current discipleship is impossible, and only if he becomes a third-level elder, only to be a third-level elder, and then he will get special treatment and obtain the qualification to enter the Tibetan Jingu.

At present, it is imperative that, naturally, pass the assessment of the three-level elders as soon as possible, and become the three-level elders in the green robes like Su Mu and Yanxi.

The assessment of the three-level elders, there are still four days left, Xiao Huiming suddenly has an impulse to move around, to take a look, and even want to break through the back garden of the Virgin Mary as the last time, and he also wants to go to Ziyu Tianjun to see this mysterious old woman, what is being done.

Whether it is an enemy or a friend, now, in the name, he is still a disciple of Zi Yutianjun.

Even though they only know this, they both know it.

Xiao Hui Ming believed that the horse walked slowly from the reindeed, and unconsciously, he was already at the door of the Tibetan painting cabinet.

“Shut up, who?”

A loud low drink pulled the little wise from thought back.

Little Huiming looked up and saw only the door of the Tibetan painting cabinet, two guards in blue robes, standing in silence, one of them glared at him.

"Good for you, my name is Hui Ming, and I want to come and see you, Zi Yutian."

“Wisely?Are you the one who came back alive from the trials of the spiritual painting space, and won the first wisdom in the qualification competition of the third-level elders?”

The blue-clad guard asked curiously.

“It’s down there.”

Little Clever smiled and nodded his head.

"I heard that you also killed Zhuo Yifan and Duan Yunbo, so that they did not even have the opportunity to directly smash the card of life?"

Another blue-clad guard asked curiously.

Xiao Huiming smiled slightly and said, "Actually, they have a chance to escape, but I don't know why they don't escape, since they don't run away, then I can only kill them, otherwise, it is my brother who died."

"All right!Kill well.That section of Yunbo is a disciple of the Imperial Painting Pavilion, always bullying those of us who can't get into the door, have been repeatedly punished by the royal painting cabinet, but also repeatedly do not change, and now dead is clean, dead, a hundred, haha.

The blue-clad guard suddenly shouted and laughed.

“Do you have a problem with your brother?”Little Cleo asked curiously.

"Some, like him, when I was not yet into the royal painting cabinet, I met in the spiritual mountain treasure hunt, as if the boy got some great magic cheat, just met me, afraid that I robbed him, directly shot, beat me into serious injury, if not purple jade emperor, in the parade encountered me fainted past me, I am now a yellow soil."

The blue-clad guard was suddenly hurt, and he could never forget the events of that year.

"Brothers do not be discouraged, you will not die, there will be blessings."Perhaps after a while, encountering any good opportunities, cultivated directly for a day and a thousand miles, will soon become a disciple of the Imperial Painting Pavilion, and even the three-level elders may also be assessed, the thousand-year history of the Imperial Painting Pavilion, the ancestors of the late achievements of the big ones abound.

Xiao Huiming smiled and comforted, he was in a good mood today, and talked a few more words with the blue-clad guards.

“I hope so.”The blue-clad guards didn’t seem to have any courage.

Little Huiming shook his head slightly, and cultivators can lose cultivation, lose martial arts and techniques, and lose their treasures, but what they must not lose is a strong heart, a heart that has become strong and moves forward.Otherwise, even with great talent and inexhaustible resources, what kind of state can be cultivated?

"Two brothers, I don't know if I can tell you, I want to see Zi Yu Tianjun."Little Hui Ming leaned forward in his fist.

"Brother, you are embarrassed by us, Zi Yutian is a man, everyone knows that we now even help you to inform, but also afraid of being reprimanded, and may lose the errand, you still come again, it is best to have any big people's recommendation letter or something."

The blue-clad guard replied in a difficult face.

Xiao Huiming slightly jawed, the identity of the purple jade emperor, naturally in the royal painting cabinet is precious, if there is no big person's introduction, or extremely important things, I am afraid that ordinary people even if they go in, will be directly called out.

If so, I’ll come back another day.God took great care of him before, and I kept in mind that I would have the opportunity to thank you again later.”

Xiao Huiming saluted the door of the Tibetan painting cabinet, and then turned around and left.

"Now that you're here, don't get in here."

Suddenly, a loud and pleasant sound, suddenly in the middle of the air, like a thunder.