At the same time, traveling through time, starting from subverting the war at the top

Chapter 219 If you want to draw, then draw properly; if you want to practice Qi, then practice Qi properly.

"I'll show you what a true Buddha is right now!"

Wang Bing's brush seemed to glow with spiritual light as he painted in the air.

The tip of the pen flowed with inspiration, and soon the outline of a Buddha was sketched.

"The Art of Painting—A True Buddha Descends to Earth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Buddha's spirit actually appeared out of thin air, sitting alone on a lotus platform, stretching out his large hand and slapping it down towards Lin Mo.

This is the Wang family's divine application technique.

The ability to summon the people and things depicted in a painting through the skill "Painting Intent" allows one to create a world within the painting.

This is why Lin Mo said "That's interesting".

Unfortunately, Wang Bing was a spoiled brat who lacked skill; although his skills were good, he couldn't unleash their full potential.

The Buddha he summoned through his paintings only possessed the form, lacking any true meaning.

Lin Mo didn't even want to look at it. Before the Buddha statue could even get close to Lin Mo, it collapsed in Wang Bing's shocked gaze.

However, even setting aside the user's level of achievement in painting, the Shentu technique still has two fatal problems.

First, the artistic conception can only be revealed in the world depicted in the painting, and one must pass through a door to enter that world. If there is no time to open the door or enter the painting, then it is of no use.

Secondly, one-on-one battles are impossible. Even if you're in the art world, you can't guarantee you can bring your opponents in. They're not stupid; why would they step on a landmine? So you have to cooperate with your teammates.

This is why Wang did not use his family's special abilities at the Luotian Grand Ceremony on Longhu Mountain.

This also explains why the Wang family's divine painting technique, though renowned in the world of supernatural beings, is rarely seen.

Because its application scenarios are too restrictive.

Of course, without these restrictions, the Wang family, possessing the Divine Painting Technique, would have no interest in the Eight Extraordinary Skills.

There won't be any four great families.

"It's a little interesting, but not much."

Lin Mo gently shook his head, and before anyone knew it, he had appeared in front of Wang Bing.

Wang Bing, on the other hand, curled up like a shrimp, clearly having just suffered a heavy blow.

Wang Bing's pupils trembled violently.

When did he arrive? Why didn't I notice at all?

The intense pain in his abdomen caused him to vomit bile.

“If you want to paint, then paint properly; if you want to practice Qi, then practice Qi properly. You’ve accomplished nothing. If everyone in your Wang family were as useless as you, it would be a miracle if the family could last for a thousand years,” Lin Mo said.

Wang Bing wanted to make a move, but as soon as he raised his right hand, Lin Mo snapped it in two.

"Ahhh!"

The excruciating pain made Wang Bing's face contort into a hideous and terrifying expression.

He stared intently at Lin Mo, his voice filled with venom: "If you kill me, you will never be able to leave this world!"

"is it?"

Lin Mo raised his hand and tore through the void. Before Wang's incredulous gaze, a spatial rift appeared.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

Wang Bing's voice still lingered in the air as Lin Mo threw him out of the painting world like trash.

boom!
When Wang Bing returned to the real world, he crashed to the ground, landing face-first in the dirt.

What's going on now?
The group of strange people outside saw Lin Mo and Wang Bing suddenly disappear and then suddenly reappear.

They were all confused and stood there dumbfounded.

However, they noticed one thing clearly: the wounds on Wang Bing's body.

Seeing Wang Bing's miserable appearance, everyone present gasped.

Wang Bing's great-grandfather, Wang Ai, was the head of the Wang family and one of the Ten Elders of the Extraordinary World, a figure whom no one could afford to offend.

Everyone knows that Wang Ai's favorite person is his great-grandson Wang Bing, and unlike other big shots in the world of supernatural beings, Wang Ai is known for being fiercely protective of his own.

Surrounded by onlookers, witnessing his miserable and pathetic state, Wang Bing felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation and indignation, which fueled his anger. He raised his head, stared intently at Lin Mo, and said with bloodshot eyes, "I don't care who you are, I will make sure you die!"

“I will have my great-grandfather pull out your bones and tendons, and torture you to death.”

"And don't worry, after you die, I will seize your soul and make sure you can never escape for all eternity!"

Listen to Wang Bing's roar.

Everyone fell silent, all looking up at Lin Mo, eager to see how this mysterious island lord would resolve the matter.

Lin Mo looked at Wang Bing as if he were an idiot.

In this situation, they still dared to threaten the other party.

The fact that Wang Bing is still alive today is thanks to the Wang family and his great-grandfather, and we should really thank this new era.

Lin Mo looked at Wang Bing with a bright smile and said, "Since you have so thoughtfully thought of how to die, then I will grant your wish."

The entire coastline echoed with Wang Bing's mournful and terrified howls.

“You can’t just stand by and watch someone die. If my great-grandfather finds out, he will definitely not let you get away with it.”

Even at this point, Wang Bing was still threatening the other aliens who had come to the island with him.

Even those who originally intended to make a move withdrew their intentions upon seeing this scene.

With Lin Mo's current ability to control the human body, he could completely remove Wang Bing's bones one by one without killing him along the way.

Each time a bone is pulled out and thrown to the ground, it makes a crisp sound.

Everyone present felt their hearts skip a beat.

There wasn't a single drop of blood or any gore throughout the entire process, yet the scene was eerily frightening.

Many people, upon reaching the back, dared not even look up, yet Wang Bing's piercing screams still reached their ears uncontrollably.

Lin Mo, the person involved, felt as if he wasn't facing a single person.

He was dismantling what was essentially a Lego toy.

Standing to the side, Xiao Zi stared intently at Lin Mo, licking his lips, his eyes filled with even more intense admiration.

I do not know how long it has been.

Lin Mo neatly stacked the bones in front of him and placed them in a box.

He looked up at everyone and said, "The rules on the island have already been explained clearly by Xiao Zhang. If you are unwilling, please leave on your own."

"Xiao Zhang, I'll trouble you to personally deliver this box to the Wang family."

Lin Mo handed the box to Zhang Chulan, then turned and left.

Throughout the entire process, no one dared to look up at Lin Mo; they were all holding their breath, their faces pale.

In their eyes, the monk in the moon-white robe was not a monk at all, but a demon.

Only after Lin Mo left did some people finally dare to breathe deeply.

Others, however, finally couldn't hold on any longer and, recalling what they had just witnessed, even vomited up the midnight snack they had eaten the night before.

Zhang Chulan looked at the box in his hand, and his heart sank to the bottom.

(End of this chapter)