Tales of Herding Gods - 619. Chapter 587
“Yes!” Si Granny and the others said in unison.
The deaf man’s probing hand grabbed into the abyss of Wuwang City, and his mana gushed out, and a magma soared into the sky. The deaf man grabbed a large pen, used magma as ink and the earth as paper, and painted with dragons and snakes on the ground.
His pen uses the tail hair of a fire wolf who has cultivated to the realm of the gods as its rod, and a god bone obtained from a ruin in the ruins. Qin Mu often used it for playing when he was young, and was always beaten by the deaf. Palm.
This kind of fire wolf tail hair can bathe in the raging fire without hurting, and the god bone can release the mana to your heart’s content, and write articles heartily!
The deaf has always been gentle and even a bit pedantic, although he is extraordinary when he is rich, like a prince playing the game of the world. But when there was no money, he was poor, and he squatted on the corner selling paintings and didn’t even dare to yell.
And now, when he held his pen, the pen sharp suddenly became wild and wild, and the whole person suddenly became wild and wild, with the unique spirit and indulgence unique to the scholar’s scolding Fang Yao!
“Deaf, I’ll help you!”
The butcher saw his brushstrokes, wandering brushstrokes and paintings burning in the flames, and he couldn’t help but give birth to a sense of pride.
He took the vitality as the pillar, holding the vitality pillar to stir the magma in the sky, so that the magma would not freeze into stone, and chanted for a long time: “The pen is the dragon and the snake, the words are in the river and the Han, the virtue and art are both perfect in the wonderful year! The imperial court play, dear Champion the champions. Whoever doesn’t take the dragon’s head will be forgiven and honored.”
“He is very, very popular, he has a good reputation! Recalling the past, worshiping the place, the sky of the year, today is the city without mistakes. Sigh the white head and the blue shirt, and make the Binhong. A volume of poems and essays, and a fairy wind , Blow to Pengying!”
“Relying on the ground, incense and glamorous, be an old scholar!” Note ①
His poetic sentiment is great, and a song has a heroic taste. He follows the path of the deaf’s life, from the crown prince of the sky, the best in technology, the world is full of books, to the ruin of the country, the poverty, and the sale of paintings for a living, People can’t help feeling both impassioned and sorrowful mood of old age.
“Abba!”
The dumb thumbs up, there was a loud bang in the dantian, like a big sun burning, the iron furnace behind him was like a volcanic eruption, and the raging fire poured into the magma.
The fire was raging, and the butcher’s vitality was a pestle, stirring the magma, the fire light illuminated his face and chest, and baked it red.
The deaf man laughed, as if drunk, he became more self-indulgent, staggered and staggered, and the big pen became more and more unstable, like a dragon like a snake, like a phoenix flying, like a dragonfly and a swallow learning to fly, Plowing like an old cow.
Behind him, the primordial spirit appeared, holding a pen and painting together with him, devoted himself to writing magnificent articles and landscapes.
Alongside, Qin Mu, Bashan Jijiu, Si Granny and others all stared blankly.
They had never imagined that the deaf, who had always been serious and honest, would have such a reckless, wild and indulgent side.
He used magma as ink and the earth as paper. In a short period of time, the ground covering a radius of tens of acres was covered with magma flames. The paintings on the ground were shrouded in the flames, and the golden color was a bit dazzling.
Who can think that there is such a hearty passion in the heart of an old scholar?
The deaf man draws endlessly, drawing the sky and the earth, the sky is blank, the earth is blue, the wind, thunder and lightning, the mountains and rivers of Wei Wei, the gods and demons with different postures, and the endless army, Kill, charge, those fierce like steel-like muscles, sharp and sharp swords.
He drew the battlefield and drew countless leaping upright postures. Qin Mu and others just looked at it and felt that the gods and demons and the ferocious army in the painting had to jump out of the painting!
The explosive power of those muscles, the silhouettes that slashed with the knife, the lightning and thunder that are about to burst from the clouds, the downpour that is about to erupt, the howling hurricane, the raging tornado, the collapsing mountain, the boiling sea, It turned out to be so real!
The deaf, is drawing a magnificent world, and is making this world real!
Butcher’s poems made his inspiration explode, his feelings agitated, and aroused the pride and creative power in his chest. He was completely silent in this crazy creation, expressing his heart and indulging the fantasy in his heart.
After an unknown period of time, the blind man nervously said: “The army of the demons is about to arrive! There are still hundreds of miles away from here!”
The deaf turned a deaf ear and continued to paint.
The blind man frowned and said, “There are still eighty miles!”
Qin Mu raised his head and looked eighty miles away, where the pitch-black demonic energy rushed toward here like black mist, his eyes opened with layers of patterns, his heart was shaken, and he saw countless huge mountains in the mountains. The tide of monsters generally ran across the peaks, waving all kinds of weird weapons, screaming and rushing towards this side.
They were not well clothed, and their clothes were tattered, not like Luo Futian’s demons, but like people fleeing.
They are huge in size, running like flying, and growing strangely, like monsters formed by different creatures pieced together. Their muscles and organs are rugged and deformed, which is far more terrifying than the demons.
Some monsters are covered with heads of various races, their arms are made up of countless arms twisted together, some are covered with bones, like monsters grown from skeletons, and some faces are covered with large and small eyeballs. Some have countless legs and feet like centipedes.
Their weapons are also extremely primitive, they are big bones with flesh and blood, and bloodthirsty desire gleams in their eyes, destroying everything on the way.
“This is not a demon, but a monster from Youdu!”
Qin Mu suppressed the shock of his heart, these are the deformed monsters born by the wandering souls in Youdu absorbed the devilish energy and demon nature of Youdu!
Youdu is not entirely the territory of the Earth Count. He once traveled to the Youdu. Although it was not long, it can be seen that the Earth Count didn’t take power very seriously.
The chief concern of the Earth Count is the rules.
The rules of Youdu.
As long as he doesn’t break the rules of Youdu, he seldom intervenes in Youdu’s life form.
These Youdu monsters are the result of Earth Count’s indifference.
Suddenly, thick magic lights and black flames shone from the back of the coming monster army, like pillars of fire that flatten the front of the monster army, and continue to plow the ground, melt the mountain, and evaporate the river. The trees are lit!
Qin Mu looked over these monsters, looked at the source of the magic light, and saw a dark demon god who looked like a burning volcano behind the army. He was tall and burly. He walked very slowly, but his steps were too big. Enough for these Youdu monsters to run for a long time.
“In Youdu, the demon god born from the collection of evil thoughts and demon nature, the ancestor of the demon clan!”
Qin Mu was disturbed, and suddenly saw the monster army in front of them. There were many supernatural powers from Taihuangtian and Yankang who were rushing away. They were obviously undergoing training and did not pay attention to the arrival of the Youdu monster army. It was too late to find out. .
Hum——
A black beam of light tumbling with flames plowed past, and more than a dozen magical powers immediately evaporated, and there were no bones left. Other magical powers quickly avoided, avoiding the eyes of the demon gods dangerously and dangerously, but they were immediately overwhelmed by the tide of monsters.
These Yankang and Taihuangtian supernatural powers disappeared completely without being able to lift a single wave.
“Forty miles!”
The blind man was very nervous, and said loudly: “Deaf, are you okay? Thirty miles away! Prepare for battle!”
As soon as he finished his words, the deaf suddenly closed his pen, put the painting alive, and the flames roared and flowed over this large one-hundred-mu painting.
The deaf man used his pen as his gun and picked it up. The Hundred-Mu large painting suddenly stood up. Then, this unimaginable painting gradually exuded an inexplicable breath.
The painting is compatible with the world and disappears from them.
Boom, boom.
There was the sound of thunder from the sky, and a series of lightning awakened everyone. Everyone looked up and saw that the sky was suddenly overcast, and the flames flowed in the dark clouds. It was unimaginable.
The black clouds of the flowing fire were spreading wider and wider, and the distance covered by them became larger and larger. Suddenly the hurricane abruptly, the huge tornado brought raging flames down from the sky, one, two, three…
In an instant, countless fire tornadoes were like the dragons of the gods, hanging down, tearing the earth apart, igniting them, and frantically scrolling forward!
Wow–
It was raining in the sky, but what fell was not rain, but lava fire. Pieces of huge lava with flames fell from high above like raindrops obliquely, blasting towards the army of Youdu monsters that were rushing. There are countless monsters and monsters on their backs!
Countless tornadoes roared into the army, and there were distorted and shapeless bodies everywhere, rolling and being carried high in the sky, then being crushed by the violent wind, or dying under the thunder that fell from the sky.
Suddenly, a god and demon in the clouds led thousands of horses to jump out of the clouds, descend from the sky, and rushed downwards diagonally, killing and deafening.
It was an army of millions of gods and monsters, colliding with the army of monsters rushing here, countless limbs flew in the air, and the scene was bloody and magnificent.
Qin Mu, the blind man and others watched this scene blankly, without them needing to fight in battle, without them being desperate, the demon clan’s forward army was actually blocked.
Blocked by one person!
The deaf man held a pen and continued to paint. A god and demon and soldiers jumped out of his pen and rushed to the battlefield. They were not afraid of death. The wind, rain and thunder and lightning swept across the air, but they did not touch the army of the gods and demons, but only bombed them. On the head of the demon army.
These army of gods and demons are all people in the painting, and the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the painting have nothing to do with them.
“Could it be that these Youdu demons rushed into the world in the painting of Grandpa Deaf?”
Qin Mu suddenly moved slightly in his heart and thought of a possibility, but there must be a boundary in the deaf painting, so where is the boundary of the world in the painting?
He looked around, unable to see any boundaries of the painting.
The paintings of the deaf are so impressive that they need Qin Mu to study again!
“Master Yankang said that the deaf grandfather can stop millions of masters alone, so what he said is true!”
Qin Mu said in his heart: “And these words are nothing but an evaluation of Grandpa Deaf by Master Yankang after the Kingdom of Heaven was destroyed and the capital was turned into eighteen layers of hell.”
Note ①: Song Dynasty Shi Xiaoyou’s poems, Man Tingfang, Zhaizhu slightly modified.
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