Wu Daozi stood before the painting wall, and the brush in his hand was cramped and almost finished, but he stopped again.
A quarter of an hour passed, and the empty painting wall was still plain and white.
Zhang Xu was a little anxious when he saw it and said hurriedly: "Wu Daozi, you only have half a day. If you are so slapping, you can't draw a single fart in seven days! It's like I'm just like I'm just doing it and writing it into words. When can I pick up the pen and sprinkle it with a little brewing?"
"I'm also brewing!" Wu Daoxuan said anxiously: "Give me some time!"
"I'm willing to give you time, but is that devil An Lushan willing to give us time!" Zhang Xu said disgusted.
At this time, Wu Daozi couldn't even care about the title of master and apprentice, so he threw the pen and said, "You can write with your pen because there are words?"
He drew a cow with a smooth ink trace. He made it all in one go. When he stopped writing, the cow actually walked out of the mural, walked to the temple, and lowered his head to eat grass under the corridor.
Such painting skills are amazing.
"Give me a cow, a tree, and a stone, I will draw it for you casually. I have also carefully observed the demons, ghosts, gods and Buddhas. Although the Bodhisattvas and gods have never seen it, they can read scriptures and get the divine intentions. But the legend of hell is under the Nine Nethers, and the scriptures in the world are vague. I have never seen it. How can I draw it for you?"
At this time, Qian Chen turned from behind the painting wall and smiled and said, "Daoxuan stopped writing because he had never seen hell?"
Wu Daozi sighed and said, "Hell is under the Nine Netherworlds. Those who can obtain the essence of hell in the world are all demons who are unworldly devils of the devil. Unless the empress reborn again, who can still depict the scene of hell."
Qian Chen pinched the magneto-optical bottle in his sleeve, found a free hall and said, "Come with me!"
Wu Daozi followed Qian Chen to the hall in confusion, thinking that he was going to talk about this matter to him again, and sighed: "I also know that things are urgent, but the appearance of hell really requires careful consideration and eagerness. It is rare to find his will!"
Qian Chen shook his head and said, "Hasn't you never seen hell?"
He flipped his hand and released the magneto-optical bottle. With his magic power, he released the nine ghost kings who were experiencing in your bottle. At the same time, he transformed himself into a slightest use of the power of the demon relics, turning into a three-foot-armed demon Nezha, grabbed several ghost kings in his hands, and whispered: "I will show you the hell of change now, you must carefully understand!"
Wu Daozi swallowed nervously, wondering if he accidentally entered the demon cave.
At this time, Qian Chen began to tempt the breath of hell and comprehend the great way of hell in the Nine Netherworlds. The various magical instruments on his eight arms were twisted and changed to transform into torture tools.
The blood river humming the red silk turns into a chain that passes through the human pipa bones; the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming God Sword changes between various knives, including small swords that scrape people, large swords that behead, short daggers that pierce into the body; bone spurs that pierce into the head grow under the Blood Lotus Crown; one bow and one arrow turn into strangled ropes and torture tools; even the Blood Flame Ten Thousand Ghosts White Bone Wheel has become the Jiaoyan Hell burning with demon flames.
Layer layers of space were opened up in the palms of the eight arms, and the nine ghost kings and tens of thousands of evil ghosts were taken into the hell in the palms.
The gods and magic weapons entered hell, evolved into evil spirits and demons, swords, fire and seas, hot and cold torture, and the most cruel punishments...
The blood flame demon fire burning on the white bone wheel of the blood flame, scorching the evil ghosts of the ghost king in the eight hot hells; the blood river, the red silk, turned into the chains of the black rope, hell... All kinds of cruelty have evolved into the most painful scene in the world.
Wu Daozi only looked at it for a few moments before snatching the door.
Zhang Xu saw Wu Daozi running back to the mural with a look of horror on his face, and was a little confused. Wu Daozi calmed down and found that the breath of hell had been firmly imprinted in his mind.
Qian Chen evolved into the hell transformation. The nine ghost kings and tens of thousands of evil ghosts who were being depressed were refined by the heavenly demon relics. Now that the ghosts are connected with the breath of hell, they naturally cultivated a "Nine Nether Prison and the Clay Plow Sutra". The ghost king and evil ghosts were both integrated into the breath of hell, and a nine-level small world was opened up in the palm of the demon Nezha's empty arm.
The nine-level hells are surrounded by a cover, with the Dragon King of Yama, transformed by the ghost king, carrying thousands of ghosts and raising the evil fire and wind. As long as you cover the hell, you will be dragged back into the nine-level hell and be swallowed and tortured by the demon dragons of the ghosts.
It is a new magic weapon - the Nine Hell Dragon Hell Cover.
Qian Chen didn't expect that he just kindly demonstrated the appearance of Jiuyou Hell to Wu Daozi, and he actually made the devil's relics more diligent, and his demonic nature became even heavier.
I immediately lamented in my heart: "I sacrificed too much for Chang'an and for the Tang Dynasty!"
"Too many!" He was moved by tears, and he put away the demon relics again and returned to the painting wall. Wu Daoxuan saw Qian Chen coming in a state of self-movement, and looked frightened, and hurriedly said: "I already know what hell is like! I'll draw it now!"
Qian Chen said, "I'm not busy, I'll reconcile the pen and ink for you first." As he said that, he took out all the remains of the gods and demons killed that night, crushed the skull of the stone Buddha, and used the dried blood of the Galou as powder, combined with the tears of regret that the Ghost King had just shed, another piece of Kinnaro's horn, and the talisman ink material purchased from Zhuge's family in Middle Earth, were added together in proportion.
According to the previous method of making Jingshen Xiang, the magic in the material was introduced, blended and refined a pot of dark and magical ink.
Ink can change colors with people's hearts, and it is a reflection of the colors of heavenly demons.
This is the ink ingot of the inner demon ten thousand-faced aspects.
Wu Daozi used his baby brush to dip ink, feeling that the one on his pen tip was not ink, but the dark heart.
Qian Chen smiled slightly and whispered: "Human hearts are like prisons. If you want to draw hell, you must use your hearts as ink. If it weren't for the countless distracting thoughts in the world in Chang'an City, I might not be able to refine the ink you want!"
Wu Daozi said arduously: "This kind of ink in the world is colorless, because it gathers the darkness in people's hearts, it is as dark as ink. Ink... Demon... Alas!"
With this sigh, Wu Daozi felt fear of what he was about to draw for the first time.
Wu Daozi said that he could draw. He picked up the pen and pondered for a while, and continued to recall the breath of hell that Qian Chen showed. With the brush in his hand, he painted a vivid little ghost. His complex and vivid expression conveyed the torture it suffered and the viciousness of various hells, which was terrifying and unpredictable.
The little devil had just finished drawing, and when he saw Qian Chen, he screamed and came back alive.
He rolled and crawled out of the painting wall and disappeared in an instant. Qian Chen snorted coldly, and a boy from Jin and silver took the thunder lock and jumped down. Under the leadership of the ear canal god, he caught the ghost back without a few breaths.
The little devil was trembling under Qian Chen's feet, and was almost scared to death.
Qian Chen pointed to the mural, and the little ghost jumped back obediently. The little ghost's expression on the mural was more vivid than before.
Zhang Xu was amazed and said, "You little devil in the painting can improve your ability after you draw it, and it is even closer to the changes in hell. It's simply unheard of!"
Wu Daozi glanced at him and said, "It probably happened to him again after he was drawn!"
It was still not surprising that they picked up their pen and continued to paint. They drew many little ghosts in a series, all of whom were like the first little ghost, stayed in the wall with fear and looked at Qian Chen in horror. They were restless and frightened, and the extreme fear and horror, pain and despair in their eyes were really deep into the bones.
After taking a few glances, Zhang Xu exclaimed: "How come the ghost in this painting has a soul!"
The creatures in the painting are already an amazing painter! All the things they paint can be manifested in their hands, or even manifested into magical powers. For example, Wu Daozi can paint a dark cloud, and he can paint a light rain in Chang'an, and paint a black cow, and he can walk down to the wall to eat grass.
The gods in the painting are already Wu Daozi's previous realm. There are already gods in his paintings! The gods in the paintings have instinctive reflections and wisdom, but they do not have souls, which is equivalent to a piece of clothing for real gods.
But if the creatures in the painting have souls, they can reach the realm of the souls in the painting.
They are strange creatures, but they regard painting as the world, and can be called painting spirits and painting essences.
As long as the little ghosts in hell escape, they will be like real ghosts and can even be reincarnated as humans. If one runs away, a half-human and half-painted child may be born in Chang'an. Walking and jumping like ordinary people, and they can even marry and have children, but they have superpowers to penetrate into the wall of painting, stand on paper, and turn into painters.
Chapter completed!