With the promotion of painting bones, Fat Brother is now full of confidence.

He looked up at a small grass in the yard and started painting directly.

Fat Brother's painting skills are as good as printing. Lan Yue watched a green grass emerge spontaneously under Fat Brother's painting.

When he reached the last green leaf, Lan Yue couldn't help but hold his breath. Success or failure was once again decided in one fell swoop.

Fat Brother's talisman stroke paused, and Lan Yue's heart suddenly tightened.

"My pen can't move!"

Fat Brother gritted his teeth and tried his best to control the hand holding the talisman pen.

He felt that the talisman pen in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he could no longer draw according to the normal drawing method. There was even a mysterious force that wanted his talisman pen to draw messy words again.

Fat Brother let out a breath and directly used his whole body's spiritual power to flow through his bones. He had a hunch that as long as he rushed over this time, he would succeed!

The spiritual power of the painted bones was once again poured into the talisman pen. Fat Brother's talisman pen moved forward unusually slowly but unswervingly. With just a blade as long as an elbow, Fat Brother continued to draw steadily for almost half an hour.

, there is still nearly a finger's distance left to draw.

The sweat on Fat Brother's forehead has been dripping down his chin, his arms are trembling a little, and the talisman pen in his hand is gradually becoming unstable, and he looks like he is about to fail.

"Girl, help him quickly!"

The remnant soul of Poseidon suddenly sent a message to Lan Yue.

"How can I help?"

Lan Yue also asked hurriedly, she wanted to help Fat Brother, but the question was how?

The remnant soul of Poseidon did not speak any more.

Lan Yue put her hand on Fat Brother's shoulder and poured spiritual power into his body.

But Fat Brother's arms were shaking more and more. If he hadn't been drawing talisman all the time and tried his best to control his wrist to prevent the talisman pen from shaking, the painting would have been ruined.

Conveying spiritual power is useless!

Lan Yue waved her hand again and spread a layer of life over Fat Brother's body. His arms were still trembling, even more violently, and the life was useless!

Help! How can I help?

Poseidon, can you not do it? Tell half of what you say!

"You have to rely on yourself to realize..."

The remnant soul of Poseidon sounded again, but his voice became very weak, as if the words he just reminded Lan Yue caused great harm to his soul.

Lan Yue's heart trembled, she couldn't reveal this.

Seeing that there was only one fingertip left on Fat Brother's drawing paper, Lan Yue gritted her teeth, treated the dead horse like a living horse doctor, aimed at Fat Brother's elbow holding the talisman pen, and slapped it from behind.

"ah……"

The fat brother screamed and hurriedly picked up the pen. When he took a closer look, he saw that the blank space on the tip of his finger was filled in by the girl with her elbow forward and the pen.

In time, so not only was the painting not destroyed, it was completed directly!

"It's done!"

The fat brother was stunned and immediately screamed out in surprise.

only……

The painting was finally finished, but he didn't feel any difference yet!

Lan Yue: "..."

Never would I have imagined that the helping hand that Poseidon said was literally a helping hand!

She looked at the painting in Fat Brother's hand. Since Poseidon said he must paint it, he certainly had his reasons.

But now that the painting was finally finished, what she saw was just an ordinary painting. Nothing strange happened, and nothing was different.

Has the 120-year-old restriction on Fat Brother been lifted?

Just as he was thinking about it, the drawing paper held by Fat Brother suddenly flashed with light, and then, a golden pattern appeared, tracing along the grass drawn by Fat Brother, and the entire drawing paper bloomed with a faint white light...

Lan Yue and Fat Brother both looked at the drawing paper expectantly, It's here! It's finally here!

But the next moment, Fat Brother suddenly felt as if his hands were on fire. He screamed and kept shaking his hands, trying to throw away the drawing paper.

However, the drawing paper seemed to be stuck to Fat Brother's hand and could not be shaken off no matter how hard he shook it.

"Sister, sister, it's sucking my spiritual power!"

It's so scary. This is not just slowly absorbing spiritual power. The spiritual power in his body is like a river bursting its banks, rushing out!

If the flow continues, all his spiritual power will be sucked away!

"Don't move! Inject spiritual power into it!"

In the flash of lightning, a thought suddenly flashed through Lan Yue's mind. She hurriedly said, pour out a pile of spiritual crystals and let the fat brother absorb the spiritual crystals and pour spiritual energy into them!

She had a hunch that this painting would be the key to solving all their questions.

The fat man sat down cross-legged, absorbing the spiritual energy in the spiritual crystal, and letting the painting absorb the spiritual energy from his body.

Until the white light on the painting gets stronger and stronger!

Finally, there was a sudden burst of white light, and the stimulating white light made everyone squint their eyes.

Fat Brother also felt as if some shackles were being opened deep in his soul.

When I looked at the drawing paper again, the drawing paper had floated to the ground, and right next to the drawing paper, a fresh green grass suddenly appeared at the feet of Fat Brother.

It’s exactly the same as the grass he drew before!

"Here, Fatty, this is Ma Liang, the magic pen of transformation!" Xiaohua suddenly exclaimed, slipped directly from Lan Yue's wrist to the ground, stretched out a long leaf and poked the grass.

The things that Pangpang drew actually became real! It turns out that the magic pen Ma Liang really exists!

The second senior brother's eyes shone brightly, and he knelt down with interest and stretched out his hand to pinch the leaves of the grass.

Painting becomes real? Interesting!

Lan Yue and Fat Brother were so shocked that they were speechless. Fat Brother hurriedly picked up the drawing paper. There was nothing on the drawing paper, and it was as clean as a new piece of paper.

"What...what's going on?"

The fat brother looked at the grass and then at the blank drawing paper. What he drew came true!

Shi Zhou crushed the branches and leaves of the grass, rubbed them with his fingers, and whispered: "No wonder..."

"What's the wonder?"

Lan Yue and Fat Brother spoke at the same time, and even the second senior brother looked over.

Shi Zhou looked at Xiaocao, frowning and said: "He turned the things he painted into real creatures, so this painting took away all the spiritual energy from his body."

creation...

This is not the ability that a monk in this world should have!

This ability is so unbelievable! Those who can create things out of thin air are all gods with great supernatural powers!

Otherwise, even a high-level monk would only be able to conjure something, rather than create a living object out of thin air.

And the price for Fat Brother drawing a living thing is only a spiritual energy of the Lingzong stage. This is incredible.

No one would have thought that the atavistic bloodline of the Yun family could actually create things with a paintbrush after awakening.

It’s no wonder that people with the ancestral bloodline will die at the age of 120 if they cannot awaken. This kind of bloodline talent is so terrifying and completely transcends the laws of all things.

This is simply the check and balance of heaven!

Fat Brother has always failed before, unable to complete the painting no matter what. The strange force that prevents him from succeeding is none other than the power of heaven!

But Yue untied it by mistake again!

For a moment, Shi Zhou didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
Chapter completed!