Wu Daozi spent half an hour writing before drawing a corner of hell.
The painting wall was shocking. Zhang Xu stood in front of the painting, looked at it for a few seconds and was covered in sweat. The countless ghosts and gods in the painting were majestic and ferocious, and thousands of evil ghosts and monsters were fighting in the painting, even tormenting each other.
Each one is a victim, and each one is a perpetrator.
All the extremely cruel scenes were drawn one by one by Wu Daozi's pen. The countless ghosts and gods wanted to escape from the mural and escape from the boundless torture.
But the bravest one just looked around and was frightened when he saw Qian Chen.
I would rather be in hell than face Qian Chen.
Qian Chen frowned slightly. He was actually gentle and kind by nature, and the ghosts misunderstood him too deeply. However, in this case, he could not walk away, otherwise the ghosts would definitely disperse in a flash. Moreover, although the hell painted by Wu Daozi had some unpredictable power, the speed of painting was too slow.
In half an hour, only one hundred-one chapters were drawn.
If this continues, it will take at least seven days to complete this disguised picture of hell.
Qian Chen frowned and said, "Daoxuan, can your disciple help color and apply it?"
Wu Daozi shook his head slightly and said, "Wang Nai'er, Shi Sidao, Li Sheng, Zhai Yan, Zhang Zang, Han Qiu... The cultivation and painting skills of these people are OK to draw other murals for me. This hell's realm is too high, and they can't add a single stroke. If they impose it, they will be dead pens!"
"You don't know what your painting skills are, but you have the true meaning of hell. Maybe you can help me a little!"
Zhang Xu said: "What about me?"
Wu Daozi took out a few spare brushes and handed them to the two of them, saying, "You can give it a try first!"
Zhang Xu took the brush, but Qian Chen took out his customized wolf hair talisman pen. Zhang Xu first picked up the stroke and drew a little ghost. The little ghost had vivid eyebrows and wretched eyes, which showed that the painting skills of this saint were also quite extraordinary.
The little devil had just landed in the painting wall and his eyes moved a few times, as if he was thinking of something bad.
Then the big ghost in the painting next to him came up. The little ghost was grabbed by them and screamed in horror. Everything that followed was so cruel that it could not be seen and could not be described. Zhang Xu was so shocked that he had no time to save it, and saw that the little ghost was peeled off by the evil ghost in the painting, and it was extremely cruel, turning into some decorations of ghost bones and ghost skins in the mural.
Wu Daozi shook his head and said, "No, there is no hell in your heart. The ghosts drawn are not ghosts in hell, and they cannot survive at all!"
Zhang Xu was a little scared. He was thinking about what Wu Daozi sent when he followed Qian Chen into the hall.
Why can Wu Daozi draw hell as soon as he comes out?
Qian Chen's painting skills were mediocre and he randomly applied a piece of ink trace that looked like a ghost. Zhang Xu was about to joke and said, "It seems that neither of us can do it."
I saw that the unstable ink trace came alive.
"Can all be creatures?" Zhang Xu exclaimed.
The moji turned into an indescribable form, wriggling and showing an indescribable horror. There seemed to be countless ghosts, countless eyes, countless hands and feet, and countless heads in the moji, staring at the hell where he was. The evil ghost in hell, after seeing the moji, wailed and screamed to escape.
The ink traces were squirming, and the darkness instantly enveloped a corner of the mural. The evil demon who had no time to escape could only scream heart-wrenchingly, and then... turned into various incomprehensible sounds. It seemed like the end of his life in hell...
Wu Daozi said sweating profusely: "Wipe it off!"
Qian Chen could only slash out one sword and killed the ball of ink traces, but a small piece of hell transformation map had been destroyed. The ink trace fell off and turned into a white wall again!
Not only did Qian Chen not help, he even ruined some of the already drawn results.
Fortunately, Wu Daozi didn't care. As long as the person was fine, he wiped his cold sweat and said, "The 'hell' in your heart is too terrifying. It's even more terrifying than the real hell. I doubt that your heart leads to the Hell of the Abyss. Even there is a hell in your heart that is even more terrifying than the Hell of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Abyss of the Aby
Qian Chen was silent when he heard this. Is that damn demon?
What exactly did Taishang stuff into the Dao Dust Bead and wouldn't he cut out his inner demons by the way? His innate spiritual light in another world and noble golden fingers, did Taishang treat him as a trash can? Put everything in it!
Qian Chen was slightly angry and decided to settle the accounts with him when he could stand in front of him!
At this time, the ear canal god suddenly ran over, picked up the small mouse whisker pen placed by Wu Daozi at his feet, held it, and painted a lively little ghost on the mural. Because it was small in size, the little ghost painted was only the size of a fly head. But the tiny details could be seen, and it was even easier to see the details clearly than the ink traces transformed by Qian Chen.
As soon as the little ghost was born, his body shook and turned into the size of the little ghost painted by Wu Daozi, and merged into the disguised picture of hell. There was no barrier, and the perfect tacit understanding was perfect.
Wu Daozi whispered softly, "Huh!".
He looked down at the little monster and said in surprise: "It is very insightful! It is better than you all?"
Zhang Xu said in surprise: "Although I am not as hardworking as learning calligraphy, I have been working hard for thirty years, and it is no less than an ordinary master of painting! This little thing is only a little bigger? It is actually more than me?" He lowered his head and observed carefully. The god of the ear canal knew that he was praising it. He proudly held the pen and drew two little ghosts, but they were deformed one after another.
Zhang Xu leaned forward to take a look, and the little ghost screamed hideously, trying to rush out and bit him.
Zhang Xu took a few steps back, his face blushed, and he didn't say anything.
He felt inferior!
Wu Daozi said even more surprised: "Its inspiration is so magnificent that it blesses painting skills, which are probably more advanced than what I said before. I will teach this little thing, but I am afraid it will catch up with me in less than two years!"
As he said that, his face was still a little blushing.
In fact, the little monster's cultivation is a bit poor, and he cannot use some painting skills that require advanced magic power, otherwise his strength will not be inferior to him.
Qian Chen has a slight jaw. The ear canal god is a natural god, closer to the great way than humans. The ability that some people cannot reach is also natural.
He looked down and saw the little thing, wishing he could hold his tail up, swaying in front of him with high ambition. He stuck out his tongue at him with some pride and arrogant attitude. Qian Chen showed an old father-like smile and stuffed the pen it put down back into its hand.
"Since you have such talent, don't waste it. Just follow Daoxuan and finish the mural! If you dare to be lazy, I will teach you how to draw it yourself. The method is to draw a disguised picture of hell by myself, and then stuff you in so that you can experience it yourself!"
The little fairy was stunned. It was holding the rat whisker pen in a daze, with confusion in its eyes.
After a while, it cried and started to work as child labor while wiping its tears.
Zhang Xu was shocked by the side!
Everyone saw the ghost that Qian Chen had just drawn himself. He wanted to draw a picture of hell by himself, but he was afraid that it was three more terrible than the real hell. He actually used this method to threaten a little monster. As expected, his heart was full of darkness leading to the Abyssal Hell.
Qian Chen looked at the progress and nodded with satisfaction and said, "This picture can be completed in just two days... but it's not enough! We want to find another person! Chang'an is so big that there are still people who can draw hell pictures?" He turned to Zhang Xu and asked.
Zhang Xu thought for a moment and said, "There is one person, maybe that's fine!"
Wu Daozi said quietly: "If Huangfu Zhen is still alive, he might also try it, but unfortunately he was killed by me..."
"What you said should be Wang Mojie!"
Wu Daozi turned around and asked Zhang Xu.
Zhang Xu nodded: "He has a profound Buddhist cultivation, and maybe he can draw this hell change!" Wu Daozi also nodded and said: "Wang Mojie can give it a try!"
Qian Chen stared at the mural for a while and said, "Now the ghosts and demons cannot escape because I cannot escape, but I cannot be suppressed here for too long. Daoxuan, if you paint my shadow on this wall, you should also shock them!"
Wu Daoxuan was stunned for a moment, waved his hand and drew a shadow with three heads and eight arms. The small ear canal added many details, and he forced a shadow to draw the feeling of a big devil. No matter how Wu Daozi looked, he felt that it was painted with more charm than himself.
The ear canal god put his pen angrily and said it a little while, the general idea was that you only saw the true face of this demon king, but I was always by his side and was poisoned. Of course, I felt deeper than you!
The demon shadow of the ear canal god has just been drawn, and the demons and ghosts in the hell map have become honest. If they want to escape from hell, they have to face the demon shadow. For them, this is something even more terrifying than hell!
Qian Chen silently wrote another note for the ear canal god, and turned around and left with the two boys, gold and silver.
Most of the difficulties have been solved here. Next, we have to make complete preparations for assassinating An Lushan! This is... a choice between life and death.
An Lushan is the devil who has cultivated into an immortal demon. How difficult is it to kill him?
Qian Chen’s grasp in his heart was not more than three points!
Chapter completed!