Archean Eon Art

Although shocked, everyone looked at Meng Chuan's posture. In the gap between the world, there were painting tables, stools, paper, brushes, and paint trays... Obviously he planned to paint.

"In the gap between the worlds, how precious is the time for practice. Brother Meng didn't hurry up to practice, but painted in the gap between the worlds?" Yan Chitong wondered.

"So indulgent and casual, it's no wonder that the level of skill is at the bottom of the three gods and demons." An Haiwang secretly said, he looks down on those who don't cherish time. Besides, almost all of his mind is on practice. Now seeing Meng Chuan wasting such time in the gap between the worlds, he naturally disdains it.

King Zhenwu was also a little surprised: "King Anhai and I were only ordered to protect the three of them for a year. After one year, King Anhai and I need to pay more attention to treasure hunting. During this year...he actually painted? This junior brother Meng , I can't understand it."

Meng Chuan is good at painting, and uses painting to ask the secret of his heart, which was known to very few people in the mountains in the early Yuan Dynasty.

Even the "Yuanchu Mountain Lord", who had fought head-on with Meng Chuan, knew the four levels of Meng Chuan's Yuanshen, and didn't know that Meng Chuan used "painting" to ask his heart.

None of them agreed with Meng Chuan's actions.

From the perspective of gods and demons, how precious is the opportunity to watch the practice of "The Birth of the World"? Instead of practicing, go to painting? Too much self-indulgence.

Of course, everyone looked at Meng Chuan's paintings, and no one went to 'preach'. After all, they are all senior brothers, and Meng Chuan is also a top-notch god and demon, and he is not a child, so he doesn't need their teaching.

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Sitting on the stool, with the wind blowing in the gap between the worlds, Meng Chuan adjusted the paint and was about to start painting with a brush in his hand when he hesitated and looked up at the purple thunder.

The purple thunder is domineering and dazzling, and the electric snakes are like a huge tree of lightning. It tears the darkness and brings the beginning of the world.

"How to draw?" Meng Chuan hesitated with a brush in his hand, "The thunder in the long river of time and space is too vast, and it is thousands of times more shocking than the ordinary thunder and lightning seen in the human world. I want to draw it with a pen." It's impossible to draw it completely."

Meng Chuan's talent in painting is indeed much higher than that of swordsmanship. It has long surpassed the level of "painting skin, bone, and soul".

Such a master of painting like him, if he wants to paint, he will naturally point to the essence of the purple thunder.

"The essence of this thunder and lightning..."

"I am a god and demon, and the long river of time and space is a darkness in my eyes. The purple thunder I saw may only be a part of it." Meng Chuan has self-knowledge, "Even this part is vast."

"no way,

It can only be disassembled and painted. "

Meng Chuan's generation of Taoist painters naturally has a way, "Divided into many paintings, each painting is dedicated to a certain aspect of thunder and lightning."

"The first picture is the destruction of thunder and lightning." Meng Chuan looked up carefully at the purple thunder that lit up one after another in the darkness in the distance.

It is different from practicing sword skills in the past.

This time, I observe purely from the perspective of painting, mainly observing Thunder's 'destruction'.

"The destruction of thunder and lightning...you can also draw it from different angles." Meng Chuan shook his head lightly. The purple thunder became more and more gorgeous the more he looked at it, but it was really difficult to draw, which made Meng Chuan so hard.

Meng Chuan finally started to draw.

In the first painting, there are purple electric snakes drawn. Meng Chuan painted them very carefully. The purple electric snakes are connected and combined with each other, and their power is continuously superimposed and gathered.

Meng Chuan was completely immersed in this first painting. He drew in detail the combination of three thousand electric snakes. Finally, these purple electric snakes formed a huge "Lightning Tree". It took a day and a half to draw this A picture.

"The first one is done." Meng Chuan wrote his name on the upper right corner of the scroll—the Endless Form of Destruction.

For a day and a half without sleep, Meng Chuan was full of energy.

The primordial spirit is blooming with spiritual light.

Obviously, the painting "Thunder" has already caused the slow transformation of Yuanshen. Meng Chuan doesn't care about this. It is very difficult to get from the fourth floor of Yuanshen to the fifth floor of Yuanshen.

"My 'Endless Image of Destruction' of thunder and lightning has exhausted my writing power." Meng Chuan looked up, and the purple lightning snakes gathered endlessly, forming such a terrifying power is really shocking. Meng Chuan's painting to this point is already his temporary limit.

"The second painting."

Meng Chuan put away the first scroll, put away the new drawing paper, and started to write.

A thunderbolt began to appear on the paper.

Thunder strikes!

Penetrate layers of dark obstacles!

This painting is just a scene of "a bolt of lightning piercing through the darkness", but Meng Chuan painted it very carefully. The lightning is like a "spear" piercing through layers of darkness, and every time it pierces, the lightning is excited and scattered. Then they converged and continued to split to the next layer of darkness.

This painting has also been painted for nearly a day, and Meng Chuan wrote his name in the upper left corner-the return of destruction.

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Meng Chuan draws without sleep. In fact, Zhenwu King, An Haiwang, Xue Feng, and Yan Chitong are also sleepless. At their level, eating, drinking and sleeping are not important, and they can even take in water directly from the sky and the earth.

Time passed day by day.

Meng Chuan drew one picture after another, each of which is completely different and has a very different style.

Or make people feel hopeful and moved, or make people despair, or feel palpitations...

'The phase of quiescence of life'...'the phase of selflessness in the void'...'the phase of the nine heavens in the void'...'the phase of split waves of lightning'...

One painting after another, the purple thunder is painted from different angles.

"Yes, it should be so elegant and wanton."

More than half a month later, Meng Chuan was painting happily, and thunder and lightning roamed wantonly on the paper like dragons and snakes. When the last stroke was finished, Meng Chuan felt hearty. This is the last painting of fifteen paintings, and it is also The most complicated and time-consuming painting took him a full six days.

"Pretty. "

Meng Chuan praised it, and wrote his name in the upper right corner of the picture scroll—Lightning of the Dragon's Face!

"Twenty-three days, fifteen paintings." Meng Chuan looked at the last painting in front of him. Thousands of electric snakes were painted on this painting, and countless lightning flashes each had their own trajectory. This 'Yulongxiang' looks full of beauty. Compared with the real purple thunder, this painting really looks like thousands of dragons and snakes swimming around.

But this is indeed an aspect of Purple Thunder.

"Manpower is sometimes poor."

Meng Chuan looked up at the birth scene of the world, "Fifteen paintings are the best I can draw while watching Purple Thunder. I will draw all my knowledge of it."

Fifteen paintings, Lei Ting's "Fifteen Faces".

"call."

Meng Chuan sat on the stool and waved his hand, and fifteen paintings appeared in suspension, floating around.

Then he turned his hand and took out a jug of wine. Meng Chuan looked at his fifteen paintings happily while drinking the wine, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

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