Resurrection of Spiritual Energy, A Hundred Times Potential of the Physical Body at the Start

Chapter 1088 Please go faster

Or go to the backyard and get a piece of charcoal to paint?

I always feel that even so, the cinnabar in my hand is easier to come by.

However, looking at Wuma Hongyu's "earnest" gaze, Jiang Xiaolong reluctantly extinguished his thoughts

Okay, let's paint!

What is important is the superb technology, and the color of the paint is second. Can you not see the pure black color of the ancients' brush, you can draw portraits and publish wanted documents?

Although, what they draw is really nothing!

All in one go!

The finishing touch is the final step.

So, a character's eyes are the point that runs through a person's soul!

At the moment when Jiang Xiaolong's last brushstroke was dropped, the entire character seemed to come to life, and the vermilion figure seemed to be walking down from the painting.

"Okay, 29 remember to bring black ink next time.

Jiang Xiaolong directly handed out the Tianyuan yellow paper in his hand.

Wuma Hongyu:???

He opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say for a while.

Is this a spell?

No, this is clearly a portrait of Yingluo! Although it is painted in red, the characters are vivid and lifelike.

Isn't this a spell?

No, on this Tianyuan yellow paper, the laws of the way of spells are clearly flowing!

On a three-square-meter piece of Tianyuan yellow paper, there are at least a thousand spells of runes, messy but orderly, containing the most supreme way of spells.

At first glance, Wuma Hongyu could only detect the lines of the two spells of sound transmission and divine movement. As for the other...

Although it was messy and intertwined, Wuma Hongyu couldn't recognize it, but what he could be sure of was that these spells would definitely work!

Amazing skill!

The engraving of the spell can't make a little mistake, the difference is a thousand miles away!

The immortal actually drew these thousands of spell patterns together and integrated them into the portrait, without interleaving the patterns of these spells.

Wuma Hongyu believes that if he can imitate this blessing painting one day, he will definitely be able to reach the pinnacle of the way of spells!

"Post this portrait and look for Yingluo.

Seeing Wu Ma Hongyu staring at this portrait, Jiang Xiaolong felt a little smug in his heart.

Look, your own portrait skills are truly extraordinary!

The monochromatic red painted portraits made Wuma Hongyu stunned. If he used colored ink and wash, and then a piece of paper that was equal to his body, he would definitely be able to turn the fake into the real one, making him think it was the real person who entered the painting by mistake!

but..

Isn't this for finding people right now?

It's still more important to hurry up and post this portrait.

"Post?

Wuma Hongyu stared blankly at Jiang Xiaolong, wondering why?

Jiang Xiaolong is so angry!

Does the old man have Alzheimer's disease? Or.... Alzheimer's disease?

"Sir, aren't you looking for Yingluo? Post this portrait and you can find her.

Jiang Xiaolong opened his mouth gently, his tone as soft as possible, but in Wuma Hongyu's ears, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue.

The immortal turned out to be looking for the Saintess Yingluo!

That's right, I'm only thinking of myself, how can I be worthy of those in the Swinging Demon Alliance who are waiting for the saint's return?

The portrait of the saint was painted by Mr. to look for the saint on Yingluo, but there are lines of talismans all over it. This is clearly to take care of his own desire to study. He is really well-intentioned!

After Wuma Hongyu took over this portrait, if he found a treasure, he burst into tears, and then he would kneel down and kowtow!

With a "bang", the figure knelt down to the mountain on the ground, and then, the figure arched back at a thirty-degree angle, and with enough strength, it was about to knock down.

This force... Is it going to knock a hole out of the ground, or to knock the head through?

Jiang Xiaolong was so frightened that he instantly became agitated. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop his kowtow. As long as he kowtowed, wouldn't he have to make money to support him for the rest of his life?

Thanks to my quick eyes and hands!

At the last moment, Jiang Xiaolong grabbed Wuma Hongyu by the collar and pulled him up.

The forehead was not red or swollen, but fortunately, it didn't hit the ground.

"Old gentleman, let's go down the 877 mountain quickly and put up the portrait. 35

The meaning of seeing off a guest is so obvious that it cannot be more obvious.

"Yes."

Wuma Hongyu saw the immortal's massive Wang Han, without any blame for his own fault, his eyes became more and more moist, and all the way down the mountain with tears and rain.

Jiang Xiaolong: Thank you! Please go faster!

Xuansheng Gate.

Wuma Hongyu and He Lanyan were surrounded by a painting hanging on the wall, constantly spinning around. "Mr. Wuma, are you sure Immortal Jiang Xiaolong told you that as long as you hang this painting, you can find Yingluo?

Helan Yan had never learned the relevant knowledge of spells, and it was impossible to distinguish such complex spell patterns for the first time.

"..."

Wuma Hongyu was at a loss for words. He couldn't say that he wanted to learn spells, which angered Immortal Jiang Xiaolong. He didn't have the chance to learn any method in detail, right?

Fortunately, he could see that there were lines of sound transmission spells.

"I can activate try.